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Monthly Archives: July 2014
Finding an “Ism” that I can Live For
I guess I’m all obsessed with “isms” recently. Just got done going off about perfectionism. And yesterday I was thinking about purism. You don’t hear much about Purists now days though. When I was younger I was always hearing people … Continue reading
Posted in Freedom, Personality
Tagged extremism, hipster, obsession, passion, perfectionism, purism, purist, snobbery
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Musings on Sand Bathing
Twenty Little Sparrows Bathing in the Sand No one to call them home No one marking time They flutter and rest Flutter and rest until I approach and disturb the sunless Bathing with a schedule and a purpose They cannot … Continue reading
Musings on Crumbs
Crumbs on the table. I see them there but do not care. A little dirt is no deterrent, Creates no desire to turn away. The world’s too clean by far. Antiseptic and bare Are not the ways of Nature. Man-made … Continue reading
Posted in Freedom, poetry
Tagged cleanliness, compost, crumbs, ideas, imagination, musings, poetry, soul, sterile, Sterile environments
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Musings in the Dark
There is a certain comfort in walking Purposely into the darkness. You can’t see anything in there But it can’t see you either. You can see out. Those left Behind cannot see in. In the darkness fireflies play, Flashing in … Continue reading
Musings: Good Time to Believe in Reincarnation
This would be a good time to Believe in reincarnation because as You’ll see karma isn’t real. Give me your future, I said, I’ll invest it and we’ll prosper And rejoice together. But now I have to tell you The … Continue reading
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Tagged future, investment, karma, musings, poetry, reincarnation, The 1 percent, the 99, Wall Street, water
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Expectations: Perfectionism’s Evil Child
I am the opposite of a perfectionist. That is undoubtedly true. What am I then? Apparently if you’re not a perfectionist you’re a rebel. I found this out by searching for antonyms of perfectionism. Here’s a list of some of … Continue reading
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Tagged absolute, ego, evolve, expectations, organic, perfectionism, perfectionist, rebel
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Musings on a Friendly Leak
The faucet has issues. We both know it. I look away when she goes kunk, kunk, kunk. I don’t like to stare. She pretends it didn’t happen. But the water trickling from her hose Like a fighter’s bloodied nose Is … Continue reading
Musing: Turning Glycerin to Dust
The bottle says Glycerin. It is not. Unless glycerin turns to Dust. And while I suppose everything Can turn to dust in time I hold to my Intuition that this is not glycerin. No amount of rubbing the mysterious Dust … Continue reading
Musings on Abandonment
You said it wasn’t abandonment (You just knew I had went) You said the freeways have more exits (Oh, are you still perplexed) I said honey, please (Honey’s just for bees) Don’t abandon me (You’re already history) Don’t abandon me … Continue reading
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Tagged abandon, abandonment, blues, breakup, musings, poetry, relationship
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Musings on Licks
No honey, don’t lick the epoxy. I know it’s sticky. I know it smells sweet. Would be the last treat For you and me. I know, you would lick it for me. I know, you would. Please honey, don’t lick … Continue reading