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when our mind is full of great ideas we want to write them down yet there are times when we  discover that there is no connection from our brain to all the instruments we use to transcribe our flighty thoughts     to give them shape on paper, screen, or in the sand sometimes it helps to pause a bit and reconsider what we do really want to say       focus and concentrate     articulate precisely yet suggestively our indomitable urge to formulate     the turmoil of emotions we may harbor     our wild ideas of revolution     the overbearing pain of loss and separation     grey landscapes of depression     attractions of dramatic suicide also the joy and pleasures of deep love     of unexpected friendships found         where even angels fear to tread     the happiness of our children     the love we recognize         often too late     our parents have bestowed on us et cetera  et cetera the catalogue of our themes expands through our lives so do the challenges of how to tell the tale it helps to aim for clarity we have to  let our instruments of writing know which of our turbulently swirling thoughts should earn the privilege to become words     and be communicated to people who     before they read our verse have no idea at all     that we exist
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
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when our mind is full of great ideas we want to write them down yet there are times when we  discover that there is no connection from our brain to all the instruments we use to transcribe our flighty thoughts     to give them shape on paper, screen, or in the sand sometimes it helps to pause a bit and reconsider what we do really want to say       focus and concentrate     articulate precisely yet suggestively our indomitable urge to formulate     the turmoil of emotions we may harbor     our wild ideas of revolution     the overbearing pain of loss and separation     grey landscapes of depression     attractions of dramatic suicide also the joy and pleasures of deep love     of unexpected friendships found         where even angels fear to tread     the happiness of our children     the love we recognize         often too late     our parents have bestowed on us et cetera  et cetera the catalogue of our themes expands through our lives so do the challenges of how to tell the tale it helps to aim for clarity we have to  let our instruments of writing know which of our turbulently swirling thoughts should earn the privilege to become words     and be communicated to people who     before they read our verse have no idea at all     that we exist
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
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