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  • This Was That Place

    Where I began, a small boy sad eyes would venture forward inside cloud grey skies This was the way I began while all around me lives gave credence toward some manner by which to understand. This was when I began to wonder about where everyone else had gone, why the constant search, what could possibly…

  • Do We Lose?

    When we let go, we leave behind a part of ourselves yet I do have to wonder if we ever really lose we certainly sometimes cannot return to the shelves of who we were, yet perhaps we do sing the blues ~ In that frame of mind, a good song can bring me a tear…

  • alone

    this happened, on overwhelming alignment reality patterned by the actions of the mind, I lament. ~ is an energy enough detail to sustain inevitable outcomes thought to entail periodic notions of a fable. ~ for I am kidding when I do jest deep hideous caverns of thought those I’d rather did not rest upon my…

  • Aging Abandon

    I’ve watched their bodies change while I try to recall just when I began to notice. I often wonder if while my own world begins a natural decay, if that resilient nature in understanding why continues to grow, or when does it wane. How purposeful is our inherent decline, and when do we know it…

  • Whilst We Age

    We did make sacrifice to hold on to what we believe, in long winded trials. yet when the music is our serenade we listen with each note as like in love our breath has gasp to recall our new morning ahead, good nigh to our fails we can believe there is new progress made allure our gentle spirits,…

  • Standing Alone

    When I was a child, I could feel the rain if I stepped outside to wait for the clouds I understood the elements could carry a wonderful weight on a summer’s day. I remember that day as a child, my mother would call me in from the rain, to serve me a soup, maybe chicken noodle…

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