I search for synonyms,
Little words,
Of bold expression,
To define my existence
Manufactured phrases,
Simple tales or fables,
To justify my presence,
Or being at this moment
An antonym maybe,
A mirror of opposites,
To defend what I am not,
Or possibly will become
Where are the rhymes,
Sonnets that describe,
This solitude,
That bears against me
An endless search,
Of finding terms,
Simple statements,
To clarify a determined reality
As the journey unfolds,
Growing gray and cold,
The path narrows,
Towards completion
A slogan won’t save me,
Nor a witty retort,
Or some mantra,
Ancient and worn
I search for synonyms,
A word or phrase,
That means exactly,
Or nearly, the same
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About ends and beginnings blog
I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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Thank you!
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Me too. Have a good weekend.
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Thanks LPB. I hope you do as well.
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Profound again.
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