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Trying to overcome an existential crisis
Harking back to those foundational years Emerging out of my own wounded shadow Striving headlong into those ancient fears
Transitionally limping along these days But my injuries aren’t those to be seen Nor the stretch marks upon my soul Yearning for the notion of becoming clean
Throughout it all, forever fond of the Blonde Woman, hold me close to your breast Tell me this life is going to be all right That together, entangled; we’ll always be blessed
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Not to keep returning the subject to myself
But there are certain truths I must understand
I’m no one special, a mere footnote
A history to be written, though not as planned
Dreams & hopes that never came to be
A rakish poet nor grizzled old typesetter
Through the years & false daily realities
It is inexplicable the mundane became better
So I find myself with a specific freedom
To be able to move without any sort of cosmic retort
For I have faith in love, fate & ultimate grace
Allowed to live without any innate need to stop short
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The warmth of a January day
A bright golden sun to start the year Taking off clothes when its cold everywhere else Mercury doesn’t cause a Floridian any fear *** Time to take stock of what might be Refreshing breaths while we can clearly see Like this: Like Loading...
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Thoughts of another calendar year
The hopes & dreams you wish to achieve Dropping needless burdens – disappear Regrouping; returning to what you believe How do we move forward toward our goal To be resolute & live to be heart-whole *** Authentically alive with a smile & a pure soul Like this: Like Loading...
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Time to toss that hate on the Yule log
’tis love I wish to venerate Another year rapidly diminished No more sand to disseminate
It is time to let it all burn away
Unburden ourselves of anything hollow No better than a dollar store chocolate Santa Time to honor the Savior you claim to follow Like this: Like Loading...
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Rigormortis of the soul
Dejected along emotional failings Tempered seas begin to roll White knuckles; hold fast to the railings
Sorting feelings like a rolodex
Trampled yearning from Jaguar years Unprepared for survival Causing the most elaborate of your fears
Processing out foreign memories
But the answers just get in the way Undisciplined in self-diagnosis A sturdy smile in the face of the seaspray Like this: Like Loading...
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The drippings of my mind
The office, a soul in paper mâché Books & notes of imagination A collection of stories we played
It’s a subtle knowledge herein
Years of experience slightly compressed Nicks, faults & scars smoothed over Though I remain unimpressed
Scratching away at this drivel
Nothing created in which to be content Scrambling for fresh ideas At this pace, I’ll never relent Like this: Like Loading...
The clouds descend upon us
Stress compounding at this time of year Getting darker as the days build Waxing upon the fruition of fear
This world is a bloody hell
A disaster proven before the ink dries Scorn for a distant foundation Futility in which all hope slowly dies
The darkness returns
Looking for a story to wryly begin Miscommunications falter & I wade through my vermouth & gin
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