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A GOODBYE TO MY HOME
Saying goodbye is really painful. But sometimes, that is what we really need to move on. A goodbye breaks us yet allows us to be whole again.
Shorts
Lessons from a Penguin
On my last training ride on the Cannon Valley Trail, the web site said it was 20 miles one way, but my odometer said it was 30. It looked like 30; it felt like 30, and I wanted it to be 30, but I was wrong. When facts point in one direction, and your opinion points in the opposite direction, you would be wise to yield to the facts.
Poems
Jesse 9 (Unsent Letter From The Muse)
I wish to be that beauty you speak of- angelic yet demure, which I am not. The mirror shows me less than your eyes see
Shorts
The Tzadik
The summary also indicates that some of the prophecies extend to modern times, the Mets winning the 1969 World Series (Men will strike round balls with round sticks, and the least of the ball strikers will be first 5730 - 1969) and the Moon landing
Notes
Self Over Matter
Your life is a treasure if you learn to take care of it. Choosing yourself is not an option, it is a priority. I finally choose myself over anything.
Poems
Adorned With Perfection
You illuminate with grace Across Andromeda’s face. Like the cedars of Lebanon Flourishing in their perfection, That’s where your heart is Without envy nor deception.
Shorts
Countless Possibilities
We have countless possibilities. Different destinies, different endings. Countless choices, countless results. We get bad decisions in life that we can't turn back to change, instead we face the consequences and live with it.
Shorts
Rose Shaped Freedom
Humans are cruel but nature is kind. A rose that was growing nearby, heard her wish and felt brokenhearted when she saw her smother her cries in her hands.
Poems
The Great Pretender
About people hiding behind their masks - a great pretender, a person who pretends to be someone they are not, hinders themselves of true happiness.
Poems
The Whole Point Of The Game
Looking back years ago is the street logic: screw or be screwed. That's the whole point of the game. That's the reality.
Poems
I don’t want to be temporary.
Sometimes, we feel unwanted by the people we hold dearest to us. It sucks to feel unimportant. Temporary.