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Unabridged- 1987 adjusted January 2013


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unabridged
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Unabridged
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A present
A memory
Tears, laughter
So much

So little
You say.
So strong
The fear

Of abandonment
Yours, my own
Emotions
Taking us

To a point
Of no return
Of ridicule
Contempt

So, I write.
My quill
My intermediate,
Unveils

My pride.
Makes you
Listen without
Causing a

Flurry
I have your
Warrant
To what appears

A pink cloud
Protraction of
Our affinity
Staging a few

More moments
Of grace
A pause in
The vastness

Of cosmos.
A confidant
Accomplice
Comate

All the facets
Of what we had
Obverse yet,

Unabridged.

The impracticality of distance February 1996 readjusted to a prose January 2013


Lido 2012 ©copyright2013owpp

Lido 2012
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Those are writings from the 1990’s which I thought I’d never use due to my
lack of experience then, in writing but to my delight and surprise ( I do
surprise even myself! ) I got down to work on Sunday, took the core and changed
it totally using the words that cried out in attention and putting it in a prose
versus the article it was. I was astonished and

pleased at the result which shows, there is always a time for anything we write,
given we have patience and believe anything is possible with a drop of will 🙂

The impracticality of distance
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One O’clock
All is silent
Each one
Long gone
In their own
Planet of dreams

My mind floats
To many ports
One of them yours.
I think how
Far away
You too are long gone

In your world
Your vision
Inhabiting one
So strange to me.
Doing those same things
Void of mystery.

Eventful or not
Working, unwinding
So simple, so alive
What life is all about.
Practical
And tumultuous.

The ink flows
On my pages
Engraving words
Buried deep
Silence surrounding
This cubicle of thoughts.

Trying to make sense
Of life, of my love
For you.
They are there
Fooling me
Appeasing you

Erasing the,
Impracticality
The impossibility
Of distance.
Secrets of the night,
Leaving the world

Of darkness
Drifting toward
Daylight waking
To sunshine
Bracing a day
With the stamina

Of a professional.
Cold sometimes
Suppressing it,
Wanting to bury
Under covers
Your ingenuity.

Recognizable
Routine
To the bare eyes
Yet different.
By the impracticality
Of distance.

Désordre 2012 ( Original French text with translation in post below as “A cleaning frenzy-disorder” )


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we hoard…
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Désordre
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Ensemble
On commence
Sa vie.
Les enfants
Arrivent.
On amasse.
On s’entasse
Espérant
Trouver
Une pause
A travers
Une chose.
On s’enfonce
Dans l’amour
Et les couches
Sales.
Ignorant
Le chaos
Le désordre
De l’esprit
De l’âme
Par habitude
Par lassitude.

La douceur
Les câlins
Les bisous
Barbouillés
De purée.
L’insomnie
L’inquiétude
D’un cri
D’une jeune
Tête
Enfiévré
Sont nos
” Desserts ”
Parfumés
Du moment
De l’instant
De l’éternité
Imaginer

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Puis un jour
Le ” toujours ”
A prit
Une tournure.
Des adultes
Bien aviser
Vous donnent
La réplique
Vous explique
Vous implique
Dans leurs vies
Sophistiquer.
Vous vous appliquez
Et vous apprenez
Comme
Un bébé,
Des lois
Qui n’ont
Jamais
Existé.
Ils ont
Quitté
Le nid
Douillé,
Mais retournent,
Le temps compté
Pour être
Rassurer.

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Puis la torpeur
S’est dissipé.
Finalement
On ” voit ”
Leurs passé
Accumulé
Délaissé
Par des armoires
Bondés

—————

On remédie
Par des-ordres
Donner
A la tribu
Immobilisé
Dans un geste
De solidarité.
Les souvenirs
Dépliés
Dépoussiérer
Quelques larmes ( les miennes!)
Beaucoup d’amour.
Une conscience ( eux )
D’être arriver
A l’indépendance
A la vie

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Et nous,
D’avoir
Donné
D’avoir
vécu
Et commencer
une vie
D’ordre
De sérénité
Et d’amasser
Entasser
La spiritualité
La gaieté
L’insouciance
La bonne
ambiance.
Les

VACANCES!!!

Getting used to quality 2012 ( O.A Experience )


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Hi everyone!

Do you know how usually you take a book and start at page one because that’s how it’s done, you follow the rules, but then, just once, tell yourself, what the heck I’ll start where I feel like starting and find yourself starting at the end. Then becoming so captivated by the writer’s style that you find yourself leafing the pages backwards?
Well, that’s what I felt like doing today.

I had in plan of presenting to you the first essay I had written, but then, today wanted to go with the feeling not the rule. Throwing all caution to the wind and giving you my last work which is of today called ” Getting used to quality “.

Getting used to quality
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My longest abstinence, of not so late, lasted three months.
Three months of bliss, of being and feeling ” normal “. Those are times when one feels touched by the grace of our higher power ( or whatever you feel like calling it ).
We could be, day in day out, in the presence of all our binge foods, staring at us, yet, know in our mind and heart that it’s not ours.

We don’t do this anymore. We do life. We experience it happening and appreciate every moment as it comes, in all its blessings.
We have projects, plans, enthusiasm and go about realizing them as the natural flow of life.

We don’t feel heroic, just happy to BE. In its full sense.

No thunder or lightning, just tranquility and satisfaction of going  where the stream takes us.
So, logic would demand a continuation of what is good no?

Yet, we relapse over and over again. Nevertheless, relapse get fewer, shorter and abstinence longer as a consequence.
The wisdom collected along this arduous journey is priceless too.
We shouldn’t underestimate that. It becomes a powerful tool to help oneself and others in program.

But how I pray to get that motivation and zest for life back again!

How I long it to invade the empty space It had left on Its way out.

That’s probably part of the journey. The more we’re abstinent, the more we get use to GOOD in our life, the less we settle for mediocrity.

There’s awareness to quality versus quantity.

Quality becomes the essence. The truth. And we’d rather give up the quantity of food we’d stashed up in our body oblivious to the treasures laid at our feet.
The treasures of light in our life. That’s what we call quality today.

Thank you for taking time to read this.