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By SZU

Once upon a time, my mind was a natural recipient to fresh and instant ideas. And words complemented those thoughts well. Now the mind has changed, the ideas have perished and the words have withered away. Why? The reason is yet to be discovered. The motive; yet to be unearthed. And the disease, still to be diagnosed.But as I sit repenting on the decline of my creative state; there's a voice (from deep within) that's shouting at me. I can see it. Can't hear it. That voice is mine-I know; but how to reach it? I don't. It can help me- I know; but how to follow it? I don't.In my quest of finding... Read More

Why are humans so scared of change?

Life is constant change. Our bodies are created to change. The entire world is changing every single moment. The only way we can live is by changing. So if change is so ingrained in our bodies, the world and our lives, why are we still so scared and resistant to it?

I think of humans as caterpillars. They can be fat, round and lazy but with a secret potential to do anything, to fly. The process towards that immense potential however, is extremely painful. It feels like the end of everything, almost like death. And in a sense it is, it is the... Read More

If you’re like me—by reading this you’re agreeing that you are—the vast majority of your time is consumed by the end of the world that is, as predicted by the Ancient Mayans, well-nigh upon us. You probably also have a bit of a tough time programming those pesky microwave ovens to heat the “Claim Jumper” meatloaf dinner that you picked up in the frozen food section of a gas-station/food-mart to the desired temperature. (High Fructose Corn Syrup and Preservatives, I love you).

But you and I (me and you) represent that segment of the population that hears the canary’s song and we know... Read More

As the little boys run

kites flying above their heads

above the trees

aiming for the clouds

yet missing terribly

they laugh and run

but not me

I am serious

focusing on the prize

the victory

the name

the honor

oh what it would feel like

to have everyone know me as a winner

second place means nothing

nothing compared to first

how I wish to get my father's attention

all I have to do is win

with my friend beside me

holding the line

I feel victory in my sweat

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The beauty of the blood-soaked jewelleryCannot distract the young couple on the travelatorFrom gazing into each other’s eyesLongingly.

Not even the screams of the ghostsWhose organs are burntIn front of their not-yet-dying eyesCan stop their passionate kissing.

It was a flicker of a dressA glimpseAnd an argumentThat sent them to never see each other again.

While the ravens, feasting on their ancestors storiesAre still waitingFor the return of the daysWhen warm flesh is servedWith every meal.

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One of the under-appreciated benefits of living in the natural world -- for example on a small, diverse farm -- is that you encounter death on a regular basis and become relatively comfortable with it. Those who live on top of the world, let's say the residents of a 10th-floor apartment where water comes in taps and food in plastic, more easily live in denial.

Now you may think that denial -- not thinking about it at all -- is more comfortable than familiarity, but that is not the case for the simple reason that death inevitably intrudes, and the sudden snap from denial to confrontation... Read More

The list of "titles" goes on and on. Literally everyday in New York, creative folks transplant themselves into our shoebox-shaped railroad apartments to begin their career in some sort of creative or performing art. Hope runs high and money often runs low. In many cases, in order to afford both the rent for their sublet and the dollar menu at Wendy's, they have to take some sort of temp or waitressing job to even make it here long enough before they eat through their savings like a bear in a shopping mall. I am one of those people. Thankfully I’ve lived in NY for what I consider "long enough"... Read More

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Musings Of A Poet

Agree Barb, throwing the baby out with the bath water 'aint the answer. Take care. :>)

Musings Of A Poet

I know Rigina, when it takes a week for legite comments to appear it is upsetting, and it is killing the site slowly. Surely there must be a better way to address the spammers and floggers. Also taking away ratings if you do not post in a period of...

Musings Of A Poet

ed i was one of the original complainers about people using this site to flog their stuff. Now legite comments don't show?


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