How scattered am I in thought
How blind am I with anticipation
How fortunate am I to command
That mouth bringing mountains to my door
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I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
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How scattered am I in thought
How blind am I with anticipation
How fortunate am I to command
That mouth bringing mountains to my door
…
Night rain on asphalt
Under the warm familiar roof
Friends talk over noise
I wonder what it feels like for the other kind
Both so close and so far from me
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Confused heart beats on
Waiting for the solitude
I don’t really want
Fading to nothing
The desire to disappear
Fulfilled upon sleep
Swordsmen still training
Sharp winter air cuts me while
Nothing is the same
we
kindred spirits
love in our hearts
so much
can almost describe
tastes
feels
in our empty mouths
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To paint love on their walls
Down those long hallways
Meandering through their mind
From yesterday to their future
I wish I could
For them, for all their kind warmth
I wish I knew how to do more
I wish I could do everything they need
I’ll have to settle for my presence
And occasional smiles
And when those fall
Yield in acceptance
That nothing lasts forever
January 9 – 13, 2025
I don’t understand people. I don’t always know why some things are ok but not other things. I get things wrong all the time that other people seem to just understand. Often I just don’t get it.
I can’t fix this ridiculous brain — I can only try to manage. But how do I manage this? I’m just going to keep making absolutely stupid mistakes. Others will keep wondering what the hell is wrong with me. It’ll happen again, and again, and again. I don’t know how to manage it.
Some nights after twilight settles
Evening fears creep into view
Rolling into the night under that cold moon
Usually to fade with the sunrise
But only after they haunt
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