Mask of Deceit

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Your smile must have been a mask,
that allowed you to deceive the unsuspecting.
As the cold steel cuts through my flesh,
I wonder if it was I, who handed you the sword?
So, stand there as I bleed,
and shame my imperfections.
Turn your back and fix your mask,
as my soul becomes untethered.
But, know this pain has freed me from my doubts,
that your blade was not already sharpened.

Journal Entry # 91 – False Friends!

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False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us when we cross into the shade. – 
Christian Nevell Bovee

The Hook

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Wonderwall plays the lazy afternoon.
Rack em’ before the crowd shows.
I can smell the night before from the Ashtrays.
Stained carpets, humming I got used to.
Friend by hello, fist by good-bye.
I know, you’re right.
This now, the last.
You are my best friend.
So, same time tomorrow.

Journal Entry # 90 – It’s the Little Things!

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It has long been a great axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. – Arthur Conan Doyle

Ashback # 4 – Bump, Volley…Spike!

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Yup, those were the days!!!

Afterschool practices and weekend tournaments were my only focus during this chapter of my life. Back when I hadn’t quite grown into my ears yet. Oh, how I miss the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. The clean-shaven, beer shirt wearing, non-look at the camera bunch of guys you see above were once my comrades in arms. For all of high school, I had the awesome opportunity to be a part of a team with these fine lads. Volleyball, basketball, hockey, you name it. We were good too, I’m not just saying that. It was just great chemistry I think, most likely because we all got along so well. Best of all, we got to share a bunch of really cool experiences together, being on the road was one of my favourite parts. It was a great time in my life for sure. When I look at the newspaper clipping now, I wonder what everybody is up to. It’s been forever since I have seen or spoken to most. I think this was 1994.

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My Redemption

how-to-find-yourself.jpeg My memory is all I have to adore you.

A broken heart still bleeding for attention.

Before the picture fades,

I pray for a lost connection.

My fault bears a cross,

though, it was never my intention.

Forgive this, my wordy plea,

and grant me redemption.

Journal Entry # 87 – And I Ran…

dsc_0329Because with a little fresh air as my fuel, I got to chase down this moment!!!
#RightNow #Living

Journey Entry # 86 – Be Happy!

typewriter“Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.” – Omar Khayyam

My Misery

images (4).jpgWhy can’t I smile and mean it anymore?
Is it because of my friend, dear Misery?
But, I’ve known her now, more than anyone of flesh.
She whispers constantly in my ear.
Of a promise…that if I go with her.
She’ll take my spirit and scatter it amongst the stars,
so I may no longer be alone, in this world of the forgotten.

Like a Dream!

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Your heart is like a dream. Once I awaken, everything disappears.