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The Sea Never Forgets, Never Remembers

The Sea Never Forgets, Never Remembers

Storms a coming she heard the old man say as he looked up at the gray sky and misty trees. Well, no shit she thought, seems obvious to me. But ya see he said the sea has a way of changing ya, making a man of ya, putting the fear back into ya. I don’t need the sea to see the sea but also to be is the point of my existence. A slanderous thought he said but a...

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Enlightenment

Every time I think I have become enlightened and can handle anything, a new challenge shows up to test me. Whether it's toxicity in my body, family illness or death, rejection of a lover, friend, stranger, job, point of view, whatever... ego is the first to show up on the scene, like a paramedic giving CPR to revive my pride. Pride dies, only to come back a little weaker next round, like a cat wit...

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Dividing the corners (a prose poem - stream of consciousness type of thing) 97'

DIVIDING CORNERS

 

Five to nine and a horrible reality. Even the carpet thinks so (after yet another coffee mug spills with the ashtray), and probably the band that's jamming away in stereo, thinking smugly, that they're tomorrow's Beatles, selling out arenas to tomorrow's people.

Still it all seems quite reputable compared to the silver cutlery in the drawer next to the microwave, unpoli...

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