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Always Believing,    Constantly Deceiving,         Ever, Forever, Grieving; Holding Implications,     Just Knowing Lamentations,         Making Numerous Odd Provocations; Questionable Reasons,     Sovereign Treason, Understanding Valiance,     Waning Xistence, Yet Zealous. I would love some comments on this one. I’d especially like to know if anyone notices the … shall we say “theme”?

Do You Remember the Time…?

When you try to recall an event or you are asked about a time from your past, why are some memories more easily recollected than others? Significant memories are tied to physiological and/or emotional reactions. If you want to make memories that last, you must make as many connections as possible, whether visual, physical/kinesthetic, auditory,Continue reading “Do You Remember the Time…?”

A Poem for Christmas

Angelic messenger addressing the blessed  Mary, aware of the heir she carries in her Womb. There’s no room for whom is proven to be our King. He’ll end dominion of sin and then we’ll sing Of his glory. We’ll orate the story Each year, cheering “It’s here!” but we’re Drifting. Sifting through gifts, not upliftingContinue reading “A Poem for Christmas”

Victim

Beautiful art, without a signature, Spider, Be proud of your work. Why do you hide there? Ashamed of your creation, the role you’re born to play? Do you mourn for the victims of the lies you convey? Knowing that you’ll trap them empirically, Feeding on their flesh, vampirically, Just like you did with me. CopyrightContinue reading “Victim”

Bullied

The sounds of the crowds around me, drowning My thoughts. I ought not to be fraught with Jealousy, indelibly. To hell with me; To hell with them. Endlessly rendering Judgment and grudges, uttering loveless Orgies of words. Gorging on stories that are more or less Lies that are cited as wise. Their eyes always dryContinue reading “Bullied”

Rain is a Poem

Rain itself is a poem – Sounds that are rhyming, Rhythmic timing, Dark and foreboding or sweet and endearing. It can be touching and light, Or it may drench us like So many tears. Short and sweet – A cloud burst; Or it may be the worst Storm we have seen. Interpreted differently, It mayContinue reading “Rain is a Poem”