wallow in the mire

LOVE THE PROCESS.

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Explorations

Another adventure
In the sparkling focus
Headed down the farm highways
Walled with trees
Crossing over
The second largest lake in Texas
Basking in the beauty
As I speed down the bridge
Peering over the guardrails
In hopes of spotting gators
With no avail

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Background music

Millions of unidentifiable noises
Fill the crisp, humid night air
In the Forrest of Sam Houston
Smoke trailing from my mouth
Uniting with nature
Basking in my last night
In this secluded house
Tucked away from modern civilization
Stars outlining the leaves
Of the tallest trees
Towering above my head
Artwork of the night sky
Forrest music tickling my eardrums
The moon makes it grand entrance
Just above the tip of the roof
It’s real life magic

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Awakening

Waking up sideways
On a strip of plastic
Filled with just enough air
To elevate my body from the floor
Sun creeping through
The sliver of glass
Positioned on the slanted ceiling
And sounds of rare birds, insects, creatures of the countryside
Pulse through my ears
As reality strikes once more
Lost in a state of extreme exhaustion
I go through the motions
Mixing cold water in with the oatmeal
Realizing my mistakes
One at a time
As I lift the cold oats up to my lips

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Forrest vacation

Ending the week
With a little redecorating
An office I can now call my own
A four hour drive
Down an invisible street
My headlights reflecting
Just enough road
To keep me on point
Surrounded by sounds
Of a thousand crickets
And creatures much larger
Approaching the house
Complete with a wrap around porch
And bright yellow walls
Touring a new lifestyle
In the town with one stoplight
Forty five minutes
From any other type of civilization
Exhaustion caught up with me
On this miniature vacation
Spent in the house
Inhabited by spiders and snakes
Backed up against
A natural Forrest
Pinching myself repeatedly
To see if this is real life
Going back in time
Several decades
To a town with one stoplight
And just a few houses

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a-good-day-sir asked: A writer ...your work has passion... Do you? What are you most passion about? Sir

Of course I have passion. I’m most passionate about my work, as a recruiter, creating opportunities for people every single day. My mission each day is to positively influence every single person that comes in contact with me and I take that extremely seriously. So I’m passionate about the people consecrated in my life already, in the way that I am their biggest cheerleader and most trusted confidant and also passionate about the new people I encounter everyday and my grandest attempts to show them all of their potential that I see instantly. :-)

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Screams at 5 AM

My mind racing
Down the road of what ifs
Postponing my slumber
Much later than preferred
Constantly interrupting
A peaceful night
With short wisps of subtle panic
Awakening abruptly
With a long to do list
Written in my thoughts
Five glasses of water later
And minimal caffeine
Only healthy foods digesting
Dancing my newly acquired pounds
Off my body
One day at a time
Just you and I facing reality
And crippling our work ethic
For just a few hours
Many new faces
Walk the halls
Square one in a lot of ways
Fearing changes
But still embracing the day

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Medicine of time

Two weeks have gone by
And the last without exchanged words
An actress
With a golden smile
Despite the thoughts
Overtaking my mind
Consisting of you
And how much you are missed
A sadness with the way
This story was written
And the ending
That lacks any sort of closure
Resisting temptation
I deleted your name
But I can’t help but wonder
Why you wouldn’t want
To pursue this girl
In your future
After all the times
We’ve spent together
Te ultimate puzzle
Leaves me ashamed
That I can’t connect
All of the pieces
And must let the overall picture
Remain a mystery

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Spartan endeavors

Awkward dreams of people
That no longer exist
In my version of reality
Leads to an early rise
After a night
Of sticking my finger
Down my throat
The voice of a British man
Guiding me toward a new experience
Meeting a group
Made predominately of men
Stealing my shades
And a conference call
Consisting of utter bullshit
Claps around the room
Using my talents
In the unfamiliar office
Overlooking the long hallway
Peering out the window
Of the seventh floor
With the words “we are Sparta”
Written backwards
In hope to be seen from the highway
And then we take off on our journey
With the black Nissan
Hot on our trail
His fingertips grasping my elbow
And then my upper arm
Pulling away and rolling my eyes
Way to attend an interview
High in demand
At the worst possible moments
Lacking the knowledge
Needed to prove myself
Losing two people
Right off the bat
Time creeping by
While standing in Walmart
For hours and hours
People ignoring my biggest smile
Running away
As if I was a disease
An old man screaming down the aisle
In my direction
Harassment and balk talk
Is what he claimed
Clamming up
Losing all confidence
The day quickly passing us by
Twelve hours later
Back in my bed
Wondering how possible
It is to recruit others
To also have the worst days
Of their lives

