Old Prose

Original Works:

My Five Unholy Maxims:

I will develop myself to the maximum of my potential in all ways.

I will forget the mistakes of the past and press on to greater achievements.

I will look for the good in all people and make them feel worthwhile.

I will be as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own.

I will remain highly goal-oriented throughout my life because that positive attitude helps my family, my country and myself.

(2013)

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Five Years Change:

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Decide in your heart of hearts what really excites and challenges you, start moving your life in that direction -Feb2014

So remember,

. . .every decision you make, from what you eat to what you do with your time tonight turns you into who you are tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. -Feb2014

But don’t forget,

Look at who you want to be and start sculpting yourself into that person.

You may not get exactly where you thought you’d be, but you’ll end up doing things that suit you in a profession you believe in. -Jan2014

Don’t let life randomly kick you into being the person you didn’t want to become. -Jan2014

This remains to say:

I don’t want to create bullied and broken human beings with the same self hatred and fear that characterizes my own life. -Dec2013

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March 2017

I hate the life i’ve trapped myself inside

Day to day routines

doing things that bore me

My family and friends

Content to sit and stagnate

Doing nothing

But to them

“At least we are together”

I hate the way they claim to love me

While slowly stifling

Everything I used to love about me.

I’m burning with desire to do

And speak

And say

But day to day it further fades.

The time I spend in droll pursuit

Pretending to be happy

Time with friends and games and laughs

Are really to distract me

When i’m alone

When I think

I see this sad life clearly

But I have trapped myself inside

with debt, contract and promise

My life that is no longer mine

Is given to the numbness and the boring. . .

What the fuck am I doing?

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I can be who I am not, and I am that which I should not be.

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I am enigma

As friendly violence pleases

Yet gentle my heart

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Exist

Cold, Dark

Each new day

A hard new fight

Then endurance flickers

Escape

Short, sweet

No more days

No pain, no more

Then duality ensues

Conflict

Stay, Go

Who to hurt

What is one life

Same conclusion taken

Remain

Pain, Love

Each new day

A hard new fight

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The brave are always free, for they fear not the future

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She was the gale in my storm stressed sails, and the prevailing calm, when I needed wind. - 2014

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There are three things left for me to enjoy in life,

Coffee, spicy food, and Intelligent conversation.

And my wife hates two of those. . . -2014

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