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Determination strides
chest out
stomach in.
The objective is in sight.
Obstacles
on notice.
Impervious to doubt
or timid
reservation.
Resolve Resolve
intestinal
fortitude
Chin to the bar.
Rock on.
Now get some sleep!
So much thought, and way too **** fast.
Frustration ebbs and flows like the tide.
It's never over, but it never lasts.
I try my best to enjoy the ride.

Give it all you've got my boy 'o!
Keep your nose to the old grind stone.
Pull up the shades! Let in the light!
Don't talk so loud. Shut the hell up!

What are you doing with that shadow?
Don't sweat it. You're still here.
We just can't see you when your eyes are closed.
Another day ends.  The night draws near.
What is this?
You're a demon
disguised as Melpomene
You can't fool me
I've been around the block,
and I write about it.
I need no help
from the likes of you.

You want rhyme?
You want rhythm?
You want structure?
Do these things not exist in Hades?
Don't send me to the Goth O matic.

I'd rather write a stinker,
than to indulge your darkness.
I know the difference
between Melpomene and you.
Off you go now.
I have no excuse.
The misty sprites in speckled shadows
dance among the ferns on the forest floor.
Hemlock and western red cedar giants
tower above the fungus jungle on the rotting leaves.
The sun alters the smell of rain,
and a light wind coaxes the wet from the branches.
I think as quietly as I can
because I am an intruder.
It is
because it needs day light
Structured,
but formless and cold.
Alone,
it is nothing.
Daylight
is the eye that sees,
the mind that processes,
the soul that absorbs.
alone
it is nothing.
Under, over, between, against, something
Needful things and quarks
Infinite infinity endlessly remaining
vacuous vacant and brimming.
Everything everywhere evolving eternally
recent past and the here and now
still reveals it's non existence.
Event horizon is nothing nowhere
Gloomy Wednesday here;
all aches and feeling my age.
It is my rain song

Perhaps I should call.
It has been a little time
between then and now.

My mind is blank here
all syllables and structure
keep eluding me.

The wet lands smiling
the green recovers quickly
from yesterday's frost.

Discuss the weather?
See how I am sunk so low?
Good thing there's no *****.
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