Narrative

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Doing absolute zero endeavors

Doing absolute zero endeavors

Earlier today March 28th, 2025
(thee hour now fifteen minutes
after eight o'clock at night,...

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My Son Brian C Whitford

2/7/1977----6/26/2023. Bubba

My son,
My son,
I miss you.
I wish I could see you and hear all your war stories...

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A Gallery

Memories painted in my mind in oils and water colors
Some in youthful, happy colors, painted with...

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Angels Unaware

If I cared I would no longer be dangerous
If I mourned
I would know the reason for my grief...

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Moth Balls

Are you kidding me?

Literally breath of life is our air
The flowing invisible element we take so casually
The...

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The Christed ones

Me thinks dear Yorick
I am seduced with words today
The floodgates of consciousness got a...

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An Uncommon Prayer

If the days aren't sweet enough then remember how few of them are left
If the trifling things of...

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The weight of time

The weight of time

Time is a river, silent, swift,
A fleeting breath, a whispered gift.

It moves through...

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Life Moves On Undisturbed

Life Moves On Undisturbed

How comfort smothers and subdues us,
It’s fingers grasp tightly over our mouth,
And its arm...

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The Astral

Larking about, such words came to mind, in the absolute.
There are no crossfire's or antidotes to...

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Sailor of the Sea

Raucus, rolling laughter,
Like waves breaking
Surround the tiny room
Filled with smoke...

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AGITATION!

can't sleep, won't sleep!

AGITATION!

Agitation—Argh! The rage builds steep,
I can’t even dream, I’m deprived of sleep.

They pump...

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Listen, whether right or wrong

Pros and cons

23/03/2025
Listen, whether right or wrong

Life's cruel, relentless, it tests the soul,...

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Don't tar me with the...

We're not all the same

Don't tar me with the same brush....

22/03/2025
Don't tar with the same brush....

Not every man out there is the same...

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WHISPERS OF THE UNSEEN


I carve my pain in ink and ash,

where shadows dance and memories clash.

A ghostly...

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I eat (high-quality) human...

I eat (high-quality) human meat

Headless body, what a treat!
Decapitated crying meat!
The mistresses scurry, their dresses...

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A Sad Song.

A Sad Song.

A Sad Song.
Lee.

The fan churns humid, spent air, spreading the funk of heat, perfume and...