Becoming a constant
Font of words, flowing from within
Purity
Honesty
Poisoning the spring
Drink in venom from the stone
Tag Archives: Self
Force of habit
A creature like any other
Moving fast
Through familiar rhythms
Past repeats
React just the same
Force of habit
Action innate
I’m lost between lives
In a state of transformation
Shapeless
Weightless and strange
Another middling effort
Throw away words
Largely meaningless
More or less unheard
Simple turning of a phrase
Auto pilot mind
Default malaise
Still seeking the ideal
Still don’t know what it means
Building an idea
Scraps of aspirations
Scraps of dreams
Seamless intersections
Create reality
Alter it with actions
Pulling at the strings
Looking back, across time
Eyes turned inward
Body anchored in the moment
Remembering another life
Fire within
Not the burn of motivation
Just agony
Pain chokes my vision
Mountain of the past
Passing fast, blurs the edge of my vision
Eyes forward
No time for indecision
Commit or be destroyed
Carry through
Skirting death, seeking joy
Late summer rain
Season in flux
Leaves begin to change
Autumn creeping up
Three decades marked
Mind unaltered
Body scarred
Each year getting harder
Not for glory, not for adulation
Just to make sense of myself
Endless dissertations
Volumes shelf upon shelf
Telling obvious truths, thinly veiled secrets
Exploring strength and knowing weakness
Keeping moments
Ink to page, or forget
Thought stains
Keep the memories fresh
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