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  "description": "For Your Self",
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  "publishedAt": "2025-10-06T23:10:05.000Z",
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    "For You",
    "Convinced",
    "Dance in the Rain",
    "Hot Tea",
    "The Poet",
    "Todos",
    "You’re About",
    "There is a Peace",
    "You Are a Someone",
    "WYSIWYG",
    "Y Nt Rn?",
    "Beats, Slams, and Yes, I Am(s)"
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  "textContent": "### For You\n\nPixel Poets,\nThe well will never go dry.\nThe pen will break- for sure.\nBut the well; we’ll never go dry.\n\nKeep it going\n\nThis is for you.\nI’m writing this for you.\nFor you, for you, for you,\nThis is all for you,\nYou for all, and all ways\nYou\n\nKeep it going\n\nI’m saying it cryptically\nBecause sometimes\nThat’s the best way\nThe only way for those\n\nWho don’t see\nWho won’t see\nWhat we see\nAs we see\nAs we can’t\nHelp but see…\nWell, you see.\n\nKeep it Going\n\nBecause if this means\nTo you\nWhat this means\nTo me\nRight now\nThen my right now\nIs gone as far as\nI can tell.\nSo this is for you\n\nKeep it going\n\nI don’t know what it is.\nI know it will rule your life.\nI know you will be misunderstood.\nEverywhere. Except here.\nI get it. I’ve got it.\n\nKeep it going\n\nI wonder how long has gone\nSince I put this down. 2018\nAnd almost Christmas. That\nDoesn’t mean much to me\nNow. It didn’t mean much\nTo me when then was now.\nBut this does.\n\nKeep it going\n\nOnce you’ve seen\nThe light on things\nThere no longer are things\nJust one thing and you’re\nA part of it like everyone\nElse except you see it.\nI’m here seeing it,\nProbably there too,\nBut how?\n\nKeep it going\n\n\nYou’re gonna hurt hard\nFor this, they’ll hit\nYou, but that’s only\nBecause it’s important.\nThe only Important.\nToo important for anyone.\nBut you are: Someone.\n\nKeep it going\n\nI wish I could sit with\nYou awhile and know\nI’m not alone in knowing.\nBut I am with you now,\nAnd you are with alone;\nThe alone we share alone.\nNow you know alone is not\nAlone: You are not alone.\nI was never told directly.\n\nKeep it going\n\nThis best life.\nThis only life.\nWalt wrote about it.\nEmily was here, too.\nRalph Waldo and Maya.\nSylvia never quite\nMade it to knowing.\nBut you will.\n\nKeep it going\n\nIt gets better.\nNot the part\nThat is horrible.\nNo- that\nStays horrible.\nYou get better.\nYou get stronger.\n\nYou hold more.\nAnd more will make\nThe empty from others\nNot burst you into\nEmpty rooms so much.\n\nYou will march\nTo one empty room.\nYou will leave\nShame on the couch.\nYou will always be\nFull like you are now\nReading this.\n\nKeep it going\n\nDon’t make excuses.\nYou are necessary.\nLook at these words.\nYou read them.\nYou are here.\nYou are necessary.\n\nKeep it going\n\nIf you were here, we\nWould laugh and talk,\nMaybe go for a walk,\nBut we would for sure,\nShare the lonely\nThat comes listening\nTo light too long\nTo loud to listen\nTo listen to look\nNot any of those…\n\nAll of them\n-and-\nAll at once.\n\nKeep it going\n\nThe poem, the heart, the voice\nThat won’t quiet long enough\nFor you to realize you’re in love\nWith love and love loves a poem\nOf love and the love that comes\nFrom a poet is Love’s love direct.\n\nHeart of the Poet!\nSing Love’s imperative!\n\nKeep! It! Going\n\nI’m tired.\nLove won’t let me be-long\nEnough to be acceptable.\nThere’s no other life when\nLove direct has come.\nYou don’t stand a chance,\nRejoice in the futility\nOf being Love’s choice.\n\nRejoice and keep\nLove’s love going\n\nOne day someone will need\nTo know what a poet is for,\nOne day someone will need\nTo know poetry is the sweet\nCruel song that never stops\nStomping the Dance of Love.\n\nKeep it going\n\nStop the song,\nYou stop the dance.\nDon’t stop that song,\nStomp that dance.\n\nThat’s Love.\n\nKeep it going\n\nLove Is\nInsatiable in Your Hands.\nWaiting on Your Whisper.\nFeasting on Your Words.\nShouting Your Divine.\n\nKeep it going\n\n* * *\n\n### Convinced\n\nIt was well before morning almost a year ago:\n\n“You got to do something, you just do, before you know it you wake up and you’re 40.”