Only that. In verse. No long paragraphs and no conventional structure. What’s tattooed on both forearms?? VERSE. No prose. So… Here I fly, new throws, boat rowed. 15:39 and needed new modes. From the stage, the theatre that for some reason refuses to halt, or breathe, so that needs to be me— Survivalist, my attention…
Tag: poetry
10-2-25
In office. 09:51. Quiet. Meeting with VP at 11:00. Running today without any excuses or delays, or no-show from me on pavement. Running today, no doubt. 5k to 5 miles, somewhere in there. Going slow. Distance is the goal so just telling myself, “FIVE MILES, you’re doing five miles.” 10:44, meeting in a bit, no…
9-30-25
Booked event for sales team, for next month. Now back to scribbling ideas on Key Behaviors Project, and the ‘Assessment Hub’, as I call it. Peaceful day, listening to a LoFi playlist meant for studying, and focus. It called for rain, but now…. Wanting another latte, with the disappointment of no rain. Might treat the…
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“So alive and electric and fearless today, babe…” I just wrote the Nurse. And I am. Can’t hold it in place, can’t bottle it. Maybe it’s the coffee, maybe it’s simply being here, present, anchored in this shifting routine I’ve carved out inside ’50—what we call this building. 1:36 PM. So quiet it feels staged,…
In office a little late but I’m catching up. Meetings all day.
Singularizing, simplifying. Thinking of my brother Chris’ stories and explanations of how he built his business. The cowering space, the cafe, and other. I see what I’m doing wrong. Or maybe not wrong, but what I could improve. Again, simplifying. Lunch comes and goes, and I’m standing at the desk with two of my three…
Back from a day long and stuffed with baseball hours. Kids relaxing, me as well. Deserved, so well-deserved.
How I am with myself, the inward scribbles and talk, how it forms and the resulting tangibles. Wish I could spend the day tomorrow in content production mode, but no. Office. Meetings. And more meetings. All the internet talk. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but this Professor Mikey drawing board is electric and…
Writing this morning and new mind about me. Being a champion, fighter, just accepting the visions I have as real.
Traveling the world with the Nurse, writing a book in this condo and keeping this condo as just that – a Windsor Writing Station. Much the same the new train station down the street has become realize by Windsor’s town. 9:24 AM… kids playing outside, me shredding some papers as I more and more hate…
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Repeat, repeat…. The day’s call.
Getting ready for class. Different approach today. How I present the topics and notes, ideas to the Trainee.
Hoping it works, but it can only work. Not giving myself any other option. Everything from this Sales Training journal and some quick types I put to screen just as I got back from the coffee date with Nurse. 8:24 AM…. Not slowing, not doubting SELF. No need for that, at all. —>—>—> 2:26 PM,…
9-25-25 Office, quiet. Traffic on the way to work, took over two fucking hours to get here. Was mood-molded by it, but no longer. Nothing I can do. What can I help and control? My attitude. Meeting at 11 with VP. Not much to go over as he stopped by my desk yesterday and I…
Class done early. Student has his assignments and attachments. Not worried about this chap at all. If anything I’ve learned from him. That’s the truth.
Much more awake, credit to the coffee. Already planning for next meeting so there is no discrepancy with time. More notes taken, Attitude and Activity-honed. Should follow my own training. Manifesting yes, but more so ordering a reality to reality. A sought stage, what I deserve…. Writing after talking with my brother Chris last night…
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12:34 Teaching day. I’m off a bit, feeling not entirely as myself. Did I not get enough sleep? More coffee… Not sure how I’m going to navigate the remainder of the class, and day. Don’t think too much about it, or worry. I’m just overthinking, that’s what it is. Lunch delivered to office, but I…
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