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Not the Most Romantic
This is actually a poem I wrote for my wife that I tried to work into a song. It hits in places and misses others but it’s there for my wife when she is thinking of me when I’m not here. This is the selfish one because I could care less if anyone likes it,…
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Is Heaven Real
I wrote this one years ago and it has been one of the ones I was most pleased with. I don’t have that gene or piece that lets me be proud of the things I create, just happy that I could do it and others found them likeable or useful. The images are the family…
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She Cries Easy
Just one of the collection I put together for a rainy day when I’m no longer here. I wrote this about a friend in recovery as she shared in a meeting. It hit me and I think I wrote it all down in under two minutes scribbling it all down.
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Let Hope Fall Down Like Rain
I have written lyrics all my life. More to the point I have had songs write me, they just come to me from somewhere and I have been lucky enough to write a few of them down over the years. Now I am not a musician and even though the lyrics come with a sound,…
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Shoes
As I am going through some of the things I needed to learn to teach a course, I found an old writing that I left for the class at one point. It was for those that wanted to quit believing that they did not have what it takes or were overcome with the complexity of…
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Gratefully Different
Recovery from a condition like acute Pulmonary Edema when done by the letter is life changing. Not only the stopping of the bad habits and introduction of good ones, but the addition of better thinking to get it all to work together to heal. It certainly is a dilemma of thought though, memento mori butted…
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Chances Are
There are long stories and there are short ones. This one is just one to stop the cryptic Facebook posts and fill in those incredibly curious folks. First off, it’s Saturday and yesterday at 4:00pm I got out of the hospital after an 11 day “visit”. I went in because I have intestinal issues and…
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Defeated by Our Echoes
How the West was Lost Preface: I have tried to write this out for months. It always spins into thousands of words and fragmented trains of thought. There is no small irony that I found it to be an elephant that must be served in pieces. So, for continuity sake I am going to split…
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The Other AI
I may not be able to fully understand a lot of things in this world, yet people, and their behaviors as a whole presents itself to me more than others I have found. Curiosities, and pondering has revealed something going on that I think should at least be said if not studied. I have been…
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Reimagining
I thought I would be able to cook for the rest of my life and I would be ok. I thought that I would at least be able to sing better as I got older, but that didn’t go my way either. I thought I would be able to breathe as I got older, yet…
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Just Sad
I haven’t published anything for a very long time. I stopped writing because in looking back it all sounded the same. The same optimism, the same get through it, the same wondering back and forth. I had a lot life happen since I last published. I lost my muse, my best friend in Hobbes my…
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The Memory Miles
Like so much of the past it just disappears and floats away to become shelf fodder at the local thrift store
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The Medusa Effect
“The routines shorten and the droning of life becomes as loud as the bad tinnitus that keeps you up at night.”
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The Welcome Rain
Hobbes came to us through the ultimate grapevine, our back porch at a large apartment complex.
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Cornerstones
It’s sad in hindsight because now the pace of life is faster than I find comfortable with at all.
Tempests Follow
Acts and thoughts of the common man and his best friend Hobbes the Cat.
To write to me is to explore, from the very top to the deepest core. That part human sometimes unseen. Compiled of the many things, that show themselves in acts and words. Such as kindness that is returned. So take to heart one soul am I, though heartfelt are these words of mine; To approve or accept not, is yours, like mine… Simply a thought.
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Tempests Follow
Acts and thoughts of the common man and his best friend Hobbes the cat.