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Tuesday, March 21, 2006 - 10:32pm

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Can it ever be a time, greater than now, that one seeks the truth in all things?

Can it ever be a time, more precious than later, that one fights to be free?

Can it ever be a time, needed more than then, that one never gives up what one loves?

Remember, time for all of us is more than a place marked on a calendar, it's a state of mind...

A state of remembering...

A state of being...

Forever trapped in our memories...

Something that cannot be stolen away...

Something that cannot be soiled by others...

Something that has more power than the whole world...

For all of us, this the mark of true being...

-- Bridget

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Tuesday, March 21, 2006 - 11:38pm

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I like it. And, in the spirit of the recent Coates-Newberry debacle, I'm going to comment on it.

Everyone you meet, everywhere, ...

-has loved something
-has lost something
-has feared something

This poem speaks to all 3 of these universal human dynamics -- and that's really, really, cool. I like how it places thinking agents at the center of their 'own' universe (depicting individual sovereignty). I like how it alludes to our psychological continuity. I like how it is personally empowering -- by being unashamed to imply that we create our own souls, our own lives.

Life isn't something that 'happens' to you,

Ed

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Wednesday, March 22, 2006 - 2:55am

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It reminds me of something I found a while ago, but I don't know who the author is:

I am someone
I walked past a dead face
even though the person was alive
I saw my eyes in the mirror
and cried at the sight
I looked at a person I didn't know
and I met a friend
I got heads to turn
when I walked past
I learned a lot about myself
when I lost a new friend
I cried every tear in my body
when I thought about love
I got hit bad
then got back in the ring
I climbed a mountain of rocks
and saw an eagle fly overhead
I heard terrible things about myself
when no one thought I was listening
I realized I was strong
when I didn¹t cry when it hurt
I found out who I was
when I was with someone else
I thought I was lost forever
when a friend found me
I held a life in my hand
and it was my own
I was a pawn in someone else's game
so I surrendered to a brook
I walked the fine line between surviving
and not wanting to survive
I still am
I am someone

A little poem of mine... No title yet....