Sacred Place of the Sublime. Poetics and Prosetics for the Mind, Body and Soul. Carry on a conversation with your mind,. Attempt to divine the truth of your situation,. The proof of the station in life. Remove the sties from your eyes,. Bear witness to your own weakness,. Minimize your strengths to find balance,. Become the prince or princess of the realm,. Partaking of the sacred chalice. Find balance in denial,.

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Exploring the world one adventure at a time. As the Sun Slowly Sets in the West. Posted by Cody McCullough in Around Oregon. Staring out the window, I watch the sun as it slowly sets in the west. It is a hazy, late summer day, and I am behind the wheel. On the last leg of a long trip, we are nearing home. Look girls, I say. Over there, by the mountains. It is a fine sunset, I say to Elizabeth. It certainly is, she says back to me.

And these are attempts to keep them afloat! I bleed into myself. At the edge of a lifetime. Spent tending to the dark. Shores of the lonely self. Dry boned, I sink. On November 25, 2013 in Poetry. In ways I cannot allow myself to be,. For eternity and nailed to a wall. To dreams from a lost childhood. That now whisper back in soft echoes. They reach far out into the wild blue.

The Debater who is really Bad at Debating. You say that It does not make sense. You say that it does not compute. You argue with naught but pretense. Those with which you can not refute. On Poets and how Great they Think they are. I write these lines, I write this verse,. Without the rigors of rehearse. Are wild words and lyrics terse. Both have seams about to burst. Not a doctor, nor a nurse,.