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“Who am I, you ask? ”

I am a narrative in the making,
A happy ending not yet told;
...

Not many days hold the power of such parody,
Where reflection bids a respectful bow.
Catastrophic at first glance,
A single day full of heartbreaking events.
...

The negotiators have gone silent
Now only ink need be applied
Like blood covering sin’s demise
Hard to believe a tree ceased to exist
...

The wait kills the man;
A necessary death nonetheless,
Leaving him unanswered,
Sensationally demised.
...

The moment I laid eyes on it I knew
there is life beyond this grave.
I was not meant to be restrained
by my own lament.
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Professing to be wise
With mouth wide open
Elaborating details
Yet barely alive
...

Parched lips are the result
of a conversation needed.
But honest feelings shared
go down like soured wine,
...

It’s not too often you get a moment with one so wise
Wisdom appears in many shapes and colors
But one must be careful
So do lies
...

Your stench is that of an unwelcomed guest
Unseen nightly, yet clandestinely
Hiding underneath my bed.
...

The old man whittled a point
on a stick he found nearby.
Worry had been a lifelong companion
and now he was wondering why.
...

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“Who am I, you ask? ” I am a narrative in the making, A happy ending not yet told; A plot unapologetically thickening, An unedited pagination in bold. I am a breath worth breathing, Escaping death with each blow; Avoiding over speculating When the last one will flow. I am faith in motion, Unconventional devotion. More enlightened via the personal Than stage-like public spectacle. I am desire, craving daily to be known, Not forced into isolation to venture alone; But absorbing each new sunrise and sunset Providing the gift of another day for riveting embrace. I am a friend worth having; A reliable man worth confiding. Gratefully ineligible to adjudicate, In the now, fearlessly merciful. I am honesty’s new best friend, A quest for truth continually probing; A current of transparency untainted, Longing for a nonjudgmental landing.)

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Who Am I?

“Who am I, you ask? ”

I am a narrative in the making,
A happy ending not yet told;
A plot unapologetically thickening,
An unedited pagination in bold.

I am a breath worth breathing,
Escaping death with each blow;
Avoiding over speculating
When the last one will flow.

I am faith in motion,
Unconventional devotion.
More enlightened via the personal
Than stage-like public spectacle.

I am desire, craving daily to be known,
Not forced into isolation to venture alone;
But absorbing each new sunrise and sunset
Providing the gift of another day for riveting embrace.

I am a friend worth having;
A reliable man worth confiding.
Gratefully ineligible to adjudicate,
In the now, fearlessly merciful.

I am honesty’s new best friend,
A quest for truth continually probing;
A current of transparency untainted,
Longing for a nonjudgmental landing.

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