PUTRID'S FOLLY

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JOURNAL #34

just not to puke

that is my 'Putrid s Folly '

though sick as a skunk while sky diving

as I was

my goal could have not been more

melancholy

remnants of a past imperfect

stared me down to the old dirt

caking the feet of my soul

challenge crawled to wave me in

the path of apathy

laved by a former ideal

myth is only as bold as

the lies told upon it

the elixir

sweet truth

achieved

through channels of grace

cleansed by

misfortune's fire

it is there in the dust of

what has been

that the crossroads make

themselves more formidably

host visible.................

(Dec. 9, 2008 142am)








Author's Notes/Comments: 

how sometimes in the greatest pain and or tragedy that is when a road or door is revealed to us so we can move on to our next phase in this life.

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