Poems
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I was already in bed when this occurred to me. Why waste your time and love on an invisible, totally absent, possibly made up entity, when you can love and desire a real, live, warm blooded person. Go for the person, if you choose right you might even experience something divine. I immediately grabbed my…
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What can I say about god? I call myself an atheist but the programming runs deep, so I struggle to even believe that there is no god, struggle with the same measure I had to believe in god when I tried. One thing is clear to me, we as humans are to blame for the…
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I wrote my thoughts about death in a previous post. Death is it, lights out, bye bye. Death’s sting is felt by the living. Oh death where is your sting,it cannot just bethe pain that dying bring?It is not for those that diedand now are gone,for them its over and done.It is for us that…
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We all have needs and wants. There is a difference though. There was a time that I needed a drink, now I just want one. Want trumps need. Need is automatic, we have no choice but to satisfy it. Want is a choice, we decide what is good and necessary and required. I need a…
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We are all insecure. Everyone of us. Because of our fears we often set high standards for others. We require them to behave a certain way, look a certain way. This way being our ideal view of ourselves. I am learning that all I want from others I already have. I do not need others…
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There is enough in the world for everyone. Everyone does not get enough though. Some get most, many get little to nothing. Daily good product is thrown away, while many remain needy. We are taxed to death so our governments have funding to pick fights with other countries while slowly chipping away our freedoms with…
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What do we know about forever? Considering the brief time we are alive, what can we know about forever? It is some abstract idea of never ending time. We do feel it though. Sometimes we find someone, or our lives just feel perfect, and we feel we can continue forever with this person or in…
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Sometimes I feel like an observer. Sitting comfortably behind my eyes, looking out into the world, marveling at what I see. Other times I’m speaking, and I hear myself, and I wonder if my audience is listening, and if so, what is going on in their heads. Moments like these I am very aware of…
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Denial is such a powerful thing. It is so well understood and so common that I suspect the saying, ‘there is an elephant in the room that nobody talks about’ might have some of its origins in this refusal of truth, this stubborn silence we adopt when faced with something we just do not want…
Tales from my head 