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As I try to listen to myself amidst these sirens that scream at my house almost 24/7, the question of “What do I want to do today” might be a difficult one to answer. It might leave me with me with an empty canvas or a blank page. And would I give myself permission to fill either one without guilt from doing nothing productive? Suppose I abandon both for a beer down at the pub? “Il belle far niente” I’m thinking that I don’t need to be in Rome to appreciate the beauty of doing nothing.
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4m ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 7:24 AM UTC
Eat Pray Love
Is it only the poets who truly know it The meaning of their ambiguous poems? Can no one know which way the words blow in the storm ‘neath where they drag their combs?
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
Shakespeare or Bust?
Home is where the hate is for many an innocent man Sadly, many remain where they are To, at least, know where they stand
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:07 PM UTC
Back in the Old USA
The whole time I’m awake I feel I could sleep but when I lie down I become wide awake Alas the dry heaves of sleep
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 7:33 AM UTC
Slumber ******
Each and every human being is a uniquely painful expression of living on this earth. The pain shapes us like a lathe. It’s a big part of why no two people are alike. Each person’s suffering is truly his own.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 7:36 AM UTC
Stark Darkness
Circumstances not of our making prevail upon us and presume to be our teachers dispensing lessons that we did not ask for And so, we become angry
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
Bitter Figs
Funny how some would rather shoehorn faith into religion than reason with philosophy
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Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC
Fear
Is there anything like a nice cool breeze in the sunshine of Spring on days like these? Fluffy white clouds in a crispy blue sky soaking up moisture ‘til they’re ready to cry Flowers around mailboxes for miles and miles Dead leaves and branches stacked up in piles The greens have returned to Winter’s bare trees in the sunshine of Spring on days like these
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 7:53 AM UTC
Scenes of Spring
The hardened heart that dares not feel acts as if turned to stone It can’t get close to what it fears most So, it finds itself alone
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Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 9:03 AM UTC
Stone Age Stoic
All the what ifs and all that what was depends on the moment of what one does
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 8:33 PM UTC
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