Blessings
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In this, so late a season
We welcome fruit from barren womb. / a love beyond all reason.
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Some Missing Pieces Aren’t Meant to be Filled. – #SoCS
Here’s the truth: we’re all incomplete puzzles and will likely ALWAYS be incomplete, even if we finally get our shit together with healthy spirituality, quality therapy and/or the right medication. In fact, spirituality, therapy and meds just help us deal with the fact that we have missing pieces and (hopefully) stop us from trying to…
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blackened quiet
knowing the nature of cycles is often all that moves us forward.
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Unexpected Roots
One must learn to bask in Here’s Now Glow / Before sprinting to the Next Brighter There.
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Outside of Form
Sometimes Magic happens…
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I come to warmth from cold which reigned supreme
Now hoarfrost melts to liquid dew agleam
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Striving Ends… When?
My challenging is not yet finished. So… When?
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blue skies smiled
When clouds of witnesses surrounded, I used them to cover my flaws.
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Unloading Some Heavy
It’s been a long year. Since coming out in June 2020, things haven’t been all rainbows and sunshine, and before I knew it, I was hiding again. Time to cut that shit out.
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Retreat
I’m going to retreat; It’s the only way forward.
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sexualdread
Out there is a world / I can choose to inhabit;
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The Unmatched Song – Sonnet XXXI
I hear the cardinal whistling in my morn / And wonder what he’s thinking as he sings
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Luck Ain’t Got a Thing to Do With It
For me, “luck” falls into a bucket of words I find generally unhelpful, like “blessed”, “fated”, “chance”, “good fortune” and the like. They are all words that remove most, if not all, sense of self-determination and/or the fact that sometimes things just “happen”, both good and bad.
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instantisized gratificalitousness.
This is one of those times.
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6w5
Am I a fake – a fraud without a prayer? Or am I finally down to plain old me?
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Right On Time
I once had a therapist who said dreams mean nothing – just nocturnal synaptic activity as our brain filters and sorts our waking activity.
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What Once Was Known – Sonnet XXIX
I wake to see the chrysalis transluce
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Leftovers? – #SoCS
pray… that what I set free is worth more than what he leaves behind.
