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173)

I never read my old journals,
or look back, or more to the point
after I hit the magic “send” button,
my aim is to let this go, or publish,
or send my thoughts elsewhere;
as if to take on an action
of letting go
or rid myself from the unwanted items
in my heart, or as a means
to release my sentiments that need to go
or stay, or as a means to claim my place
in this world, as I know it
or as I want to be seen;
I “put it out there,” as I have been told.

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162)

Let’s call this a toast
or call this something
or let me call this nothing else
but a reflection of my respect.
or let’s call it what it is
so we can leave it at that
and get on with it.

I raise my glass to those
or to them who remain unafraid
and I raise my glass to those
who remain untested
and to them, I say
may the tests from life be brief
but impactful.

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152)

We need to move
and at the same time
we need to pay attention
to the direction,
as in where do we want to go?
How do we want to get there?

Which way do we want to head first,
when do we want to start,
and what are we willing to do
to get where we want to be?

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148)

I go back to that saying
which I agree with
and to which I have heard
this often enough that I laugh
because I often forget,
and in my forgetfulness,
I argue with the irrationalities
which we both face
on a frequent basis.

The saying goes,
never in the history
of calming down
has anybody ever calmed down
simply by being told
to calm down.

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144)


The way I see it is –
you have to lose yourself
in something, otherwise,
you can lose yourself
to everything,
if you know what I mean.

I remember back
when my friend Mitch
once told me,
don’t play that movie out
in your head—and
he was right.

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