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18 Mar 2023 1 minute read 0 comments The Virtual Idealist
Restless, like a caged bird, My heart beats, an unheard word. Thoughts racing, but going nowhere, A feeling of unease, hard to bear. My body is tired, but my mind won't rest, My spirit is yearning, to be at its best. A need to move, to break free, Fr...
18 Mar 2023 1 minute read 0 comments The Virtual Idealist
Crypto, crypto, what a thrill It's like a rollercoaster, but with dollar bills We buy and sell, we hodl and wait For the market to go up, to skyrocket and inflate One minute we're high, on top of the world The next, we're low, our wallets unfurled Bu...
18 Mar 2023 4 minute read 2 comments Diomedes
Love I wrote that I was placing my hopes and future in her but knew that this implied a loss of former hopes, including my plans to be a solitary, full-time writer (which it did). How fickle our lives were, like leaves in the wind. Then I noted, i...
18 Mar 2023 9 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
When Jonathan looked back at the priest he could see that the old man was hanging on his every word, and his eyes were full of water. He felt sorry for this poor servant of God, for whom the mere mention of a holy spring brought tears t...
18 Mar 2023 1 minute read 2 comments The Virtual Idealist
A night out on the town, With friends all around, A drink in my hand, The world at my command. The bar is alive, With laughter and cheers, A place to forget, All of our fears. The drinks keep flowing, The conversation's bright, With every sip taken,...
17 Mar 2023 1 minute read 4 comments The Virtual Idealist
Green is the color of the day, As we celebrate St. Patrick's way, A man of faith, love, and grace, His spirit still shines in this place. He came to Ireland long ago, To spread the word and let it grow, He preached of God and shared his light, And ba...
17 Mar 2023 4 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
Here's a piece out of my journal, when I first moved into Steve's and the week before Lindsay moved in: I don’t have the exact date, but towards the end of September I moved to Steve’s empty pad with a telephone call and spent the first days there...
17 Mar 2023 1 minute read 0 comments The Virtual Idealist
When the body is broken, and the spirit is weak Patience is the virtue we must seek The road to healing may be long and slow But with patience, we can let our wounds grow Like a flower pushing through the earth Healing takes time, for what i...
17 Mar 2023 5 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
Early next morning he was roused out of a dreamless sleep by the bells that called the temple priests to breakfast. As this day had been declared a day of celebration, there would be no morning service. The prayers would be integrated...
17 Mar 2023 6 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
Lindsey's brother Ally always reminded me of Charles Manson, same hair and beard, only smiling. Lindsey moves in. It was a mid-afternoon, as I recall, (it’s not in my journal, this unexpected tsunami) but it was totally unannounced, surprising and...
