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1967 Mustang

Junkyard
Carcasses
Litter
The
Open
Field,
Each
With
A
Lost
Memory
Of
The
Other,
As
I
Turn
My
Key
One
Last
Time
To
The
Off position
And
Walk
Away
Crying

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Snake Eyes

Anger
Streams
Through
The
Room
As
The
Other
Listens
To
Venom
Felt,
Whilst
Peering
Through
The
Glazed
Eyes
Of
A
Wounded
Soul,
Feeling
Something,
Understanding
Nothing

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Only In Disappointment

The
Winding
Path
Apportions
Glimpses
Of
The
Longed for
Destination
Only
To
Take
The Traveler
On
Unfamiliar
Journeys
Not
Chosen,
Pushing,
Pulling,
Tearing
The
Soul,
Betraying
Dreams

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Yesterday

Darkness
meets
light
As
Smiles
Search
For
Unfamiliar
Meaning
Exploring
Tense
Unskilled
Muscles

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I had the opportunity to share my thoughts about who I think I am today and what I believe in front of an audience.

My intent was to share my well-rehearsed mantra and tell my personal story–a story of acting “as-if” in regards to my personal perception that I am not of value. However, when I arose to speak I found myself sharing what I felt spontaneously–abandoning my notes. During the ten or so minutes of speaking, I felt I had value. I felt I was of a good heart. I felt I was on the path to healing, not simply acting “as-if,” without saying any of this out loud.

I felt my own mantra and was able to convey these feelings of self value to my audience without using my pre-thought words.

After the speech I pondered what had happened and again felt the feeling that I was of value. I knew for the first discernible moment I am a spiritual being having an earthly experience. I felt my big, black hole inside illuminated and not all that dark. I did not feel like a “phony”, to quote Holden Caulfield in “The Catcher in the Rye.” I did not feel like I was unworthy and therefore unable to be walking the talk on this path.

I felt I was able to truly live my mantra, and that my mantra was more now than the meanings of the words on the page to me.

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Glad to see I’m not alone out there. Real change is a great opportunity for self reflection and service. It’s messy and you have to be all in. Thank you for sharing these thoughts.

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When I was young I wanted to have an impact on the world.

I went through different stages of how I would want to accomplish this task. While going through my blood disorder I wanted to become a doctor, after that I wanted to be in a famous band, and after that I wanted to do something in politics.

I dreamed of changing the world, but I could barely get a handle on my own life and the world that surrounds me, never mind the world at large.

With the coming of the new year I finally feel like I have positioned myself to impact the world on a scale far past anything I have done in the past.

In my dreams I always imagined this point arriving much sooner, but I had a lot of lessons to learn up to this point. Changing the world may seem out of…

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Present Perfect

Crazed
Waves
Beat
The
Shoreline
Savagely
Breaking
Boundaries
By
The
Seaside
Scratching
Deeply
Into
The
Earth,
Perpetually
Opening
New
And
Old
Wounds

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Iron Pillar

Crisp
November
Mornings
Hasten
The thoughts
Of
Spring
As
The
Iron Pillar
Patiently
Waits
To
Till
The
Garden
That
Brings
Peace
To
This
Cultivated
And
Tried
Soul

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The Firm

Broken
Facades
Leaking
Humanity
Within
As
PassersBy
Glance
At
The
Open
Doors
Slipping
Past
Unnoticed
Headed
To
Other
Entrances

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Game Time

Running,
Stumbling,
Faster
And
Faster
In
My
Mind,
Zestfully
Lethargic,
Creating
Bridges
That
Crumble
Before
I
Reach
The
Other
Side

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