Purpose
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Afghanistan – August 2021
Dreams Dashedof Desired Destination We’ll now never get There from Here As if there had been a Chanceof anything other thanHerein the first place. Since There can’t get Here Perhaps we could gowith you now to the SomeplaceYou wanted us to Become? Instead, Hopes are crushedin cruel climaxas the blades of a cruelreligiousregime hack at…
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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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Somewhere – Some. Where?
I gasped, agog, at the gaping maw / Ready to swallow me whole
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Life Uncovered – Sonnet XXX
The unexamined life is not worth living, / And Life Uncovered – Hidden – Unforgiving.
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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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unknowns beneath
Still waters run deep; as it is with those who paddle silently upon them.
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Keep The Change?
To me it was Their transaction: / A payment / Or collection / Now, literally Everything is given away.
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Sweet Sixteen – Sonnet XXVIII
And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.
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Mirror
Loneliness is not / Truancy of Them; / ‘Tis the Roar of Self
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“Moist” – #SoCS
Moist is for cake. Only. Ever.
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The Tyranny of Tomorrow – #SoCS
So, today’s word prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (#SoCS) is “hope“. HA! HA HA! I just wrote a poem earlier this week for the Pic and a Word Challenge that I entitled, “leaving hope behind”, prompting a friend or two to inquire, “Are you doing ok?” Hope is a funny thing. It so often…
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leaving hope behind
branches reach across the chasm of flat, liquid nothingness
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Welcome to My Head
This was the first in a very irregular stream of video entries. I’m slowly uploading them to my site so I can catalog them differently. I apologize if you are a subscriber and are going to get ALL of these notifications…
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Sonnet XXVI – An Independent Spirit’s Shaded Hue
The day which marks our freedom dawns anew, but just what freedom’s for is in dispute.
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Hero
When asked for a Hero of mine as a kid / My mind generally filled with a blank
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Everything’s Alright
That skip in Jesus Christ Superstar will always have a special place: If you try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by… Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine…
defying atrophy 