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- When The Flowers Died
  
  Posted at 7:04 pm by a quiet man, on April 15, 2019
  Always the birds, waking a restless soul,
  
  this morning, their resonate voices scold
  
  my broken heart, tossed aside, helpless,
  
  I listened for awhile, cries were seamless.
  
  Inside the mind we travel in abandon
  
  sometimes a preoccupied pattern
  
  of dismissal, denial, misbegotten fortune
  
  when waiting patient in some setting sun.
  
  A historic fire* occurred today, our world
  
  shattered by the reality of dreams unfurled.
  
  There would be tears in the embers
  
  shattering the lives of nearby flowers.
  
  Have faith in the goodness of our lives
  
  There is where beauty in time still thrives
  
  *Notre Dame – 4/15/2019
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- 60
  
  Posted at 4:56 am by a quiet man, on March 24, 2019
  I will be 60 soon, It is ironic that I have lived this long. I have never known true happiness except in parts of my life. I recently knew love. Now all I focus upon is the happiness of others.
  
  I recently came to terms with my life. A couple of months ago I came close to death. I managed my meds wrong, and they could very well have been the end of me. I found it frightening, but more so fascinating. I have been suicidal since I was twelve years old. So this happiness thing has kept me alive. It upsets me that I have let nearly fifty years rule my preoccupation with not wishing to live. I have not come to terms with the mistake of my medical needs. More engaging is my having found a way.
  
  In my life I help people. I care passionately about those I am close to, though not always the ones I ought to, more likely the persons I am or have found happiness. Though that foil is misery, I still hold onto hope.
  
  I once held myself to a moment of dropping my life into a river off a high bridge. All I had to do was unclasp my fingers. I have regrets about that day. I wonder today, four decades later what my life would be like on the other side.
  
  Good night moon, you are a lovely reality.
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- Pain
  
  Posted at 10:19 am by a quiet man, on March 23, 2019
  wake to misery
  
  an unbearable fury
  
  the end, please hurry
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- My Only Haiku
  
  Posted at 11:11 pm by a quiet man, on January 20, 2019
  One time I was loved
  
  I felt her in spring in arms
  
  she soon found my eyes
  
  ~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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  Posted in Human | 0 Comments | Tagged cello, death, exhaustion, lonely, love, mental health, plan, poetry, real, time, when
- When We Imagine Death
  
  Posted at 11:05 pm by a quiet man, on January 20, 2019
  Oh we fantasize,
  
  the quiet, the sleep, the no longer
  
  active duty
  
  of being on the same page
  
  When we imagine,
  
  we often paint a pretty picture
  
  because in our mind
  
  anything is better than this,
  
  we have forgotten everything.
  
  When we allow ourselves
  
  to go into the murky waters of
  
  self-destruction,
  
  we purposely ignore
  
  the beauty around us.
  
  I wonder why it is
  
  that when I would rather be
  
  asleep,
  
  i do forget the beautiful faces
  
  surround me every day
  
  I suppose it is because
  
  they are beautiful aren’t they
  
  and yet,
  
  their soul, their heart,
  
  that passionate embrace
  
  That piece of their lives
  
  is meant for someone else,
  
  and mine,
  
  my mystique my muse my lover
  
  is beyond my reach
  
  So then I believe
  
  that is what it is
  
  the final response
  
  to knowing we cannot achieve
  
  the peace we know,
  
  So instead we imagine death,
  
  for in its absolute,
  
  we can now begin to relax
  
  stop trying to reach …
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  Posted in Human | 0 Comments | Tagged alone, death, games, help, medical, mental health, no games, sadness, suicide, tears, truth
- Stepping In Front of Buses
  
  Posted at 10:42 pm by a quiet man, on January 12, 2019
  It happens,
  
  people don’t plan it,
  
  don’t even imagine
  
  the possibility
  
  of being hit by a bus.
  
