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n2dmystic Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 253beyond the doors of perception |
Growing up on the streets, one does what one must to get by. It ain't pretty, but it does give one perspective as one gets older. Life was tough, now it's just life. No judgement is the best way for me to view life, both yours and mine. Peace "I lived this way..." I said to stunned silence Speaking of lust and leisure and violence Walking disparaging avenues desperately wandering without any use Gettin' what I can from a man... or a kid, a woman, or your business Making my point, lacking uneasiness Instant gratification being never soon enough cuz' for the tough, the daily quest is rough Concealing grief in temporal pleasures unconcerned that the Universe takes its' measure Intimate, sensual, sexual, what's the difference The cost is what matters, is always the inference The measure of pain, by this child dispensed being directly proportional to that experienced Innocent of nothing, yet guilty of the same a victim, but not a casualty, in the main Skills are general from this perspective practical survival being the objective If I survive, I've gotta' whole lot going Though I'll never forget what all has been done Peace, Joe |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
I sincerely hope that we get to "hear" the rest of the stories... I believe you have a fan. Susan |
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n2dmystic Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 253beyond the doors of perception |
susan - you will. I wrote a seven pager about growing up alone in a family of seven kids. It's coming. and thank you so much for all of your kind remarks. hugs again Peace, Joe |
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