Posted on 24 May 2003 by DanielthePoet
some day your voice will mature having lived many more years having shed many more tears. you will know more about yourself. you will have earned the right to have something to say. when the days of testosterone madness and crazed manic proclamations have gone the way of the dodo… perhaps a small book could be squeezed from your veins. there’s a reason why God gave the elderly less energy wisdom doesn’t run after every hair-brained scheme less foolishness requires less energy sit and ponder awhile stop, rest from your doing and just be be who you are. no tinsel, no gawdy things to make you feel so special. sit in silence and know your God. having done this, awkwardly at first, then, if you truly commit, you will be ready to write.
written by Daniel DessingerÂ
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Posted on 24 May 2003 by DanielthePoet
my head is pounding left eyebrow pulsing with pain. the words i spoke in anger changed the world before my eyes. maybe it was just my heart, but either way i cannot move from this sofa. i cannot hope to succeed. i cannot say with confidence, “life will soon be good.” i can hope. and that is what i do. i can moan, and i do that too. it just doesn’t make sense that in all of this, all this bustling about, there is no more reason for making choice A versus choice B. than there is from choosing Coke or Dr. Pepper. it’s all a matter of advertising and influence. some say it is an issue of taste, but we know that they are the ones responsible for marketing the good life.
written by Daniel DessingerÂ
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