Mediocre writing spawns editing — The Great Works born unchanged.
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Though we think of ourselves as singular, we are also communal, drawing from communal consciousness. The flip-side, we are also distracted by the hustling, the strife of a working day. At night they dream...we write!~ their sleeping dreams, fantasies our dawns for inspiration, tuneful-receptors-firing-poetic-alive.
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Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here—among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes, will gleam blood-red
at last when sunset staggers to the door
of each white mausoleum, to inquire—
What use, O things of erstwhile loveliness?
('Completing the Pattern' by Michael R. Burch)
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Dawn's opened her eyes inside loving heart*
Making her entrance, across the dark bay*
Yawns from baby ducks getting their first start*Waking cries, as mothers lay at their sway*Spawns of light upon the stage, cast and part*Staking claim to heartbeats of a new day*Nature's an eye-opener, start to end*Captures the sight of mankind as its penned
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We move like pawns on a chessboard. Take one step forward or make a diagonal cut to change the path.
Life, a game played by many but fully understood by some, if any. Still trying to understand the chessboard.
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I think therefore I am till I start feeling hungry....then existential realization dawns on me that eating is much more basic and I eat therefore I am is the correct definition of being!
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FAILURES easily get tired in the middle of the dark road, look back and start counting their footsteps, but PLANNERS are somnambulant, they journey until it dawns!
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