Introspection
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The extremes of who, what I am whence I hail internally DNA, culturally, spiritually nature/nurture all fun to puzzle-piece together free form, no squared-off edges of big-picture guidance What my forebearers were who they were what they did what was done to them is historically recorded, reported yet remains very personally unresolved My now obsessive,… Read more
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My yin blue yang red cold, hot spiritual Rock’em Sock’em Robots equal footing confined battle to the end “He knocked his block off!” proclaimed black-and-white TV commercial peers of my youth in victorious awe such is the nature of my id whapwhapwhap kaaa-chinng! Block knocked off. Stoic head pushed back down locking in with sharp… Read more
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Laying in the hospital ER bed vulnerability incognito machismo mano-a-mano upside-down thoughts what the hell is the co-pay on in-network mortality? Say a prayer, ask a nurse “If you keep me here do I get Jell-O tonight?” Task at hand Q & A “Are you having chest pains?” “No, but I do have a chest.”… Read more
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Although I suffer from a strong faith it allows me the privilege to not fear death or its obligatory attachments no desire exists within me to see just exactly what lurks in other-side-a-topia I don’t ruminate on who I know that will be won’t be there they are dead they are gone they may/may not… Read more
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‘If by chance some day you’re not feeling well and you should remember some silly thing I’ve said or done and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled.’ – Red Skelton I never wanted to be known as class… Read more
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“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step” Laozi Our journey has finally begun there have been fits, starts, delays in getting here; now finally underway, I am ill at ease The irony, not lost on me An inveterate wanderer, – ‘Mr. Spontaneity’ to friends, family I do not… Read more
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Been here too long seen way too much my empathy has decayed piles of rubble-pity hope was a chrysalis birthed ugly butterflies that now flit from dead plant to dead plant Paradox eternal doing right things for eventual wrong reasons appeasing, ignoring those doing wrong things for right reasons conundrums abound doing good where ‘good’… Read more
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Historically considering myself the Scarecrow middle-age, circumstance, time have me contemplating fates identifying a more Tin Man persona seeking oil for locked up joints moving clunkily, at times joyously graceful, others grudgingly accepting assistance from my companions – friends who humor my myriad compunctions to stay out in the rain eschewing consequences for the sheer… Read more
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‘…A flute of champagne contains one million bubbles.’ Toasting a new year – fresh starts beginnings, endings, transitions – see each bubble as a moment each individually tantalizing, collectively rising rapidly, quickly dissipating Gone short-lived effervescence sweet anticipation swiftly departed memorable Savor each bubble – the tingling of remembrance tickle of anticipation moments reveled in… Read more
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Living now in a place where, in autumn most leaves stay put clinging to their branches without pretense never having the decency to abandon their vibrant green for appropriate, earthy hues A few adhere to my more familiar, season-bound tradition, true natural order small in numbers generally unnoticed It takes keen effort to scrounge enough of… Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 