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I spoke of fear and conjured it

a coil of smoke into a vent,

a spark inside an oily pit

flamed oxygen within a tent.


Like breathing is to living

intoxicants abound,

our fears are unforgiving

we hide yet still are found.


Is it best to face the beast

when to cower seems the way,

to fight when hope has all but ceased

to rise and seize the day.


We can and must resolve our hearts

to beat against their fade,

tis not for us to choose our part

in which the game is played.




◄ De-Compose

A Life in the Day ►


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David RL Moore

Wed 24th Apr 2024 06:36

Thanks Landi,

I am not saying there haven't been times when I have lost heart and retreated from my conscience.

I used to practice my trade in an state of disconnection (which was difficult for me even then) I surpressed my emotions in order to survive both physically and mentally. I learned later in life that to live in such a state is damaging to some (not all) it depends on what you can live with in your head.

Consequently I slowly changed my attitude and awareness toward my own actions which opened a gate I can no longer close. It is a kind of awakening but also at times a curse.


PS, thanks for the likes folks.

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Landi Cruz

Tue 23rd Apr 2024 19:27 try to do our best with our talents to repair and improve is the best we can do...

I get it )

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David RL Moore

Tue 23rd Apr 2024 18:58


I've been on the wrong side often enough to know that mere participation hurts...that said I didn't watch from the sidelines, occasionally I even got it right.

Life is a bastard if you get involved...them's the breaks. When I eventually meet my bullet I'll be satisfied I lived to the almost full,


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Landi Cruz

Tue 23rd Apr 2024 13:04

"We can and must resolve our hearts

to beat against their fade,

tis not for us to choose our part

in which the game is played."

Would any one of us not be remiss to claim foreknowledge of the reverberations of our actions, no matter how carefully planned they may be? Like whispers of butterfly wings...

..just doing a little reading here, nothing going into great detail regarding the specifics of that very momentous time in Romanian history when their King Michael announced that his nation would be switching to the side of the Allies in WWII..

Did he know what would come next?

If he did know, what else could he have done?

Was the nation merely victim to the currents of time and the overwhelming dynamics of a world in turmoil?

The path may not be straight but it is always forward...


Really, I hesitate to comment at all on such heavy matters--so much damage done and I suspect words may only hurt.

Anyhow, I picked up a book I've been reading after coming across your post and the idea left me in a bit of a daze for a few moments. It's by no means a new idea, but it leaves me in awe whenever the connection becomes so clear.

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