שעון חול של מילים

Have you ever noticed as your mind changes?

A different way of thought may be?

I look at the same old stuff and break it to new forms of beauty.

I read different, write different, talk different, look different, and feel different.

Yet some how, this intensive change seems not to pass to those around me.

They do not see a new me, but the old and battered, the things of my youth that I believe have changed are still there in their misconceptions of the truth of me.

It took a new bright mirror to see my self through her eyes.

Or is just a fools way of explain his own inadequacies.

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I set with some friends at a party dinner, one of them has casually dropped she had written a book, most just dropped a short congratulation on her lap, as if it’s a mundane task, just your every day work , between the kids and a full time job you wrote a book, cool.

And I thought that if I would have said, hey I write, sometime almost well, they would have thought I was making a joke.

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History teaches nothing. Political power is always moved by money.

Why am I writing this, a new government, new faces, same old bitching and crying?

We are again “threatened with our biggest threat ever”, we are again “faced with adversary from with in and with out”.

Yet the most important thing in our life is still not being addressed. Food, shelter, decency, safety for our young, education, clean play grounds. Fuck , that’s worth another new F-16, better have the military might, the old and feeble will never need it, the young would grow with out it.


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It has been a long time since I actually wrote erotic any thing, I really miss it. I just miss the person to write too, the muse. Or do I have in front of me again and am too blind to see?