Occasionally ask, “What is the connection between what I want most in life and anything I plan to do today?”
—Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
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Sweet sleep
A day without a nap is like a cupcake without frosting.
Squashed
cancel culture is
political correctness
overcorrecting
Sixty-nine degrees
bliss runs wild with the breeze today—
this moment a delicious autumn cake
frosted with october’s dulcet bouquet—
worries let serenity breathe and play
while sweet nature gladness partakes
Antennae
Read instead of watch TV?
Now there’s a novel idea!
Seamless
the vibrant green-yellow-pink blossom-life of spring
the watery-blue radiant sunshine-breath of summer
the metallic-earth-toned glowing-decay of autumn
the grey-white holly-festive slow-motion of winter
Campfire
campfire flames kiss the night
stars in distant skies blaze bright
ghost story whispers all affright
rustling sounds just out of sight
Illusions
Religion is faith in anything other than ourselves.
Spring’s sure well-done over, at 100°
Poetic words flow much better in pleasant climes—
Springtime and autumn, more friendly for rhymes
Winter’s good too, we self-reflect well in cold times
But blazing summer melts words & numbs minds!
Revenant
O! how many ghosts in a wound of war.
Insomniacaholic
I’m an insomniacaholic
if there is such a thing
well, I know there is —
I am one, and their king!
journal, age fifteen
Sweet life
age split a cherry
midlife is the pit
sweet and ripe surround
Awake & alone
Night is filled with our loudest fears and a silent courage.