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That is the word that keeps coming to my mind anytime I read the news, surreal. We continue to live in a world of violence and hate, nothing new there. Politicians lie and cheat, some on a more epic scale …

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Now that my Bipolar disorder is medicinally under control it is a great time to work on my skill sets to deal with everyday life. Medicine can only do so much, in my case I am emotionally on an even …

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“We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world” Buddha A universal truth that we can all apply to our lives no matter our religious beliefs. If as a …

Defined by our Thoughts Read More »

Being even keeled emotionally because your medicine is working is a double edged sword. On the one hand I am not depressed, things upset me and I have a small flare of anger but nothing out of control, I may …

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The deck at my Mom’s house had fallen into disrepair so I replaced it this past weekend. One section is 24’x4′ the other section is 8’x7′. Took Saturday and Sunday to complete.

Empty dreams, spilling from A tattered mind, alone. Callous and cold the world Etching notches in my soul. Empty dreams, spilling from A battered soul, alone. Toneless and droll my voice Braying harshly in my mind.   Empty dreams spilling …

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Segue As day segues into night. As the conversation between mother and daughter segues from television into when her dad gets out of jail. As childhood segues into adulthood. I am a bit bored at the moment, at Emergency Room …

Word of the day Read More »

I want to write the perfect poem, Laureate material to make my bones. Dreams bigger than empty tomes, Blood pounding, soul groans. I want to write the perfect poem, Transcending the limit of my soul. Making my mark upon the …

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Such precious and fragile things, tied to our souls with gossamer threads, so easily cut and set adrift into the darkness. My heart aches somedays from the loss, peering out into the darkness, desperate for a glimmer, hoping to grasp …

Memories Read More »

I have the worst case of writers block. Every thought i try to focus on is like waking up from a deep sleep and trying to remember the wonderful dream you were having, all you have left is the impression …

Drawing a blank Read More »