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		<title>Courage</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 20:58:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This poem is especially for Howard P.
COURAGE
 
Cowards
 are we all,
Who easy choices
make.
 
Fear whispers
In every ear,
Few choose not,
To heed.
 
Seldom to us
Is given
Greatness.
 
Yet,
It is not
The Grand Acts
That make us
Great.
 
Rather,
Small choices,
Carved out of despair;
Forged in pain:
Choosing life&#8217;s
Hurtful embrace.
 
Not for other&#8217;s
Scant approval,
But for
Self;
We do that
Which we 
Must do.
 
 
Living for
Ourselves
Is never
Easy;
We stand
Alone,
Balanced
At [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This poem is especially for Howard P.</p>
<p align="center"><strong><em>COURAGE</em></strong><em></em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Cowards</em></p>
<p align="center"><em> are we all,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Who easy choices</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>make.</em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Fear whispers</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>In every ear,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Few choose not,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>To heed.</em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Seldom to us</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Is given</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Greatness.</em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Yet,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>It is not</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>The Grand Acts</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>That make us</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Great.</em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Rather,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Small choices,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Carved out of despair;</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Forged in pain:</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Choosing life&#8217;s</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Hurtful embrace.</em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Not for other&#8217;s</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Scant approval,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>But for</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Self;</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>We do that</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Which we </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Must do.</em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Living for</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Ourselves</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Is never</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Easy;</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>We stand</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Alone,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Balanced</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>At the Edge.</em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Giving no thought</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>To others,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>We fall among</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>The Uncaring;</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Heeding too much</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Another&#8217;s call,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>We Join</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>The Sheeplike masses.</em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>And, yet</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>ALL this knowing,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>We DARE</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>To say,</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>&#8220;I CHOOSE.&#8221;</em></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p>© 1987, 2009 Lyle T. Lachmuth, All Rights Reserved Adapted from <em>&#8220;New Cycles&#8221; by permission of the Author </em></p>
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		<title>The Sadness Is With Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 12:10:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Snoop</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Musings]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Sadness Is With Me
The Sadness
sits with my heart.
Alone
I feel,
So, much alone
and, sometimes
I want to die,
and, sometimes
I want to run away,
For the Sadness
leaches through my soul,
Permeating:
Soul, body, mind, and marrow,
and fills
my being with
naught but pain.
Yet,
run I not;
And, die I not;
For somehow
This familiar melancholy
comforts me
like sipping
a soothing elixir
and, so
I wallow in the
pain
and, through
immersion
emerge
renewed,
revitalized,
and 
refreshed.

Copyright 2009, Lyle [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>The Sadness Is With Me</strong></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>The Sadness</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>sits with my heart.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Alone</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>I feel,</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>So, much alone</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>and, sometimes</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>I want to die,</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>and, sometimes</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>I want to run away,</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>For the Sadness</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>leaches through my soul,</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Permeating:</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Soul, body, mind, and marrow,</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>and fills</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>my being with</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>naught but pain.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Yet,</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>run I not;</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>And, die I not;</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>For somehow</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>This familiar melancholy</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>comforts me</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>like sipping</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>a soothing elixir</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>and, so</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>I wallow in the</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>pain</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>and, through</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>immersion</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>emerge</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>renewed,</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>revitalized,</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>and </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>refreshed.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">
<p style="text-align: left;">Copyright 2009, Lyle T. Lachmuth, All Rights Reserved<em><br />
</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></p>
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		<title>I Want To Flee</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 21:38:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Snoop</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poem &#39;inspired&#39; by Fibromyalgia (and wind) &#8230; 

I Want To Flee
&#0160;I want
To flee
Into the empty pages
Of the night.

&#0160;The pain
Crushes me
And I cannot
Resist.
&#0160;
The pain owns
My soul,
And me
And wants
To be repaid
In currency
I seem to not have.
&#0160;
So, in agony
I sit puzzling,
Hoping,
Seeking escape
But
Know not
The path,
The means,
Nor it seems
Much else.
&#0160;
What’s best
For us?
&#0160;
I still have
No fucking
Clue.

©2009 Lyle T. Lachmuth All [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A poem &#39;inspired&#39; by Fibromyalgia (and wind) &#8230; </p>
<p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>I Want To Flee<o:p></o:p></em></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&#0160;</o:p>I want<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>To flee<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Into the empty pages<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Of the night.</em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&#0160;</o:p>The pain<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Crushes me<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>And I cannot<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Resist.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&#0160;</o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>The pain owns<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>My soul,<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>And me<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>And wants<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>To be repaid<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>In currency<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>I seem to not have.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&#0160;</o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>So, in agony<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>I sit puzzling,<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Hoping,<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Seeking escape<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>But<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Know not<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>The path,<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>The means,<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Nor it seems<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Much else.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&#0160;</o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>What’s best<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>For us?<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&#0160;</o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>I still have<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>No fucking<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Clue.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p></p>
<p class="MsoFooter">©2009 Lyle T. Lachmuth All Rights Reserved. </p>
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		<title>Support</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2006 23:32:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Snoop</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is for Rumi T. 
SUPPORT&#160;
Each of usIs aloneAndYet not.
&#160;None but usLives insideThe bodyAndThe mind.
&#160;None other can know, taste,savour the fear, terror,happiness, delight,and ecstasy.
&#160;Pale empathiesWe share.Yet, living inside,AloneYields notCompleteness.
&#160;In TruthWe are islands.We alone chooseInsular statusOrConstruct bridges,Causeways,And, paths to others.
&#160;Connections are madeNot from oneRather the reachingOut of two.
&#160;You will alwaysBe an&#160; island.But need notAlone entirely be.
&#160;It [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is for Rumi T. </p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>SUPPORT<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></em></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em>Each of us<br />Is alone<br />And<br />Yet not.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>None but us<br />Lives inside<br />The body<br />And<br />The mind.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>None other can<br /> know, taste,<br />savour the fear, terror,<br />happiness, delight,<br />and ecstasy.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>Pale empathies<br />We share.<br />Yet, living inside,<br />Alone<br />Yields not<br />Completeness.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>In Truth<br />We are islands.<br />We alone choose<br />Insular status<br />Or<br />Construct bridges,<br />Causeways,<br />And, paths to others.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>Connections are made<br />Not from one<br />Rather the reaching<br />Out of two.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>You will always<br />Be an&nbsp; island.<br />But need not<br />Alone entirely be.<o:p></o:p></em></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><em><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>It is but for you to choose.</em></p>
<p class="MsoFooter">© 1987 Lyle T. Lachmuth</p>
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