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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

depression

Joy killing brain intoxicated chain. Blame it on my geans . Na It’s my own damn fault. Hank Williams  country singers they have something Joy..happiness a gift from God. Is it that I’m not seaped into His person? Physical pain,

Posted in depression, grief, journal, life over 50, old age, random thoughts, religion, true christian response

irony 

Just so you’ll know  o Theophilus.  I was stratagizing about all the cool workouts I was going to do. I love lifting weights. So now I’ve a nother plan. I’m gaining resolve to go at it.  Then as if God

Posted in depression, fitness, journal, life over 50, muscular atrophy, old age, random thoughts, sports injury

peroklete

There is a point of awareness that comes in times of , well just weekly, to early, yet the mind is far from slumber. Awaken to questions and inner peril. I could play church and tell you I awaken to

Posted in depression, journal, life over 50, old age, random thoughts, religion, true christian response

Trumpets to her

She grow up in a household third of seven siblings never remembering a time where singing wasn’t a daily joy at the sink doing dishes or around the piano. That’s at least her first eighteen years. In junior high and

Posted in family heritage, old age, random thoughts, religion, Warrior Poet

hate to love

daily prompt: hate to love. At this moment, its that want to be in a croud of people, vs the I hate to meet people. Those times of meet and greet strangers. It’s easier at trade shows because there’s a

Posted in daily prompt, depression, journal, old age, random thoughts, religion, true christian response, Warrior Poet

Church and death

Lives in the pew. Spools of Different colors, sizes,ages,textures…..individual,unique. Each a different destiny each hearing a different sermon…..individual,unique. Some have their lives, or should, young hardly used;some the thread is almost gone,not much of life left…..individual, unique. Dwelling now in

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Posted in journal, old age, random thoughts, religion, true christian response, Warrior Poet

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