\n\nAn old memory back with the first Happy Birthday to tell me it was right again.\n\nIt was a hotel outside of Concord, Massachusetts, closer to a shopping mall than Walden Pond.\n\nBut close enough to see, just yesterday at sunset, birds flying from the pond’s shore, where everyday tourists who live a few miles away were diving in headfirst in swim caps and goggles: Like insects smacking into pages of a history book made with sheets of flypaper.\n\nWell before morning almost a year ago and not surprised to find:\n\nFriendship, Loneliness,\nLove, And What\nHome Might mean,\n\nCasting Shadows And Shapes\n\nOn this hotel ceiling.\nAbove this hotel bed.\nCovered by this hotel\n\nWhite Puff comforter,\nFull of more air\nThan Comfort.\n\nNot surprised to turn on my quiet flashlight, at my customary time, and join my intended laptop at the table, to write about: The juxtaposition of the birds of Walden Pond, to this hotel so covered in scaffolding I couldn’t read its name from the street.\n\n“You gotta do something, you just do, Before you know it you wake up and you’re 40.”\n\nThen a voice from 20 years ago:\n“If you’re a poet when you’re 20, it’s because you’re 20. If you’re a poet when you’re 40, it’s because you’re a poet.”\n\nWhen you’re up before the birdsong, before the sunrise of your 40th birthday, and it’s just another lifelong everyday morning that has you writing on\n\nFriendship,\nLoneliness, Love\nAnd What Home Might Mean,\n\nAnd everyone you know is sleeping in a house with family, or under an empty comforter you just walked away from;\nAnd they all think you’re awake because: You don’t need the sleep.\nYou are doing something, and you\n\nMost Definitely,\nQuite Seriously,\nAre Convinced.\n\n* * *\n\n### Dance in the Rain\n\nI used to run outside at the first clap of summer thunder to dance in the rain.\n\nThe steps are easy: tilt your head back, stretch your eagle arms out, and spin.\n\nIt tastes like salt and showers and growing things.\n\nLike Yes! Yes! Yes!\nAnd Grow. Grow. Grow.\n\nI miss my friends who would dance in the rain without a question, but with a look of recognition, we would bolt.\n\nFirst one there gets one drop more.\n\nDancing in the rain was just the right thing to do.\n\nIt was the necessary thing.\n\nBut now, I’m without a dance partner.\n\nNow, with the closeness of expectations supposed, of duties to show being done, I’ve lost the dance.\n\nBut somehow the song of it still wants a voice.\n\nSomehow that thing with feathers still flies a short hop inside and stirs what’s left of what dreaming and passion and the immediacy of dancing in the rain can do.\n\nNow there are headphones to dampen normal noises.\n\nThe happy wag of a dog comes from the sky like shrapnel in my back.\n\nA cat on a counter meowing to signal the sun squeezes my burning shoulders with expectations of duty.\n\nThat same wagging dog paces in the swampy night air.\n\nHe repositions himself on the floor every few minutes to find a cooler spot to lay.\n\nIf there were a clap of thunder now, would he know the signal?\n\nWould he go dancing with me in the rain?\n\nWould he lift his head up and taste the pregnant potential of growing things and know what clouds might do?\n\nOf what reckless compassion might do?\n\nOf what dancing in the rain with a friend would most definitely do?\n\nIt will be 45 degrees cooler than yesterday when I wake tomorrow, when I walk to the kitchen to toast a frozen waffle, fill the electric teapot, and take the first pill of the day.\n\n* * *\n\n### Hot Tea\n\nTake the simplest path with the greatest of care.\nAmble through the woods, don’t scramble down the highway.\n\nSit by the finish line.\nSip hot tea with the tortoise.\n\nDo nothing in particular.\nA lot of nothing needs to be done between victories.\n\nTake the simplest path with the greatest of care.\nAmble through the woods, don’t scramble down the highway.\n\nThe tortoise always wins.\nThe tea always goes cold.\n\n* * *\n\n### The Poet\n\nDone in -Done up- In wonder.\nWorn in -Worn out- In awe.\n\nHomeless alive in so much beauty-\nFully boxed in so much comfortable awful.\n\nThe Poet is not the sky,\nBut The Poet told you of Heaven.\n\nThe Poet is not God,\nBut The Poet told you God’s name.