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Poem expressing some more of my inner thoughts and feelings.

grievance update: healing from dead mom

No one can understand why I left the perfect job, including me, to work in a hostile environment.

‘War (conflict) means fighting (contact), and fighting (contact) means killing (inflicting & incurring casualties)’- Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest (politically incorrect male)

Couldn’t sleep so I wrote this instead of doing homework

Poem about the land of Lemuria

Got a minute? Time is of the essence.

Wisdom takes time. This poem revolves around the clock.

How to get back up...

Sooner or later, life will fluc you up. And down. Then back up again. And...

Initium Semper Fidelis

His relationship with illusion needed the kiss of death.

The enlightened bird finds the wormhole.

The darkness has been enlightening.

I put myself in the position of a climber, who witnessed the disappearance of Mallory and Irvine.

The life of a cat.

If all the unfathomable chances and stars didn’t drift into a straight line, like an airplane runway for me to take off into their heart.

writing is unseeing.

sorry.......................