Freedom
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#SoCS – Just Do It
Go, my children, and buy cheap Nike’s online from China, hoping they are “legit” so you can wear them as status symbols: “If they are fakes, maybe we can resell them to another sucker.”
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On Why I Can’t “Church” Right Now
Yesterday I wrote about “rough drafts” – pieces and parts of articles in my inbox that are so emotionally raw to me and likely hurtful to people I love that I fear putting them out into the world.
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777 and counting…
Writing heals me. Writing gets my brain moving in the right direction. I FEEL BETTER when I write.
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The Hatred Never Went Away
The hatred never went away / Just pushed into a fertile soil / Now, weedy thick, it springs to day / With words of shame, our Pride to spoil
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the cost of life seemed rarely worth the price
The Cost of Life seemed rarely Worth the Price / And as I Paid it seemed quite Poorly Spent / Now, Looking Back, would gladly Tender Twice
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Poetic License
But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.
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xenophobes yawp zealously.
always, boldly choose diversity
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keyless entry?
With this utensil? Ne’er get far…
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“You therefore must be perfect” just like God
“You therefore must be perfect” just like God / It’s there in letters red and hot as blood
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I felt
Are you okay / With him being gay?
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certain somethingness
I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.
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‘Murica
Where representation no longer matters.
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September, 1986
Matriculation – First day’s class
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stay right where you are and feel nothing.
Satan is silent as he destroys us, / then loudly runs away from us in broad daylight.
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Housewarming – 6:02 pm
I thought no one was going to show. I really did.
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I Did Not Die.
confidence climbs / and I dare to defy gravity / day / by / day / by / day.
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bisection
The surgical saw / slices smoothly
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Eternity it Stretches Forward.
Now as Lost Days have passed me by, Eternity it stretches Forward.
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The cold steals my Warmth
The cold steals my Warmth
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Tick Tock
I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time
defying atrophy 