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Bullies

August 28, 2016

 

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Bullies are blind to
differences;
they see the tenderhearted
as targets, used
to relieve their sense of angry fear,
to release their fearful anger –
used as their addictive catharsis.

Bullies are blind,
in their spewing of bile,
to the bruises they inflict,
constantly telling themselves stories
to create and increase excuses
for stoking their blind angers.

Bullies are blind to
how they are led;
they swallow concocted poisons
about others they fear would replace them,
about others they hope to destroy –
attacking these targeted others.

Bullies are blinded and fearful.

Thoughts on Facebook

August 26, 2016

My thoughts and feelings about Facebook are always evolving.

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Currently I think of it as a kind of porch where I can relax and have “friends” drop in and chat. – http://joanvinallcox.ca/facebook-my-porch/ 

 

You Are Who You Are

August 25, 2016

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You are who you are
because of
and despite
your mother.

You are who you are
because of
life’s surprises
and how you felt them.

You are who you are
because of
what you have grasped
and avoided.

You are who you are.

Coffeeshop Conversation

August 20, 2016

Coffee cup

Air-conditioned coffee shop,
conversations bleeding into
silent tables,
voices speaking about conceptions
of God
or meditation

And addictions.
And relationships.

I want to interrupt
but don’t.

I wonder if I
arrived here
drawn
by those invisible connections

The Enlightenment
has denied me.

unprotected dreams

August 16, 2016


I have unprotected         dreams

late at night

with strangers

searching through my metaphors

to find the weapons

I’ve buried

and attack.

Before the Alarm

August 14, 2016
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Me & My MacBook

 

In the morning, I run words in my head,
To see if they fit together,
To see if they flow.

Sometimes I reach for my keyboard.

Time

August 12, 2016
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JoanMountain

Time Moves On

In youth we come through our bodies as explorers
Seeking and measuring
Astounded and disappointed
As we grow into ourselves.

In our long midlife, we travel our path
Forgetting and wandering
Sometimes grateful, mostly blindly seeking
The more we yearn for.

Now, our bodies re-astound us
Aching and refusing
Complaining and attacking
Reminding us of time.