Monthly Archives: December 2017


Originally posted on gasping for air:
“A friend may well be reckoned a masterpiece of nature”. Emerson wrote. death of a friend or family member leaves you alone. obviously i guess, but since my mom died shortly before thanksgiving i…

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Sticky vs slimy

The day ended in a snowy 2+ inches. Drawing traffic here in Lancaster to a crawl. I watched and was engrossed in work as everyone in the office got in their cars and went home. Dreading the bus commute ,

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parked in

the door closes in my brief moment of making “it” right. left yet again in my introverted insecurities i fail to meet my own or anybodies expectation. i get so mad at drivers who feel its their duty to direct

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Posted in bus commute, depression, journal, life over 50, old age, random thought, Warrior Poet

Pearl drops

Son therapist.  Sunshine, as morning arrives, glance at the first light.while the sun is low enough not to hurt the eyes.  Therapy for a torn soul. Eyes the window of the soul. Light from the source will raise the joy

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speckled hens

this era of time called old age is a fight of sanity. those things held as canon are torched if miss aligned from their respective reality. such as i don’t smoke or drink because i’m a christian. christian prison some

Posted in depression, journal, light, random thoughts, religion, Warrior Poet

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