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music appears on the tongue like petals released
to the bridal path. a prayer is a marriage in
the ether of, I AM, and the grapples of ecstasy,
despair and those found in the `tween.
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Seeking. I come electric for want; a slipstream
of providence like dead cactus. Baggage that feeds
in the traveling near desert highways, and the
abandoned halls of houses who long for paint and
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not the whisper
of a breeze
sings the song
of silence
...

The end of my peer is an apparent horizon beginning beyond the
pearls of your caboose. We are cradled into a berth between wooden
tracks and the delicacy of your breasts. A rigid softness clings to
me a breeze off the ocean of your hair holding sway upon the clutch
...

My will is to be set free.
My will is my choice, and
my choice alone.
I have no need of a
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'There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance - the principle is contempt prior to investigation.' *
- Herbert Spencer (Found in Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous - appendix 2 Spiritual Experience)

I started this 10 (now 15-18) days ago, and lost the draft. Don't think I hit delete, but it's gone, so logic would not say something, I believe, which leads right into the subject. Belief and unbelief. If scripture were to be my epitaph it would be, '...I do believe, help my unbelief.' (Mark 9: 24) . And, yes, I do find, even for myself, that quoting scripture can be off putting.
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[I start this by saying, I am trying to find a voice. In the 2 previous attempts, 'the haiku of August 2014' and 'Struggling - September 1,2015' I had a few people encourage me to continue. I have changed the title, as you see above. M/D = manic/depression. Also, if you like to read prose such as this there is another author going by the name st. jinx. She is on an adventure, and her tales are very worthy. http: //allpoetry.com/st.%20jinx]

It has been pointed out that I dated the first entry for 2015. I will say that was on bipolar purpose. Or my addictive, sleepless personality if you will. This allows me to hedge my entries, and gives me more time to write. What is a journal... (I am going to begin to use the word ramble instead of journal. To journal is to do it daily.) What is a journal if you don't write but once a year? For me? A grocery list of emotional baggage scribbled on a page or two. How often should I write? Couple of times a week at the very least, I think. That is what I will set as my goal. Goals. Now there is something to ramble about. I have had only one successful goal in my life, and it knocked me out. I scored with a header on a corner kick while playing for the University of Tennessee soccer club in 1975. My only goal ever. I woke up running, or being pulled, back up the field.
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a time which never existed
and has always been
is understood
by a woman wearing
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There is

the unexpected ethics of timing, as I was
not looking. Nor am, but for the eyes, and
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i am a lighthouse because of the months of
June and January.

random really, but no.
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the language of poetry is mathematics.
it is the language of death and life.
of love and fear? hate and mercy...
and so the cliche goes on... (i am
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“Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.” - Fyodor Dostoevsky

“I tweet from bed. I love it because it's so quick. And it's funny. But it also leaves a lot of room for error because new people don't sense the sarcasm - there's no sarcasm font.” - Christine Teigen
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we swam together
between raindrops
was it another encounter
prearranged
...

Within the eternity of my soul, I
knew before our meeting that there
is a courage in the creed
of the ether unseen between us. We
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I am sitting
at my window again looking out
trying to figure what
is in my frame of mind, since
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I use Poemhunter to write and edit. It may take months or years to really finish a poem. The website is limiting to ones creativity as I like to play with shapes and such. Comments are nice and encouraging, but not necessary. I hate the phrase, " Thanks for sharing, nice poem." Please don't waste your time or mine. If your poem moves me, I will let you know the truth of it. Peace!)

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Harmony

music appears on the tongue like petals released
to the bridal path. a prayer is a marriage in
the ether of, I AM, and the grapples of ecstasy,
despair and those found in the `tween.

You know the transmission of the heart`s dilemma.
the good and the wrong even before the sliver of
light embraces...

it is only a crack which fills Your presence into
my aim. my intended. my failure. my resolve. my
failure.

acceptance acquired by taste. subtle. slow...

give me away in marriage. breathe with me in
childbirth. raise high the buttress wall of home
and throw the glory of dirt upon my coffin for
Your gardens, yet, to come.

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