It is time, time to pray, oh Lord believe me when I say I love You! I have not lost fait in full sight which no man or woman can see. Lord take away my simple minded approach to Faith. Of Jesus, come to me as I sit unrelieved! Is there no mercy as I cannot shed a tear, unto ALL I would give some of my Things, or even all excepy this laptop, which I’m typing on for less money than it all amounts to dust, or less than dust for aftedr its usefulness ALL WILL BE GONE. I will be gone, and the divice which MAKES POESIE POSSIBLE. Yey in the undivided God of Pain is theare any solution or no? Which is worse to know that nothing isx possible, or to teach me that to bew free one muast die. Is that the end, to evey forget thaszat Jesus, oh Jesusssss take away my pain which is bound to thought, so just don’t think about it, listen to the beauty of Bach’s violine concerto, the second movement and like Billyy Pilgrim in Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse where we shALL AVOID THE FIRE BOMBS DESTROYING OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GERMAN CITIES, ah DRESDEN, WHERE SO MUCH BEAUTY BOMBED TO ASHES CRUMBLING WORSE THAN ATOMIC BOMB, AND THE STRATEGIC slaughter OF MILLIONS OF OUR usa PRESIDENT trump who knows nothing ow war, nothing of slaughter, as he sticks his little toe into the water of pain, or should I have instant pain instead of ,.via I yearn to Be free of Thought!!!
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I was a University and community college instructor before retiring. I also worked in fast food restaurants, and retail stores. I am an ordinary man writing for because I want to write and because my education prepared me to write; BA English lit, MA English, EdS higher education, and MFA creative writing, free verse poetry and essays. Blogs are an answer to high-priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to self-publish his first 1000 copies of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass because in 1855 poetry did not sell. Most poets make a living in other ways than writing. Wallace Stevens was an insurance executive, and TS Eliot was a banker. Many writers teach, and always there have been writers who have written because they needed to express their thoughts and feelings. They wrote not necessarily to make money but to express "the old universal truths of the human heart" according to Faulkner. Here I reach a wider audience I missed than by self-publishing, and I stand a better chance to reach a wider audience for less expense than self-publishing. I self-published my first books, Winter from Spring, and Meditations on Gratitude; poetry and photo books which were easier to self-publish than to seek a not to seek a publisher company. This blog allows me to write for an interested audience because I write poetry and personal essays. I write for a friendly audience and present to you a slice of my writing. Perhaps you will enjoy what you read. View more posts