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Like a shadow you know is there but disappears when you turn to confront it it’s there, but he’s not Following discreetly, benignly nourish part of the atmosphere minus the trench coat Sometimes light diffuses instead of illuminates My father’s memory, legacy, aura follows me no, I am not paranoid just aware of the oddly Read more
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You opened me like a book thumbed through the pages of boldly outlined pictures mercurially finding one you chose your weapon from boxed arsenal; a sharp one, new to the point and unused you are the 64-box of Crayola’s using all the colors of you to flesh out the person that is me the picture Read more
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Dinner with my Valentine; wine and Sinatra Fine haiku-be-do-be-do… Read more
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I love to walk alone in the rain and snow the colder the wetter the better I hear, understand nature, myself, my perosnal nature a whole lot better character building personal challenge; to prevail against the cold, the wet, implies some sort of adversarial relationship we do not partake the colder the wetter the better Read more
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Secrets punish. Secrets aren’t kept, they are stashed like loot from the robbery People collect antiques fondly save heirlooms obsess over baseball cards or Hummel figurines Secrets are stashed, hoarded holding their value like so many nuts in a dead-tree nest of a squirrel that ends up as road kill Secrets are not coveted mementos Read more
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I am a spiritual man I believe stuff. I have read a lot, lived a bunch, experienced much, seen and did things Other people of different places, peoples, cultures old ways and fresh ideas. have always piqued my curiosity Ideas of life, concepts of God, the/a hereafter, meanings of life, purposes for existing. Questions, asked Read more
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Resolving, revolving promises made, kept, broken a yearly event spontaneously preordained commitments utterly devoid of promissory intent, overflowing self-mockery filling all potholes on the poorly paved road to hell Resolving, revolving nothing stays the same but the yearly promises to change though attitudes ingrained leave revelatory mandates estranged new year, old refrain Read more
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I’ve never seen the world in quaint, stark black and white even as a child, vivid shades of gray were crystal clear I have always seen life for what it really is; unnamed, unruly tints and hues both opaque and austere seeing life as purely black-and-white takes a special color blindness that I did not Read more
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Less frequently but with far more purpose, much sharper focus than my younger, more myopic days my workday mind meanders from the daily mundane to stray to tantalizing, sometimes R-rated thoughts, possibilities for later cerebral erotica starring my oh-so- vixenish-after-twenty-years wife My mind’s eye squints to concentrate on the unfolding cinematic epic in my head when Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 