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loss only builds
and doesn’t
get easier i suppose
i just spent some quiet time mourning
grandma in church this morning
peace is always
followed by fear
and so is talking to my mother
loss only builds
30 Sunday Sep 2012
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reading outloud to myself
28 Friday Sep 2012
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this is my image of who i am
alone in my office
talking about metaphysical conceits
and sex
never
26 Wednesday Sep 2012
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we were never
that young…
or
this old
for that matter.
may autumn be
25 Tuesday Sep 2012
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From within the shadows of the everlasting
hills, may autumn be
with you this night, and always.
‘Tis upon us.
We breathe it in and
it’s in us.
The night is beginning
to rain,
or to reign.
The reins of the night.
The nightmare’s reins of the knight that reigns.
course, you were always
already there
autumn leaves
22 Saturday Sep 2012
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my favorite is a setting of a german poem that talks about autumn leaves
falling…
their silver attracting the soul
and as i reflect on the leaves drifting down
my soul wings skyward
Migrating
20 Thursday Sep 2012
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Seeing broad-wing hawks moving
this morning here.
Migrating south and kettling
to great heights.
watching all
the diferent hawks moving
this time of year
with
18 Tuesday Sep 2012
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my life with him is
nothing materialistic, glamorous, or rich.
we don’t have a cable, we steal
the internet from our neighbors, and we go
to the library to pick out books to read.
we work hard for the things we need.
our little life is a simple one,
but there’s no doubt it’s filled
with happiness and love.
im so glad i have him by my side,
to experience this
life
with.
cricket, cricket to my morning
17 Monday Sep 2012
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Up and at
um.
Anther day and coffee is on the way.
Smelling pretty
good.
I hope everyone has a god
day.
afterwards the future
14 Friday Sep 2012
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now is
breake,I have the two
prostetic hips,but life
is going on.For the time
being I receive the invalids
pension but
afterwards the future
will show,
say haloo
everyone!
progression of seasons
08 Saturday Sep 2012
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The scent of old rain rising
from the soaked Earth, the sunshine
cloaked behind a thick layer of clouds, the broken
promises of a never-ending Summer, proving once
again the slow progression of the seasons
inseparable from our own
faultless mortality…
It smells like Autumn today;
that melancholy limbo between
the extremities of life and death.
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