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Enduring philosophies and favorite quotes

you’re as happy as the least happy person in the relationship

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Playlist pieces

It’s not how you start, it’s how you finish.
And it’s not about the things you’ve done, it’s what you’re doing now.
Everybody gets knocked down — how quick are you gonna get up?

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all throughout history, the loneliest people were the ones who always spoke the truth, the ones who made a difference by withstanding the indifference
I guess it’s up to me now.. should I take that risk or just smile?

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"Everything counts a little more than we think..."

20 November 2009 Friday

slated in prose/poetry, mood at 1:24 am

Neither dark nor bright
moon rises and falls always
looking for its light

looking for cozy

sweet candy shell doesn’t melt
it’s not in your hand

18 November 2008 Tuesday

Marginalia

slated in words, prose/poetry at 5:29 am

by Billy Collins

I remember once looking up from my reading,
my thumb as a bookmark,
trying to imagine what the person must look like
who wrote “Don’t be a ninny”
alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.

10 May 2007 Thursday

what you mean

slated in mused, prose/poetry at 5:36 pm

time :: canvas

08 February 2005 Tuesday

Scenes change like seasons;

slated in moments, prose/poetry at 6:39 pm

Ever a choice to make, things to be;
remember the path of past and find
the best of company or self on every way;
Each day like each place;
routines, endings, answers,
wholly shared
but quietly overlooked,
shyly slipped back to start,
shouldered simply and carry forward
every new memory to be.

12 November 2004 Friday

Round and round and down and down

slated in prose/poetry, mused at 9:04 am

every step remains and more and more
and each to climb
but none inclined
and more and more is slipped and left
and left behind
round and round and down and down
and no one’s hand but mine

16 January 2004 Friday

slated in mused, prose/poetry at 12:58 am

an old piece, in a new place… ~

all our love and praises—words and phrases..
and deep hope for what we’ve meant to mean.
we’re so much farther than we ever meant to be,
and we’ve come much further than we might have thought to dream..
are we keeping our breaths on what promises might keep?
will you be in my arms when i’m sound asleep..?

26 December 2003 Friday

c.so much time for the spending.

slated in mused, prose/poetry at 9:23 pm

so much time for the spending. but that which i would spend more than i have, i would spend on what i have not here. all that i would do and must do and otherwise might or certainly will besides, those are all elsewhere. and still i’ve this beautiful time and space. and i am undesirous to spend it where i would not choose, though all where i would, is not where i am, to have, till i am back where/when there is not the space, nor time, for anything i would or not do, at all.

slated in prose/poetry

in consciousness i find forgotten intention. at the edges and ends of unconscience i find belayed response. for reflection or retort, anticipating resorted affliction, or settling seemingly to soft silence, til stirred. a remarkably straight horizon with perpetually false edge. where response may be but no end will lay, save for each dawn and dusk of new day. and the glints and peaks and varied intercourses of trespassers will leave no stay til too many years.

sky and star

slated in prose/poetry

you’ll see your world was all their clay
and what they mold is what you see
and what they think is what you’ll be

19 November 2002 Tuesday

x.revealed in dark to overwhelm...

slated in prose/poetry, moments at 4:21 am

revealed in dark to overwhelm and drag beyond the quiet realm / absorbed in light of rippled thought within a world that magic sought / essential reason, patience to a truth that is not always true / a peace that is not always calm, entrapped within a fickle palm / a love that grows within a calm encouraged by a gentle palm / and painting ground where risings fall with glittered dreams, slighting strife, we’ll make our ways and triumph all, sipping smiles from sugared life.

goodnight

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