Me and Dustin!
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I think, therefore I am.
Several Types of Logos
Hello, World!
Me and Dustin!
Welcome to my Blog…
Enjoy yourself, and thanks for stopping in.
I think, therefore I am.
Several Types of Logos
Hello, World!
All in Writer
“Only Dreams Imagination” was written because of a group of fellow writers, Soupers is what we call ourselves, at PoetrySoup.com. But not just them, per se, but humanity. I pray these things for everyone along with your needs. I hope you find delight in this poem. It’s who I am, it’s always been, who I am!
This poem is about depression, anxiety, and the ups and downs of the back-set in life, called mental illness. I was born with, hyperactivity disorder, and couldn’t control my behavior. This led to further implications within my life.
The enemy is on the rise. Every day they try to add new stipulations. One World Government/New World Order. The Antichrist is breathing down our necks as time draws near if we do not win the elections. Antifa, BLM, Luciferians, Illuminati. The mark of the beast shall be in there as well.
You want to talk about getting lost in your writing. Well, these words got me confused. Ha! I guess as a writer, anything is possible in this business. Written like a parable, I had stop and think just what I was writing about. Mind wandered here, and there. Not real sure I should be telling you, folks, this either. hahaha...
Enjoy my friends, not sure how many times I laughed at myself here?
The author here seems to be in a writers block. Is the author, caught in his crossfire in his mind. He struggles to find his muse. But, the writing of this poem, just may have broken the authors sway of his block. Click the link and come and read it for yourself how well he has versed this poem.
It was Thanksgiving Day, we had just finished dinner. The kids left the table and went to play with the toys they had found that morning under the tree. We took our own way in tradition, and since we had kids, we had always laid out toys and a set of pajama’s. The day was going fairly well, except for the fact, I seen him as an unwanted guest, but, it was my wife’s brother. I didn’t like the kid, he was 17 1 ⁄ 2 years old, didn’t mean I haven’t love him, but, I didn’t have to like him, at all.
This poem is written about the unstable perpetrators of innocence. it took me two years to write. This happened to my family and it traumatized me the most. I won’t let him win, but I am in self-conviction and cannot find forgiveness for me. It’s been 22 years, it is time to forgive myself. I’ve been writing a story about this tragedy and will be releasing it in the near future.
