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100 tiny poems
the day i was born
was the first day of my quest
to discover why
available on amazon thanksgiving 2026
100 tiny poems
the day i was born
irresistible
this new dimension
i fear the unknown
i cannot exist
this deep entrapment
do not postpone joy
every masterpiece
better hard to love
they all will hurt you
fear taught man to shape
how consequential
every hero fears
these afternoon friends
the trail to failure
optimism says
the mob is ready
i judged you by the
i perished because
i wasted my time
i live every day
modesty perished
my animal mind
i carried mountains
who has more masters
a heart grown bitter
civilization
the line dividing
our hopeful souls went
death and dishonor
my bayonet seeks
pleading in silence
machine gun bullets
artillery reaps
hold fast to my arm
this queer sibilance
the glory of war
widows and orphans
what is more lofty
making love not war
i remind myself
the frontal assault
resume bullets
clumps of red clover
the mountain does not
the guns fall silent
my beloved is
fight monsters with care
confronting myself
i have to learn how
i am more likely
this fear of failure
i might perceive things
by a certain point
if my enemy
i burned with envy
i conquer my fear
i fight to the mat
seize the offensive
the way to predict
either my riches
creativity
the genius of fire
i am rewarded
if i just practice
the price of a thing
whatever i have
i may win the game
i just realized
when everyone else
the task before me
my resourcefulness
the root of courage
there are no heroes
my buddha nature
i will not give in
death is patient but
that wolf from my door
the buddha i am
my inner vision
a happy life is
to find a moment
this raw turbulence
my soul infuses
i kiss your shoreline
i sing my joy but
her indifference throws
i contemplate the
to be truly loved
i am most homesick
my heart throbs in time
in a split instant
a lifetime of light
at my happiest
my last two pennies
kiss me while you can
the brighter the flame
no one like me has
at the end of time
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