no. 2

Wow, that really hurts

Couldn’t feel . . . Too numb before.

Now the throbbing pain is all that is real.

Try to focus on something else to ease the pain.

Couldn’t feel . . . Too numb before.

I am not going to let this defeat me.

Try to focus on something else to ease the pain.

Overcoming by sheer force of will.

I am not going to let this defeat me.

Your sorries are not for me. They are yours.

Overcoming by sheer force of will.

I forgive myself for feeling the pain.

Your sorries are not for me. They are yours.

Wow, that really hurts

I forgive myself for feeling the pain.

Now the throbbing pain is all that is real.

A Pantoum a Day Begins . . .

Anarchy (no. 1)

We don’t hurt people.

Voting is violence.

We don’t take their things.

Statism is a cult.

Voting is violence.

My body, my choice.

Statism is a cult.

No gods, no masters.

My body, my choice.

Work together and win.

No gods, no masters.

Good ideas NEVER require force.

We don’t hurt people.

Work together and win.

We don’t take their things.

Good ideas NEVER require force.

Anarchy (no. 2)

We don’t hurt people.

Voting is violence.

We don’t take their things.

Statism is a cult.

Voting is violence.

My body, my choice.

Statism is a cult.

No gods, no masters.

My body, my choice.

Work together and win.

No gods, no masters.

Good ideas NEVER require force.

Work together and win.

We don’t hurt people.

Good ideas NEVER require force.

We don’t take their things.

potted plants (no. 1)

on a distant shore

my love still waits for me.

i hear her whispers in the distance

while i stare at the miles of ocean.

my love still waits for me

alone among her potted plants.

while i stare at the miles of ocean.

the dream we are comes true

alone among her potted plants.

we seek a soft revival.

the dream we are comes true,

yet, waking breaks the spell.

on distant shores,

we seek a soft revival

yet, waking breaks the spell.

i hear her whispers in the distance.

potted plants (no. 2)

on a distant shore

my love still waits for me.

i hear her whispers in the distance

while i stare at the miles of ocean.

my love still waits for me

alone among her potted plants.

while i stare at the miles of ocean.

the dream we are comes true

alone among her potted plants.

we seek a soft revival.

the dream we are comes true,

yet, waking breaks the spell.

we seek a soft revival

on distant shores,

yet, waking breaks the spell.

i hear her whispers in the distance.

Cold Mornings (no. 1)

Though cold mornings freeze the blood,

It is alright to move slower today,

BUT Nothing needs to be perfect.

You are doing the best that you can.

It is alright to move slower today,

Even when you think you can do more

You are doing the best that you can.

Sometimes this is all you need,

Even when you think you can do more.

A little perspective and a warm hat

Sometimes this is all you need

Gives purpose to your day.

A little perspective and a warm hat,

Though cold mornings freeze the blood,

Gives purpose to your day,

BUT Nothing needs to be perfect.