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I am not meant to be, where I yam, what I yam Unless life like spinach, is meant to be canned, A failure by all reports, I have no retort, Not one, n o response, my previous successes lead me to believe, that "what have you done lately" does not deceive, fills the beast, technology, That leads me to my breaking point, Rogue wave, out of the deep blue see, If I were a martyr, that might be true, But I am nothing more, than a man with a love for words and I play with sounds, really adore what they do; with my mind, with my heart, preventing stagnation, of my imagination. Ah, the breaking point not the tip of a coast, where land ends,               and bends open water to new possibilities. We all have at least one In our life, in our career, in our day Weakness, faint of heart,... No Way, Even the oceans, and their waves, As those waves come to shore, On breakwater's and beaches Break! but do not dull the ocean's roar.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Breaking Point
I am not meant to be, where I yam, what I yam Unless life like spinach, is meant to be canned, A failure by all reports, I have no retort, Not one, n o response, my previous successes lead me to believe, that "what have you done lately" does not deceive, fills the beast, technology, That leads me to my breaking point, Rogue wave, out of the deep blue see, If I were a martyr, that might be true, But I am nothing more, than a man with a love for words and I play with sounds, really adore what they do; with my mind, with my heart, preventing stagnation, of my imagination. Ah, the breaking point not the tip of a coast, where land ends,               and bends open water to new possibilities. We all have at least one In our life, in our career, in our day Weakness, faint of heart,... No Way, Even the oceans, and their waves, As those waves come to shore, On breakwater's and beaches Break! but do not dull the ocean's roar.
How many breaking points have happened to you? unfinished, the waves of doubt, keep coming, like my blog like twitter, like Instagram, like Word press, likes...
darrell-wade-elverum
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
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