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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Dear Anonymous

I've been on hiatus
For quite a long spell
Distraught by the latest
In life's harshly strewn cell
Passion has abandoned
The pen in my sheath
A poet unhanded
My heart skipped a beat
I fell off the earth
Looking for stars
And was left wondering
If I'd ever get far
Seemed that all I'd accomplished
Was nothing in fact
All that I'd built up
Was both charlatan and quack
That my substance and core
Devoid of appeasement
Surrendered once more
To sounds of "he isn't"
But something you've said
Oh blind friend, Anonymous
Has rattled my head
To question defeat ignominious
Perhaps you've just saved me
From a bland old existence
Reminded me poetically
That hope grants subsistence
So maybe I will listen
And once more ink the nib
Explore my inner vision
And write down what I've hid


  1. you write with much hope
    yet don't lose sight
    there will be a fight
    a mountian to climb
    yet the view from above is heavenly divine

    too often we fall
    only to know the joy of standing up
    too often we stumble
    only to see why it is we stood for so long
    for if we stand plainly forever
    the fight is forgone
    forgotten in the comforts that draw us away
    yet a moment of weakness
    a lapse in our strength
    in all we may need to restart on our way

    strong is the pen in you
    as yoda would say
    yet even luke chose his own way
    when told to join evil
    when told to destory it
    he ignored the "you musts"
    gave up the naysayers
    and followed his guts
    and became his own savior

    so though the path may draw long
    and the lights draw dim
    remember there is still a path
    and still there are lights
    for none can extinguish
    but all can ignite
    the light in the tunnel
    the path that leads home
    Run Home, Run Home
    for you will make it no doubt

  2. It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
    -Theodore Roosevelt

  3. Do not let your fire go out... Spark by irreplacable spark... in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish... in lonely frustraton for the life you deserved... but never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists, it is real. It is possible. It is yours.