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Thursday, June 3, 2010

life at this moment

Dragging a life..with a very thin rope.. at times it lags behind .. it snags on patches of hope parallel to the opposite of what would be good... these kind of feelings can... and will make it .. in time misunderstood...... dragging behind... incorrectly..misinterpreted uncontrolled..archaic...ungovernnable..that could affect us all... worn out..seems as though it's time....... .........time ... to hear the call. sometimes it jumps up on a hill of an optimistic scope.... it seems harder some times because of what I see in the day.. harming...destroying the visions of that hope.... there is no hope for changes..I believe that what is here ...is here to stay... some times when I get up... in a very beautiful day.. flowing in lovingly goodness of what I had to say... .................say to the ones .. important that day. I know the way it is, because of when I think of you... it's done to start the day ...........your image is a mission happens every day.....for me to start the day dragging a long life.... the hardship of a sustainable .. a long an hard pull.. to make it work for you... and for me.... sometimes for all to wonder.....what I have been.... what is left for you... and for the finish product that you see... is like feeling good when you haven't won the game... maintaining...excepting..-.. the embrace of others just to be the same fooling what you feel within you... degrading the injuries that can... and will be the intent to be the same.. at times I feel like crying....but no tears are there.. no ........there is no .one to erase the hurt.. no one could bee....or be... In the place of the every day struggle to tow the life... a life that is becoming more.. more a drag.. sometimes I feel it right behind my heel...scream.... is what I want to do.....scream is what I feel.. It got so close to me because it reached a winning streak.. maybe I did not hurt that day.... maybe I did not bleed...only to find another way to cry .. reach a scratch of a bloody patch... have to work to make it stop..........before it it gets to be ENCOUNTERED. encountered with something worse to come... like a blind spot on a story .. a story that hasn't happened yet.. a towing life is an accoutered song.. a fading which is wrong. a fading all it's own. all it's very own.

1 comment:

  1. Yesterday I did not correct my spelling, (Sorry about that) sometimes my hands get ahead of my brain.
    I wrote this, thinking of the people that I deal with on a daily basis, the people coming back from, these so called wars, are really worse off then most of us can even imagine.

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