Read my heart –
traverse the confines
extrapolate its intricacies
and – lay them at my feet.
I long for conquest –
as these burdens
have rendered me mute
and
extracted the last measure of power.
Strangely enough –
truth
is always that entity
that we run from
bemoaning its absence.
Standing dumbfounded
as it rushes by.
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Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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