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Wake up



Horrible isn’t it we all have to lie.
Lie as if normal to exist
well even that is itself a lie.
Most people of goodness
come out and parade their woes
those of life’s hardship
hitting out at their community’s social loss.
And I am no different,
but my cry is more one of shame
for I left the good life and now bunker driven
for my life source is out there hung and dried.

July 27th, 2013
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The Power of Beauty


The roses bloom in shades so pale
the beauty lasts forever, divinely so
for others to pass over time
and not lose out
for that beauty not to be seen
is a loss, a crying shame.

Give me that beauty from within,
give me that power
for those to whom I do pass
and greet and know
so that hateful words I do not say
to them with whom this Earth I travel,
venture and pass by.

Give me the staying power
of those beauteous shades
to allow other people
to whom I am to know and love,
to value that part of me
I do so want to expose, encourage and care
to enable it to no longer come and go,
but last
as this building in time does show.

May 19th, 2011
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Believe me I know

When under duress, think clearly about your symptom.

Is it yours alone or someone else’s to be shared?

How do I think clearly when under duress? – I do not.  So why ask this one major story to be resolved?

The answer –

Your other more powerfully influential self does know and by association that question is clearly understood, where later and I must emphasize later, that information is then and only then available.

And how do I know and believe that this is possible?Because I can truly attest that if I am in a quandary and get out that question of need, I am then assured, by past experience, to have an answer to help and eventually solve a critical life dilemma.

I talk not about illness, death or loss of another, but about loss of identity. A failure to believe oneself as valid, worthwhile and of a purpose, a call to be of use while on this Earth and in the end leave a valuable reminder of a presence, a particular theme of goodness behind. Not a hurt or hate, loss and sorrow of what I did or did not do that was more worthy of myself and fame.

For I am a humble, ordinary, unique and cautious being who loves and likes, with fears and concerns along my chosen path. And too, values that journey of old as a stamp, a reminder of what is possible then to be restored, valued and considered of worth for the future.

August 21st, 2010
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