\n\n* * *\n\n### Todos\n\nTodos estamos un poco locos.\nTodos tenemos un poco de genio.\n\nLo que no está en los libros,\nLa vida le enseñará a tú corazón.\n\nTu locura viene de la melodía del alma.\nTu genio viene de tú devoción a su canción.\n\nBaila tú corazón.\nCanta tú alma.\n\nEl latido del corazón de todos es un baile.\nLa sonrisa de todos canta una canción.\n\nEl mundo entero habla el mismo idioma.\n\nSi quieres la atención del mundo:\n\nBalia con todo tú corazón;\nCanta con toda tú alma.\n\n* * *\n\n### You’re About\n\nYou’re as fragile as a sky, as constant as a cloud.\nSo willing to hold a sunrise you know has no choice-\n\nBut you let yourself fall from the setting.\n\nWhy do you hold on when you know\nThat’s what a sunrise does, sets?\nWhy do you fall down when you know\nThat’s what a sunrise does, returns?\n\nIt must.\n\nWhy not stay so tall you can catch a sunrise?\nWhy not let fall what was made to fall?\n\nWhy not know, how strong, how light\nHow fierce, how wild wonderful a gift,\nIt is to hold fire, to survive fire,\nTo let fire drop to drown in the horizon?\n\nAn embrace is not an embrace if it lasts forever.\nIt’s standing still, squeezing the Sun,\nFalling, flaying, shouting saying: “Not this time.”\nEars too full of fire to hear, you said,\n\n“Not this time.” Again.\n\nLet a day burnt be ash; yesterday’s Sun is gone.\nFire burns the world turns, each star finds\nIts sky again, by making a new star, each sky is relit.\nBrighter, hotter, truer, every Sun returns home.\n\nHe must.\n\nWhy not stay so tall you can catch the sunrise?\n\n* * *\n\n### There is a Peace\n\nThere is\nA peace\n\nThat doesn’t\nNeed you.\n\nThat’s\nMe.\n\nNot certain why,\nAfter all this time,\n\nI still want so bad\nTo give the world\n\nSo\nMuch.\n\nNot certain if any thought,\nAnytime, at any place,\n\nHas ever been worth more than the air\nOn a Wednesday morning,\n\nWindows down, listening\nTo the radio off,\n\nWind through\nEvery way it can,\n\nWashing what\nWas before,\n\nWishing what\nLies ahead,\n\nLeaving it all to be one thought,\nOne single thought throb,\n\nPersistent,\nPersistent,\n\nPersistent, throb\nOf a single thought\ncolored over\n\nPersistently persistent\nPresent Moment\n\nA thought and not\nA moment too soon,\n\nCome\nAgain\n\nCome\nAgain.\n\n* * *\n\n### You Are a Someone\n\nWhen the dream of who you want to be seems too big…\nAnd the bar stretches too high for you to see.\n\nRemember this:\nIf you dream to win a gold medal,\nEvery gold medal is won by Someone.\nYou are a Someone.\nWhy not you?\n\nIf you dream of an All-Star jersey to play on the team,\nMany different Someones play on an All-Star team.\nYou are a Someone.\nWhy not you?\n\nIf you dream to lead a nation,\nEvery nation is led by Someone.\nYou are a Someone.\nWhy not you?\n\nIf you dream to soar through a Supernova and see the stars behind The Sun…\nSomeone made every impossible possible.\nYou are a Someone.\nSo why not you?\n\n* * *\n\n### WYSIWYG\n\nThe world\nIs nothing\nLike you\nThink it is,\nAnd so much more\nLike you hope it might be.\n\nThe world\nIs nothing\nLike you\nThink it is,\nAnd so much more\nLike you hope it might be.\n\nThese are steps worth repeating.\n\n* * *\n\n### Y Nt Rn?\n\nWhere’s your ambition?\nWhy are the lights still out on tomorrow?\nWhere is the New Home?\n\nThe New Friends?\nThe New Love?\nWhere’s the Money?\n\nWhy is life OTW?\nLife is rn not otw.\nWhy is life always otw w u?\n\nY nt rn?\nY otw?\nY s lf otw,\n\nWynn,\n\nlf\ns\nrn?\n\n_“Life is not about what you’re going to do.\nLife is about what you’re doing, right now.\nSo, what are you doing right now?\"_\n\n* * *\n\n### Beats, Slams, and Yes, I Am(s)\n\nWe call it poetry for the ear,\nBut that’s not where we hear it.\n\nWe call it poetry out loud,\nBut it’s an inside job.\n\nWe call the meter measured.\nWe call the measure divine.\n\nI call the words: All Words!\n\nSweet- Sweet -Tweet-Tweet\nTwitter-Tatter- Beat-Complete.\n\nA feat- of the feet- of the stomp,\nOf the never pomp- of the heart.\n\nWe call it poetry for the ear,\nBut that’s not where we hear it.\n\n* * *",
  "title": "New-New Hampshire: Self",
  "updatedAt": "2026-04-21T14:41:42.179Z"
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