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Monthly Archives: August 2012
Shifting
Sitting heavily outside at the corner of Library and Market, the skin of my ass slightly stuck to the Italian wool fabric of my pants. (shifting) – still stuck…underwear, then what’s the purpose? I’m reminded that the world I imagine is far bigger … Continue reading
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Her Poem
It’s okay to let me go For a moment to journey alone To bear the torment once again but I promise I’ll come home. I’ve no fear of going back Just to reminisce A fleeting glance, a word perchance Or … Continue reading
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Dance and the Dancer
Life lies in state beneath my fingertips,Held at bay by the stay of my hand. Poised in the breeze As the weight on the keys,Starts to tap out the song of a man. That sparks a light in this torpid … Continue reading
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Priorities
Our true purpose lures us away most strongly from the shores, when we are caught in the clutching current of the routine. so go ahead, be late for that staff meeting… tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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is is as is
I’m uncertain of any connection between seasoned kelp and fugue. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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I looked at all the details, and I did not see the devil
I looked at all the details, and I did not see the devil tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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regrets
The only regrets in life originate from poor spelling and picking up pennies heads down. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Mathematics of happiness:
The time spent regretting yesterday, is only balanced by a longing to change tomorrow. Funny thing about life right now, is that it can seem only half fulfilled between what just happened and what will happen next. Why are you … Continue reading
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