Category Archives: personal

Deception

  Could be I deserve ev’rything I get! How else can I account for my good luck? Otherwise, I might now be really stuck In situations that were much too wet. Conjunctions between Sun and Jupiter Enact a reign of … Continue reading →

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Too Bad (a Personal Memoir)

  If one could choose which course to take, the way would be so much easier to see. But life isn’t like that: most of the time one wanders around in a fog as if his eyes were blind, he … Continue reading →

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Ego Gets Such a Bad Reputation

“I Am” Most of us have been seduced into thinking that the ego is the worst thing in the world. But what if I told you that, in metaphysical terms, ego, spiritual–The true self; an individualized center of God consciousness; … Continue reading →

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The Old Folks at Home (on Mother’s Day)

Porch photo by April Barber (morgellicreative.com)

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To want to experience someone else While not clear to indulge freely with them Is like having an ache which doesn’t hurt But throbs and causes discomfort inside. Do I seem different to you when we’re alone? Do I seem … Continue reading →

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A Dream (Hell, It’s a Nightmare)

  I glaze into her eyes, purple haze, smoking black; She shows her teeth (They’re clean, Mine aren’t).   She crosses her eyes to look at me, making her squint; She tries to foresee (But can’t very far Beyond me). … Continue reading →

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Love

I gaze into her eyes (soft-colored blue, gazing back), She smiles, I grin, And we hold hands.   She stares away from me (into the Vacuum of my mind); She thinks about the future, My love, And me.   I … Continue reading →

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Life (version three)

  The Meaning is gone And Time is passing: Daydreams keep coming With every yawn.   Crooked thoughts make crooked paths That my mind will follow And the resulting sorrow Will almost always stir my wrath.   Love is a … Continue reading →

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Life (version two)

  Life’s meaning’s lost and Time’s the same: My dreaming goes on, as does the rain.   Thoughts are a guided path that is ignored: I’ll choke my stony wrath which once had roared.   Love is a route that’s … Continue reading →

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Suppertime

  It’s taken me years But now I know what it’s like To have supper all ready And then be told that the most Important person will be late:   No, I didn’t shed tears But I felt like taking … Continue reading →

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