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Tag Archives: Sought
Surviving the Ride
From Socrates to Rush’s Neil Pert to observance of every day life, we all learn one thing fairly early on, conform or be cast out. Surviving the Ride by Michael Romani Time and again, it’s the same story All sorts … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems, Uncategorized
Tagged Bust, Cast Out, Conform, Discern, Fingerprint, Functional Rules, Glory, Individuals, Innocent, Inside, Judge, Learn, Own Thought, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pretense, Questions, Ride, Rush, Sentence, Society, Socrates, Sought, Soul, Step Out of Line, Story, Survive, Think, Trouble, Trust
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Wishing The Maybe
Do you ever have moments where you stop and pause and think on things like maybe things might have been different or maybe this or that? I do. Those are the moments to be quiet and listen in. Trying to … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Balance, Borrow, Bought, Chess, City, Compassion, Consider, Could, Deliberate, Dragon, Eye, Family, Fool, Gift, God, Good, Hesitate, Hiding Seek, Late Night, Let It Be, Lines, Maybe, Moment, Morality Play, Nothing, Outcast, Photograph, Pity, Plain View, Pleasure, Poem, Poetry, Relive, Remembrance, Rule, Sky, Sleep, Society, Sought, Think, Throwaway, Tomorrow, Travesty, Treasure, Truth, Wish, Yesterday
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Broken
It is what it is… Broken by Michael Romani When to myself a danger I’m perhaps better as a stranger Love can be funny that way I have too many dragons to slay Fixed hard to this reality Beginning to … Continue reading
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Tagged Art, Believe, Broken, Capable, Child, Conceive, Conception, Connection, Courage, Danger, Deception, Doubt, Dragons, Dream, Eternity, Eventuality, Fly, Free, Greed, Imperfection, Key, Know, Love, Man, Photograph, Play, Poem, Poetry, Pray, Puzzle, Real, Reality, Reveal, Self-Perception, Sought, Spoken, Stranger, Wisdom, Wish
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Daily Prompt – Angel
Somewhere in the eternal an angel silently shrieks There in the infinite loss of which we seldom speak The horror of it all is probably worse than thought When we’ve forgotten what really should be sought I’ll hold you close … Continue reading


