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Life was not all
continuous play,
forward.
sometimes one had to
download, rewind,
and press save.
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The older he got,
the bigger his comfort zone
was needed
until....
travelling along diameter road
feeling the circumference
he noticed he w..
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T'was the best place to be....I lived through the visiblebeing invisible.From the memoirs of the Invisible Man.
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I found these scribbles, hopefully mine!
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The mark of manwas not measured bythe size of his feet,but by the depthof his footprintshe leaves behind.
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Confucius says lotus flower
will attack if provoked.
I like to start the story now.
Sitting on the swing of reason
contemplating .....
of b..
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The embryo of verse
was born in thought
on a memory.
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I was invited
to the end,
but there was
no forwarding address.
I didn’t reply!
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My pride bruised,
the ego shot,
a poem without a face
was a poem not read
a verse without soul
just hollow words
that echo empty
in a void of..
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As poetic as it may be
there was something
satisfying
screwing up a paper of verse,
only to have it aimed
at the discard bin
never to be return..
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