Elderly Walker

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A weary traveler, he had turned into an elderly walker.

Quiet, unassuming, yet refined with his thrift store shoes.

And, mindful with midnight strolls.

Never tongue tied.

Infinity bold.

When we had become one…along with many a collection of souls…

I needed

I wanted

to know what I did not know.

The manner in which the elderly walker skipped and limped with impunity.

The gale force gait that entwined his grumpy smile.

His gesturing hands that informed those passing by…we can be free…we are not all that we have been told.

Existing Outside the Lines

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Messy Memories.

Troubles not foreseen.

It will surface as though,

a lifetime were spent conducting our own scenic symphony.

But then again,

who is to say,

that what seems…

are artless creatures of our dreams.

I am the sort to find no difference between a

snowstorm and…

a mystery.

The sisterhood of blocks made in mortar and misery.

The elusive nature of things…

A hallucinogenic with never-ending complications…

Of who I am?

What I see?

And, what it means to just be.

To create, and to confront, one has to be an outcast. MASHA GEESEN

What it means to stare

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Would have been better to keep an existential eye…

while looking between green gray hues

and, peering at anemic disarray.

Languid disorders, sight unseen,

grappling with a colorful mind…

∞

Well, in earnest, it is an ordeal best suited for the unrefined.

Dragnets flung over the road maps,.

collecting ‘speaking in third person’…

like passing the hat.

∞

Well noted, a window’s pardoning glare,

and,

with a quick glimpse forward,

fleetingly witness…

to be or not to be…be aware.

Forthwith, we will beg,

pardon my stare.

Pardon my stare.

“There is something infantile in the presumption that somebody else has a responsibility to give your life meaning and point… The truly adult view, by contrast, is that our life is as meaningful, as full and as wonderful as we choose to make it.”
― Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion

Bike Weak

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Collecting all harmony in a tank of gas

I do not intend to toss my peace of mind…far or fast

And, when stage struck by the crackled pavement,

there can be moments of…

imageedit_7_5922669719being off task.

Bound by no determination, I am the wind.

I am the specks of soiled earth…bouncing about shaded glass.

I am

I am

A feeling that is unplanned and never lasts.

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The cutting edge of this instant right here and now is always nothing less than the totality of everything there is…robert pirsig