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Life is all about taking a STANCE. Life lessons and creative thought to give a new perspective in life.

Poems From A Lame Nation. The wonder in your eyes that fine day. Imprinting our feet a warm long trail. On a beach one sunset one wonderful may. Holding tight and lost from a blowing misty gale. The mischief in your eyes when you softly whispered. Those sweet words they still vibrates the smallest bones in me. So magical in my memories they seemed to be.

School, work, school, work. Sometimes I think of running away to somewhere exotic, Switzerland or New Zealand. Right now, my life is just the opposite.

If you were hurt,. Would you let go? If you were betrayed,. Would it be the same as to forget and forgive. I would ask god if he was still around,. To convince me nothing stays for long,. Although a little tardy, a little slow,. 20 years have passed by n the memories still seem so fresh,. The warmth of the summer breeze,. Our laughter n play,.

Ventures of a love-sick fool and poetic menace. Love is a gambling addiction. And sex, its fishing lure. You can give your body a thousand times. But your heart, only a few,. We give away pieces with every fall. Not the trips, the stumbles, or the almost. But, in the corrosive, deep, marrow of the term. Coined to describe the feeling that makes life worth living. My mother still wonders about the first Michael she ever loved. You once said that your parents still love each other.

Used to be a peacemaker, but now my mind is violent. I grapple with my indifference but it remains defiant. A rebel with a cause who turned compliant. The change was sudden, almost subtle. The blood of an innocent dried in a puddle. The deafening silence, followed by a collective shudder. A piercing shriek from her mother.

Musings on the human experiment. The non-human outward is truly magnificent.

January 8, 2012 by torquethis. Days have turned to night,. And nights jerked to day;. Black has changed to white,. Water stings like shot,. Vicious wind bites through,. Senses dulled from hurt,. Far before the rain;. Standing tall and still,. Looking up; eyes closed;. Drown the haunting thoughts,. Fresh, and still exposed. Tears burn paths of warmth;. Daring faith to stand;.