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I'll wait....
watch for you....

But you'll have to visit
in dream

I hope to hold your hand there


I miss you
Heavy heart full and wanting
Some people
just keep blowing hot air
like what they
think
or what they
say
matters
Pollution
I forgot about

the Squirrel Nut Zippers band

toes-a-tapping smile
Yes!
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks" is a quotation from the 1602 play Hamlet by William Shakespeare. It has been used as a figure of speech, in various phrasings, to indicate that a person's overly frequent or vehement attempts to convince others of something have ironically helped to convince others that the opposite is true, by making the person look insincere and defensive.*

(So transparently self absorbed. Stay trapped in the box. I've travelled to distant planets and left the waste behind. Sometimes I feel like Charlie Brown listening to all the grown ups "wah wha whaaa....")
My beautiful daughter commented on my smile today. XO
they're all over

wish I would've known

when she was on my couch
Could've saved a lot of heartache.....always assume the worst about others. You're probably right.  (Hilarious......some people are so full of themselves.   Presumptuous much? What is the old saying....? "He who doth protest...."  Feels good to smile. ).
Time
Love
Patience
Hope
Compassion
Tears
Worry
Sleep
Words
Gifts
­Truth
Pain
Effort
Knowledge
Ignorance
Faith
Belief
Things
Breath
­
*sometimes it feels as though it's all just circling the drain
as he approaches he can't help but appreciate the view
a skyline he hasn't had the pleasure of absorbing with his eyes
for ever so long

he begins his descent throught the tangle of vines
peering past the nests of leaves and twigs
into the double moons that stare back at him

coming upon a smooth slide
he can't help but tickle as he makes his way down
resting in a hollow before his ascent resumes

now facing a climb over two gentle slopes
careful to give equal attention to both
thoroughly enjoying the bounty that fills his hands

once he reaches the crests he continues
across a plain slightly further than he had previously remembered
still scarred by the years of cultivating life

he nears the hidden chamber of home
the place he can't forget
the place he can't stop missing
he doesn't live here any more but his memories do
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