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A million miles away Your signal in the distance To whom it may concern I think I lost my way Getting good at starting over Every time that I return

Learning to walk again I believe I've waited long enough Where do I begin? Learning to talk again Can't you see I've waited long enough? Where do I begin?

Do you remember the days? We built these paper mountains Then sat and watched them burn I think I found my place Can't you feel it growing stronger Little conquerors

Learning to walk again I believe I've waited long enough Where do I begin? Learning to talk again I believe I've waited long enough Where do I begin?

Now, For the very first time Don't you pay no mind Set me free, again To keep alive, a moment at a time That's still inside, a whisper to a riot The sacrifice, the knowing to survive The first decline, another state of mind I'm on my knees, I'm praying for a sign Forever, whenever, I never wanna die

I never wanna die I never wanna die I'm on my knees, I never wanna die I'm dancing on my grave I'm running through the fire Forever, whenever I never wanna die I never wanna leave I'll never say goodbye Forever, whenever Forever, whenever

Learning to walk again I believe I've waited long enough Where do I begin? Learning to talk again Can't you see I've waited long enough? Where do I begin?

Learning to walk again I believe I've waited long enough Learning to talk again Can't you see I've waited long enough?

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More sunsets because there isn't a quota for stunning on this blog.

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Sunset in Molokai. Reminding me that life is a fucking miracle.

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"We're all going to die — and poems can help us live with that."

“Poetry helps me want to be alive” 

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Poem inspired by palm trees in the wind

I keep thinking I should love life more

That I should be more grateful 

More peaceful...more happy. 

I wonder what I am supposed to be instead of this. 

I wonder if my existence is a disappointment to God. 

I have imagined a million moments that never manifested. 

I have dreamt infinite realities more fantastic and wonderful and worthy...

But I am just here. Being human. Making nothing, consuming all I can... 

Mostly still except the inevitable deterioration of my cells in reaction to the progression of time. 

I am an aging waste of potential, exactly as I have always feared. All that I feared deeply I have resurrected to become truth. 

I envy the small birds afoot, so simple and obvious in their nature, yet magnificent with their flight and their song. 

I hate this poem for its mediocrity and resent the decaying fingers that built it letter by letter. 

Life and then death with an extended dash of maintenance in between. 

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Spending time in solitude. Remembering how to "be".

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One of my favorite tracks of all time is Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. Here it is remixed by Gigamesh to make it a little dancier. 

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Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world

Miyamoto Musashi, from “Dokkōdō” or "The Way to Go Forth Alone”