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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Inside-Out with all the psycho-babble. Multifaceted melange - merry and melancholy. My pen’s prophetic, authentic, inadequate. Hazel eyes that ponder divinity: See the world. See God through the world. See the people. Empathize with earthly beings. Fall to my knees. Seek inspiration. Grab it with gusto. Don’t wait for the brain to catch up. I observe the peculiarities in my familiar space. I often hide behind the blinds. Occasions, work, and friends - push me out into the serendipitous sun and clouds. Clench books on dusty shelves. Throw them into a shopping cart - they’re all free. Attempt to organize floaters - those iotas, that crystallize, to form a complete thought. Exhaustive concordance of my travels - violets, forget-me-knots, tulips, and fear and sorrow The viscous web of grandiose heights - zip lines, edge of mountains, glacier treks. Falling...falling back on my knees. Confident? Conceited? A poet - that’s me. And ideas materialize - with family and strangers, life and death. The affectation of emotion, pondered. Like a journalist, I report roller-coaster happenings. You see, I used to merely have an emotion, get comfortable in its chair. Now I play with it, craft my joy or despair. The mirror cracks - my reflection as I grow wizened, with a chromatic symphony of mystique.
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