A lyrical mirage in a number of ways. As I get older, my dependence on force of habit to get me thought most actions and projects is starting to show its weakness. Simple routines are no interrupted by a ‘memory misdirect’. I am thinking about picking up my tea cup, but instead I pick up the jar of honey next to it. I started calling these events ‘miss-fires’. They are harmless now, but I imagine it could wind up serious one day.
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Have you ever broken a bone?
None that I am willing to admit to, and you can’t prove it……
Are you a leader or a follower?
If there is no leader, I will lead.
If there is a good plan I can be a follower.
From the other side of a break-up, nothing seems to make sense. The first question is, ‘why’, but it is only the beginning no matter what the answer was. One day you are thinking you have this life in the bag, but as soon as they leave you, you won’t have time to fasten your seat belt.
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Just another day bouncing ideas inside the mind of a person with split personality disorder. Progress by committee.
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I stole the main idea from my older brother David. After his 2nd stroke and 3rd seizure, he would often lament on how smart, strong and independent he used to be. He would say he always though he was a man of steel, but he just turned into a bucket of rust. We are all one fall, car accident or stroke away from having our entire lives turned around in a minute. None of us are prepared.
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Do you ever feel like you are creating your own problems and challenges? Like things might actually get better if you just stop trying and got out of the way? Now rush a year’s worth of those experiences into one really BAD day.
Often you won’t have a solution or even a clue. To find your way back, it takes two.
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While not written from personal experience, the tragic loss and seemingly endless rush of memories becomes contagious. Unfortunately, we feel the duty to carry the burden of pain. We collect our own sadness and take it with us wherever we go. Sometimes, it is more painful to let go.
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While not written from personal experience, the tragic loss and seemingly endless rush of memories becomes contagious. Unfortunately, we feel the duty to carry the burden of pain. We collect our own sadness and take it with us wherever we go. Sometimes, it is more painful to let go.
MIDIMike
I offered you all I am
As you demanded the bigger half
I tried to keep them together, but cried until I could not laugh.
We own no jewels or treasures
Beyond the memories we made.
Loving life and nature’s pleasures, but soon even those will fade.
Brilliant colors turn to gray
Precious moments gone.
It all grows now in anger, tormenting everyday.
Hard, still to believe
Please and a simple thank you
Became words you could not say, another way to deceive.
I’ve spent half my life
Fixing my mistakes,
And half of it living yours.
Evidently I don’t know
What it really takes
To heal the open sores.
Brilliant colors turn to gray
Precious moments gone.
Now they grow in anger
Tormenting everyday.
What I have left
Is half of nothing.
Neither yours nor mine.
Years of hard work
And nights in disagreement
Didn’t help the bottom line.
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