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The Norm Dorm: Just Thinking-Contemplating
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010. Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window. No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held. For awhile. Some dove somewhere. Been on probation most of my life. And. The rest of my life been condemned. So these moments. Count for a lot- peace, you know. Let the bucket of memory down into the well,. Bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one. Stirring, no plans. Just being there. This is what the whole thing is about. Waking up on that crisp, cool morning. I opened my front door.
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The Norm Dorm: April 2010
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010. I look around at my surroundings. Walking through campus,. And the trees are swaying. I get to my first destination. Sitting there on that cold,. I am waiting for warmth and shelter. As my second destination approaches,. I see a struggling old man to my right,. Now sitting with me on the bench. Traveling with this man,. We're headed toward destination number three. Awkward silence is broken,. When the man says, "Hello.". I respond with the same remark. Finally at the last stop,.
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The Norm Dorm: One Day
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010. Sometimes I lay under the moon. And I thank God I'm breathin'. Then I pray don't take me soon'. Cause I am here for a reason. Sometimes in my tears I drown. But I never let it get me down. So when negativity surrounds. I know someday it'll all turn around because. All my life I been waitin' for. I been prayin' for, for the people to say. That we don't want to fight no more. They'll be no more wars. And our children will play, one day. It's not about win or lose 'cause we all lose.
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The Norm Dorm: Alone
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Thursday, March 18, 2010. He feels empty with the life that surrounds him,. Tossing and turning endlessly. Trapped in a world he wants to be a utopia,. But it's everything besides that. The man feels headless,. Because he doesn't know what to think. He views himself dead on the inside and out,. Looking for a way to escape his problems. As the washer goes round and round,. It wears and washes down his emotions. Spinning and spinning,. Without any sign of stopping. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Norm Dorm
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Monday, March 15, 2010. Why do painters enjoy the thrill of paint? I miss the Tuesday nights, hanging out with my father. I'm not going to give up what I want, I'll stay strong. My feelings and my thoughts are read on this paper. As the sun rises, I love the sight of that sky.blue. When we talk, I hear your voice like music. Your voice symbolizes each sound, like notes of music. How do you ruin a perfectly clean canvas? I love looking into your eyes, and all I can see is blue. I'm empty on the inside, an...
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The Norm Dorm: February 2010
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Friday, February 26, 2010. Sitting on the white stone fence,. The presence of two others that she loves is captured. The warm spring breeze is noticed,. As the palm trees sway in the background. Her hair messy and in her face,. Looking into the picture squinting,. As the sun blinds her vision. Her brother, now gone,. Looking away from the old Kodak camera. His memory lives on. On an April 1969 afternoon,. She's living in the moment,. Without a clue of what her life will turn out to be. Such a relaxed,.
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The Norm Dorm: Bus Four
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010. I look around at my surroundings. Walking through campus,. And the trees are swaying. I get to my first destination. Sitting there on that cold,. I am waiting for warmth and shelter. As my second destination approaches,. I see a struggling old man to my right,. Now sitting with me on the bench. Traveling with this man,. We're headed toward destination number three. Awkward silence is broken,. When the man says, "Hello.". I respond with the same remark. Finally at the last stop,.
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The Norm Dorm: May 2010
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010. Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window. No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held. For awhile. Some dove somewhere. Been on probation most of my life. And. The rest of my life been condemned. So these moments. Count for a lot- peace, you know. Let the bucket of memory down into the well,. Bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one. Stirring, no plans. Just being there. This is what the whole thing is about. Waking up on that crisp, cool morning. I opened my front door.
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The Norm Dorm: Priorities
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010. About what's going to happen next. What we do now. In the present,. Determines our future;. I'm sick of me,. What's it for anyway? I'm trying to lift the world. For you with my shoulders,. But it won't budge. Why should I make you. A priority in my life,. When I'm just an option in yours? Am I wasting my time? Only you and God know. The same ol' me. Would wait for you,. Until you make up your mind. I won't do that. Still the same ol' guy,. With the same ol' personality.
