I once wrote ok stuff...

[justnalias 0]

And for some reason I just felt like putting this down and thought it would be nice to share it...

A Handful of Weeds

I once was a poet...

What happened?...life, love, the world...
in all its pain it spreads. When we are young,
we view ourselves as a gift. Prepared to
strike with wonder to all those who come
across our paths. Giving what we have and
lacking discretion.

Able to provide with focus, course, and diligence.
Energy influences those around us to be influenced in
only the most positive of lights. Then something
happens; crushing and suppressing. Others have
learned to take more than they give. And life,
then becomes a search for this innocence which
has been left behind.

A clandestine effort to obtain what, individually,
we believe is right and righteous. To maintain
ourselves, we search alone in something that
can often be referred to as spirituality. It is this
innocence with which we are all truly obsessed.
Deep down and sometimes just alone, the strong cry;
on the surface and in the open do the weak,
the takers, scavengers, and the selfish.

A blessed effort is that of a human being who
views the world and contemplates a prettier picture.
Something from nothing but the pain inside.
Dig deep beyond the disappointment and gather
the colors. Some weeds, you know, are purple and
yellow. Take the dark and light shades which
stir inside. Create a palette and mix away. Find
a canvas and spread as best you can.

People will come to see it and you will have shared
your colors. Do not look back at the awe of others
upon your canvas. Both, takers and givers will
come to appreciate. Please, move on, paint a new
one if you can. The most giving will come see it
again and perhaps express thanks. Appreciation
is the raise in value of your doing as others
perceive - not an appreciation of the well of giving
which I began this about.

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I once went out on a warm summer day when I was about eight and picked a handful of weeds that happened to be subtlety purple on their tips....then brought them home to my mom. She put them on the kitchen table for about a week. A handful of weeds; I am obsessed with being this innocent again.

[skymama 37]

You should let your identity be known. From your other posts, no one would ever think that you could be this deep. Nice to know.

She is Da Man, and you better not mess with Da Man,
because she will lay some keepdown on you faster than, well, really fast. ~Billvon

[JohnMitchell 16]

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You should let your identity be known. From your other posts, no one would ever think that you could be this deep. Nice to know.

All he left was this silver bullet.

[justnalias 0]

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From your other posts, no one would ever think that you could be this deep.

lol...what you suggested, dear moderator, is to do something ironically precluded by the passage. it is nice that you are making the suggestion.

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