  Think about the metaphor
  
  a train, a subway, an 18 wheeler
  
  each one a massive
  
  expedition of extreme power,
  
  capable of changing lives.
  
  can you visualize an instant
  
  when suddenly everything
  
  you believed just a second before
  
  changed
  
  dramatically with no altering solution.
  
  she, he, they, all of them together
  
  stepped in front of the bus
  
  bodies tossed
  
  with little regard for landing,
  
  only the reality of lifeless endings
  
  I remember when I was a kid
  
  her name was Mary,
  
  apparently with her dogs
  
  both of them lost as well,
  
  she caught between two trains
  
  We all grieve those we love
  
  we need to realize their moments
  
  of love and endearment
  
  are meant as signature compliments
  
  to their lives being a part of our own.
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  Posted in Human | 0 Comments | Tagged Buses, death, Forever, life itself, love, metaphor, Subways, Trains
- This Being The Year
  
  Posted at 10:28 pm by a quiet man, on January 6, 2019
  my decision made,
  
  I went many years
  
  living this
  
  imagining this
  
  something that never became
  
  I met you
  
  I realized truth
  
  I went through hell one time
  
  I swore I never would again
  
  now here we see
  
  this is our destiny
  
  Leaving again she said
  
  listen to the winds
  
  they are meant to be …
  
  I cannot agree
  
  the selfish part of me
  
  gave myself
  
  now I am alone
  
  The winds of change
  
  were not meant for you and me
  
  The winds of change mean
  
  stay this one together …
  
  this being the year
  
  ~ I’ve found my way ~
  
  goodbye my love
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- Was This The Plan
  
  Posted at 1:53 pm by a quiet man, on December 28, 2018
  Hurt the other
  
  so the pain
  
  might buffer the wane
  
  that wonder of
  
  why, how, when
  
  whatever it might be
  
  a necessary end
  
  between two evils
  
  meant to accentuate
  
  beauty
  
  for in elegance
  
  in love
  
  indeed that sweet resonate caress
  
  is often found
  
  the agony
  
  we do wish to move beyond
  
  … and we did that without a finish …
  
  doors open to reveal this our illusion
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- Is This Scary or Poetry
  
  Posted at 12:50 am by a quiet man, on December 27, 2018
  I would like to off myself,
  
  be a folk hero,
  
  you know
  
  that person they talk about
  
  around the festive holiday,
  
  old gramps ignores the dialogue,
  
  ‘tell me about his brother’
  
  they would say,
  
  and dad would then purse his lips
  
  and speak of some seedy hotel in Florida,
  
  he never named the city,
  
  because then that would make the city
  
  more real and attainable
  
  then an entire state
  
  filled with city hotels,
  
  seedy ones you know.
  
  They found him,
  
  dead on the mattress,
  
  no romantic ending
  
  just a couple of bottles or rye
  
  no note
  
  no pajamas
  
  the bedding hadn’t even been turned
  
  his body spread eagled,
  
  one bottle laying in the corner
  
  the other looked methodically
  
  dropped out of his passed out hand.
  
  I suppose the coroner
  
  would have looked him in the eye
  
  and said something like
  
  “i’never seen a more peaceful looking corpse”
  
  he’d found his end,
  
  the battle won
  
  a seedy hotel in Florida,
  
  wearing khaki’s and a white t-shirt
  
  not exactly dressed for the beach.
  
  of course this was locked inside the mainland,
  
  the ocean miles away, would have just made waves.
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- Two Lives
  
  Posted at 10:09 pm by a quiet man, on October 18, 2018
  I wrote this as a tribute to two young women lost in a horrible traffic accident in my community. I am not normally conspiratorial however I drove to the site and it raised questions. Our society scares me when two beautiful young women are lost to confusing tragedy.
  
  ~just finding my way, a personal journey~
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Posted at 7:04 pm by a quiet man, on April 15, 2019

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Posted at 11:11 pm by a quiet man, on January 20, 2019

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Posted at 10:42 pm by a quiet man, on January 12, 2019

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