Month: March 2016

The Young Actuals

This is me; having realized that no matter how much of a writer, hippie, or bohemian I am, I am also a guy who enjoys success in business. After all, you wouldn’t want someone else to judge you through a single lens or label, so why do it to yourself. You are not this or…

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My Own Kind

I used to love a girl by the sea, Used to believe I was the sum of who I would be Now I’m wiser and understand the differences: Between boredom and loneliness, Fear and worry, Persona and personality For, dear boy, I am changing Coming to consciousness with all I was as a boy In…

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Poetry: The Jig is Up

I was born exiled from the past, To a weightless family name And with no ties to bind, I wonder from whence I came Why reproduce, I ask Why leave a child to the task? As if they had a plan in mind, For I certainly was not It’s as if they cared naught beyond…

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Poetry: A Bit More Away

I woke up rolling over my thoughts, Going back and forth, vexed and perplexed Thinking of old loves, Laughing and crying inside – Strange how one lives on, while the other has died Laughing how the first is now a re-al-tor And the second, well, she was my Katie Holmes And always, I hope my…

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