A Note

This blog started as a weekly email that went out to my friends and family.  I lost a few of them when it transitioned from an email to a blog.  For that reason I was hesitant to make the switch, but glad that I did.  The lost will find their way back to the words.  I frequently check the blog stats and become happy when I see my experiments being viewed across the states and internationally (USA, Canada, China, Japan, Denmark, Germany, Latvia, Russia, and Botswana).  Big shout out to The Collection S blog readers and Sean Linal for leaving comments.  I see you and thanks for the support.

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the sound of it rings from ear to ear
liquid psychedelics float in the air
prophets holler as the scribe declares to cut it short
life listens to patterns of typed keys
words try to find meaning of themselves
old memories of video games describe the current situation
fiction depictions of non-fiction dance on screen
it reminds the soldier of what's he's leaving
but also of where he's going
the meaning is lost in the title.

untitled

time spent
at places
with people
observing things
brings a wealth of knowledge
a better understanding
of how life works
how things get done
undone
break
operate.
i came to this earth
knowing nothing
i go where life leads me
when lost
i stop
look around with all five
grains of information pours in
so one day
i may make sense of a fraction of it.