the Loss
I loved a women once.
poetry
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The Oeuvre
She is a cathedral. My masterwork
I Am Thankful for Your Length
The length Of you
The Patience of Memory
Do you remember When you couldn’t get enough of them
when the sound of their voice sent you into frenzy
Verbosity
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Whoever is lacking good sense shows contempt for his neighbor, But the man of true discernment remains silent. Slanderers go about revealing confidential talk, a trustworthy soul keeps a confidence.
My goal here has been and continues to be just me emptying my head and gut. Sometimes it strays out of bounds. That can bring some negative energy.
In time, I hope to rebrand as 'The Good Dog'
I will continue to write like everyone I know is dead. I hope this doesn't create challenges for you, dear reader. If it does, maybe this isn't a book you should read.
Everyone has stories. For better or worse, these are mine.
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Butterflies
Butterflies rest when it rains
Loved and Missed
When two kind souls meet, it is no forgone conclusion that they will connect and build a life. But when it does manage to spark and the forrest fire of life together is started, we are the lucky ones to feel it’s warmth and stand by amazed at the all-consuming nature that true love has.
Our Love
7/8/23 – Colorado: in a field out beyond right and wrong.
Defeat
There once was a mouse.
Mister Denton
Weird neighbors are unforgettable