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Battles

Sometimes it isn’t the battle that is daunting

But the number of battles lining up to be

Encountered that can be overwhelming.

I can and have stopped while the tide of depression

Washes over me with the coldness from the harshness

Of the reality that I find myself in.

When I give into these moments of submersion,

There is no battle to be won or lost.

There is only the now.  Where sights and sounds

Filter through the barrier that has surrounded me.

But when I remember who is fighting for me,

Who is living inside of me.

Then the water of depression streams off of me

Like emerging from the ocean, to lie on the beach

As I feel the heat of the joy and the love

Bath me in a brilliant light.

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Prozac Boy #3

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Discovery

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Gratitude

Weeping willows dance with the wind, showing

grace and form, with gratitude of presence.

Beautiful whispers are heard in the leaves

and the branches as movement tantalizes

with secrets revealed.  Who knows better

than the willow of the struggles past

then the one who weathered the storms.

Watching the tragic often contemptuous acts, shown

as roots are up lifted, and leaves are stripped, from

friends and family.  So they weep for

what was in deed Grace but also for the meaning.

And they act as reminders to ask and receive gratitude

as they dance, whisper of beauty past and

still to come.

 

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Working for Change

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Forward thoughts

Forward thoughts

We feel and form

Bringing a message, brought

Out of personal storm.

Struggling passion

With feelings awry

To begin our mission

With the word from high.

Slowly we begin

Accepting truth and fate

To Know thy sin

Those always abate.

Because the love,

Will always come from above.

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Circles

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Circles around squares,
Implacable, surrounding
Engulfed with patterns,
To move or shift?
Orbiting around,
Bouncing off,
Protective bubbles,
Over all, from all.
Squares to triangles,
Unique to view,
Rectangles move with
Pentagrams in empathy.
All unique but joined,
By circles
Which joins them
Together.

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Prozac Boy #2

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Juxtaposition

I find that I am looking for something but I still have not figured out what I am looking for.  I thought that when I lost my job that this was it baby, turn around and finally get my writing off the ground.  You would think it was simple, start out like your working, get up, have breakfast and go to work just with out the driving part.  Simple right?  No!  First of all, writing is work.  Oh I can come with a dozen different story ideas but now the problem is gjuxtapositionetting the whole story down.  This involves work, sure you can put the butler in the library with the candlestick but what reason does he have for knocking over Colonel Mustard and giving him a terrible headache in the process?  Not simple but then I am determined to follow through because it is never a good thing to drop a dream to fast.

Now I have also found a new direction in art and I like that one also, video making.  I have always done little things for the church but usually using power point.  Simple, direct, fancy photo slide shows, nothing really special.  Even added music to it to allow people to fall asleep easier.  Then I started getting into making videos.  First I started small by making an one hour documentary on the churches history as we just celebrated our 100th year of providing service.  Man did I say simple, almost gave up a dozen different times not to mention the frigging bloody hassle with formatting issues.  No one likes to make their products compatible with other programs.  I spent half of the time just trying to find software that would convert files from one format to another.  Funny how I can look and back and still cringe in horror.  (my loving wife suggested the other day to re-do the whole thing now that I am better at editing and visualizing issues.  Yooks!)

So here is the issue, what do I do?  How should I proceed?  Don’t even get me started on the comic strip thingy, I’m working on it.

I find I am at a juxtaposition and no idea which way to proceed.

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