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you' re good dude
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wish you did not beat up those geeks to hard I promise nobody was harmed during the writing of this piece...  it is nothing more that an observation |
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0 And 2
I don’t really know when it happens for women or for most men, but for me; I remember it was the first time I realized I was older than that month’s centerfold it happened twice that year and in the next, it was 8 out of 12 months in the year to follow it was everyone of them and everyone since an odd way to became aware of age and my own mortality I know, but life itself is odd prior to this age meant nothing life seemed endless I once ran a 4:18 mile I was above average on any court, any field and most everything came easy to me one time, in a 7 inning baseball game i struck-out 18 batters, but this was long ago when age didn’t matter and now I find myself closer to 50 than 20 the mirror that greets me and the world that surrounds me and the dreams that come to me when I am lucky enough to find sleep are all telling me that now, I am the one standing there and it’s the 7th inning and I am behind in the count 0 balls and 2 strikes Kc ‘10 |
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Finding The Forest
there’s a balance involved one I used to have a handle on and it’s a fine line, I know… I didn’t always need the pills or the booze, but when it all falls apart and your own deeds are the very thing that destroys you, there’s not much by way, of escape they told me I could be anything I dreamed, (and that would be true, if we all lived in a dream world, but if you do…they label you clinical and ironically, attempt to drug the “crazy” out of you) but they don’t know the nightmares inside of me they don’t know the insecurities that fester the fears, the longing for something- anything they don’t know me they don’t know I once built a kingdom but lost a crown now all I hear are things like… “…half full” “…silver lining” and “…some have greatness thrust upon them” whatever! life is not a commencement speech maybe clouds are just clouds or maybe they are the true saviors; floating weightless blocking an over bearing beacon that seems hell-bent on shining light into each and every dark and secretive corner of our lives… …where coping comes with warning labels and expiration dates and redemption parachutes from protective canopies, landing lightly in fully blossomed, pristine poppy fields; tiptoeing carefully by, as not to wake the dreaming – the dead maybe the glass is not supposed to be full maybe most of us can’t handle an entire serving or maybe; we simply spend too much time trying to fill it and we forget, the glasses are just a part of the dinnerware it was Frost who said he had a love/hate relationship with life Sarah Kofman ended hers on Nietzsche’s birthday Van Gogh took his… as did Cobain, Hemingway, Hunter Thompson, Sylvia Plath too many to list here, but if the Buddhist are correct they may already be among us….again and if I have to come back and take this journey once more maybe, just maybe I’ll opt for the paper cups the plastic spoons and the free meds kc ‘10 |
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Brilliant, Brilliant you
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very nice to see you
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Eleven pages of beautifully expressed pieces...
I feel like I found the insomniac's gold mine tonight! Tremendous collection. Absolutely amazing! Inspirational, really. A wonderful display of your talent. You are truly blessed with the gift of the pen. Or keyboard. Or whatever you call it. You can write, man!! Thanks for sharing all your amazing work, and baring your heart and soul kc.  |
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thank you...i do need to go back to the beginning though, and re-work a lot of the first ones.
i can definitely see the progression (at least there is that) |
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you' re good dude  I think he's brilliant! |
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you' re good dude I think he's brilliant! awwwwwwwwwwww stop that!... 
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I really like this one... I mean I like them all! But this one was different.
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thank you kimberlee...glad you found something to like here.
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in one word....AMAZING...
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So long...Farewell...Goodbye All these years together and this is how you stand before me. Not a hint of sorrow or, of sadness. Not even a trace of a tear. Well, what did I expect? Thinking of all I wish to say to you…. Knowing it will do no good… With that cold sickle heart. Turning it on so many unsuspecting (as you call them) victims. You wield it in random but, you pick and cut them with surgical precision. Have you stopped to survey the damage? When you reflect on your life and you ask yourself if you were ever truly loved, remember me. Recall all I have endured. Remember that even at the end I loved you with all of my being. I will most likely die loving you. How sad is that? Not only for me but, for us too. Remember how I was to you. I always supported you, encouraged you, and helped you when you asked. I didn't tell you who you are or who to be. I simply loved you for you. I gave you the room to grow the room to change and to find who you are. Some how; you interpreted this as weakness. I tried to shield you from the harsh reality of this sometimes cruel world and you viewed it as dishonest and disrespectful. Just when did you become the pillar respect? You; with your tarnished crown and newly developed vestige of moral standing. I feel sorry for the others that will come into your world, for the celestial comets of karma will circle your universe and return to you one day... So as I approach you for the last time, I take your elegant hands of deceit and hold them as gently as ever. I fight my tears and silently kiss you on the cheek. I turn away never to look back but, knowing, as I walk away, you will catch a hint of the last breath I shall ever exhale for you. You can taste it, smell it and sense it in the moisture resting so hopelessly on your beautiful face. Dry it with the memory of our past. (I envision three swipes of your hand.) (first)....so long (second)...farewell (third)....goodbye kc08 kc ....its is amazing how you can visualize your words so well....im in love with your writing! |
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The Ride
if you catch yourself saying “does it ever end?” don’t worry....it does if you think it can’t get worse worry....it will if it all becomes unbearable and you feel as though you’ve had enough, wait... .......you get more one day you will wake up and realize this is life this is what it’s like to feel human then one day, you won’t wake and your death will mean nothing and it will mean everything kc ‘10 |
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Life, truthfully told-very nice kc
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The Ride if you catch yourself saying “does it ever end?” don’t worry....it does if you think it can’t get worse worry....it will if it all becomes unbearable and you feel as though you’ve had enough, wait... .......you get more one day you will wake up and realize this is life this is what it’s like to feel human then one day, you won’t wake and your death will mean nothing and it will mean everything kc ‘10 I love it, even though it sounds a bit like you are writing your own eulogy. But then I remember you are writing everyone's eulogy. Well done. |
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The Ride if you catch yourself saying “does it ever end?” don’t worry....it does if you think it can’t get worse worry....it will if it all becomes unbearable and you feel as though you’ve had enough, wait... .......you get more one day you will wake up and realize this is life this is what it’s like to feel human then one day, you won’t wake and your death will mean nothing and it will mean everything kc ‘10 I love it, even though it sounds a bit like you are writing your own eulogy. But then I remember you are writing everyone's eulogy. Well done. i didn't look at as a eulogy, but perhaps it is fitting. thank you for stopping in... |
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kc...a hard truth..and one we'd all be best to listen to.....thankyou...teasingbrunette
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how lucky we are to have your words grace the pages of mingle
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