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Taking a day out

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How to get things done GTD. Quick Tips and Tricks. Taking a day out. Many people forget how routine their lives are. While this is especially true for those, like me, who have a regular 9-5 job, freelancers often get into their own routines, even while being less constrained by hours and location. My rules for taking a day out include:. I go to a different neighborhood. Rather than going to the same comfortable cafes and coffeeshops, I visit a different neighborhood or small town. If I’ve v...I take extr...

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JADED DREAMER: Poets

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I seek serenity, but my walls won't crumble. Sunday, July 15, 2012. I sat with some poets today. Their words i was hearing, munching. I swished them around like a fine wine. Tasting their sweet poetry,. Like vintage cabernet, smokey and fine. I see the poets, the signs are there. Dreamers alike, survivors all. Their war of words they've had their fill. I see the young and the old. It's all a catchers game. A poet is a poet. Not merely a man of rhyme. A poet is a poet. With words on their minds.

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JADED DREAMER: pain to pleasure....???

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I seek serenity, but my walls won't crumble. Saturday, August 8, 2009. Did her pain turn into a positive pleasure? Through years of trauma, drugs, pain, shelters, rehabs and psych units. She was buried within the dirt of society. The ruins of humanity entangled her in its web, with the black widow about to. make it all end. The dirt that surrounded her, the drugs that controlled her, the pain, the guilt, the shame. that made her feel so at home and entrapped her mind. that there was her comfort. She is l...

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JADED DREAMER: Foxhole Prayers, part 2

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I seek serenity, but my walls won't crumble. Tuesday, April 6, 2010. Foxhole Prayers, part 2. The sound of the key turning in the front door. Listening, are you sure? False alarm, it was something else. Your mind working overtime. With your racing heartbeat as the soundtrack. For once that key turns,. The ocean divide has provided the passport. Of the true emotions,. That have been lying dormant. Posted by Found and Lost Soul: JD. April 7, 2010 at 1:18 AM. Full of emotion this one. Oh F and L soul.

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JADED DREAMER: Sending you Strength

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I seek serenity, but my walls won't crumble. Saturday, July 14, 2012. From all of us here. To help you get through. Your family is buried. A community is praying for you. We will help you survive. Dr Lynn Migdal's 2 daughter's and ex-husband are buried in their home in B.C. which was wiped away during the landslide on Thursday. The rescue mission has been stopped due to the weather conditions. There are no signs of the 3 people inside who were having breakfast at that time. Found and Lost Soul: JD.

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JADED DREAMER: Seconds of Life.

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I seek serenity, but my walls won't crumble. Sunday, May 9, 2010. So much to say. Echoes, echoes, echoes. Days of saint patrick. Days of new year. Days of martin luther king. So much, so much. As i try to make sense. Of the minutes,. That make up my life. Posted by Found and Lost Soul: JD. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Found and Lost Soul: JD. View my complete profile. Subscribe To JADED DREAMER. Try to Remember That There is Kindness in The World. Rose DesRochers - Ramblings of a Mad Writer.

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JADED DREAMER: suicide by you

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I seek serenity, but my walls won't crumble. Sunday, April 5, 2009. Come, come, come -. To a grinding halt. To make it stop. My friend is dead. Pleas falling on deaf ears. How, how, why. Motive, desire, need. Love, abandoned on the side of the road. Cruel laughter echoing in the distance. As he glides farther and farther away. He took his own life. To rest in peace. Posted by Found and Lost Soul: JD. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Found and Lost Soul: JD. View my complete profile.

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JADED DREAMER: The Battle

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I seek serenity, but my walls won't crumble. Sunday, July 26, 2009. Was supposed to cease. Was the guaranteed end. Where is she now? Ahhh, a safe warm world. Yet, her insides rattle. The truth cannot escape. The filth of youth. The rampage of horror. The facade of Gap,. Benetton and Saks,. Brooks Brothers and Dolce Gabbana. Art of Andy Warhol and Peter Maxx. Glorious days of oblivion. Glorious escape of veracity. Posted by Found and Lost Soul: JD. July 26, 2009 at 2:30 AM. I am here today healthy! Very p...

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JADED DREAMER: I Dream in Color [Part I: Shades of Thunder]

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I seek serenity, but my walls won't crumble. Tuesday, March 20, 2012. I Dream in Color [Part I: Shades of Thunder]. I dream in color. I dream in man. I dream in ocean. I dream in hell. My years fade away. Still haunted by my past. I see the generation behind me. Barely surviving, will they last. The past haunts me. Stay away, head in the sand. Yet abandon them I can't. Escaping from what was my reality. They are there now, lost; fending evil - no helping hand. The future scares me. The children need me.

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JADED DREAMER: I Dream in Color Part III (The Color of Ice)

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I seek serenity, but my walls won't crumble. Monday, March 26, 2012. I Dream in Color Part III (The Color of Ice). Ice Blue am I. Icelets frozen on my wet hair. Drops of water down my nose. The diamond glitters in the color of ice. Kindness - random from a stranger. A tattered blanket shields me. The icy sound of Silence. Breath fog the ice. The Glass World, the facade. Stay in my cold. Bare, lips blue. And be this chill. All I will see is. Piercing, flawless stone, priceless:. Thrive in the glassy silver.