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Less hours in the day
Than the average person
But still managing
To squeeze in a little bit of fun
Home before 7
The biggest miracle of all
Exhausted and stressed
Let’s eat all the pizza
Games of beer pong
I’ve improved
More drinking games
The clock is rapidly
Running out of time
Passed out on the floor
Before 11
A sign that perhaps
I am too old for my face

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The Main Event

The guys have taken over
Holding down the feminism fort
Extra smiles and high fives
At least they’ve spared me from the winks
Thriving off of pressure
Over doing it
Making a name for myself
On all aspects of the game
Kindly putting all of you
In your place
Completely taking you off guard
Extra smiles and more high fives
It hurts me to hear you speak
Of all the things you stopped believing in
The little things, the glue to my current existence
It hurts me when I see the blankness on your face
But then again
You gave up on me
And I never would give up on you
Until my last burst of energy ran dry
Instead I gift my overwhelming enthusiasm
To the ones that still believe
And ill leave you alone
To rot in the dust of your failure

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Unwavering Kangaroos

This year has been a roaring tidal wave.
Resiliance displayed for all to see
moving two states over
With less than acceptable funds
For the sake of adventure
Truly living up to the title
No plan, no income, no looking back
Offered the opportunity of a lifetime
Accepted
Hard work, out of my comfort zone
Pursuing sales and a free form of school
Constantly learning, always growing
The world comes crashing down
Abandoned by the best
Or so I thought
Time and time again
New position, new challenges
Step up to the plate
The abandonment hurts more now
Petty fights, so sensitive
New boss, old boss, new drive
Giving up on the inside
Premonitions lead into new days
And new determination
Finally found the kangaroo
The one unwavering
And my rock in the shackles
Who has been by my side
Through the tears from the heartache
Through the laughs, winks, and skips
That each day with me brings about
Tons of people, their stories heard
Resiliance wins in the end
And ill never look back

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I Love Fiesty Shackles

Phenomenal vibes pulsed through the room
Motivational Monday, more determined
More lighthearted and care free than ever
Doom strikes upon your unusual beckoning
We sat in a circle
Your words took the form of a sword
And immediately sliced my heart open
Your eyes speak sympathy and exhaustion
Floods rushed down my cheeks
Uncontrollable streams
Dripping off my chin into my lap
I throw my head down
Shielding my red eyes
Unable to look at you a moment longer
Then anger sets in
My unwavering anchor
Hoisted back up into your ship
Which has no room in it for me
Completely blindsided, abandoned
Left to float on without yet another
Dear friend of mine
It keeps getting harder
This pursuit of success
My head becomes heavier
As the days go on
But I will continue to never give up
Despite the soreness I feel
The terror that anyone I meet
Has the ability to make me so heartbroken

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Hurricane Intensity

Hangovers and energy drinks
Early morning texts
Polo shirt and cut off shorts
Rolling up in the knick of time
Unexpected faces
Games of ninja and switching places
Recognition of broken records
Serious conversing of future change
Surprising dream team commence
Jump start vehicles
Because we will always be rachet
Errands come first
Money in the bank
Endless walking
In a 105 degree oven
Frustration shadowing your face
Confrontation with the most fierce
Standing up for the underdog
Wasted time
Spicy chicken sandwiches
And talks of real life
Back to the oven
Dancing in each peep hole
Squeezing the last drops
Of time in the day
Sitting on the floor
Colombians and soccer games
Pregnant lady
We needed a win
Pushing onward
Through the rain
A second victory
High fives and high rolling
Proving my own strength
Exhaustion hit hard
More energy drinks
Projecting sharknado up on the wall
Uncontrollable giggling
Shark and tornado themed snacks
New friends
Challenging games
For the last hours of the night
Eyes closing involuntarily
A hop, skip, and a jump
Back to the cave
Another collection of memories
The best ones
To add to this glorious adventure

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All I do is win

I will always work harder than you
And do the right thing
Scooping up my little bird
And setting him free
I will always work harder for you
Taking pride for my own self
And giving you everything else
These tired eyes will remain open
Choosing to see potential
And committing to set it on fire
I will stop at nothing
Until I make every last dream of yours
Come true
A fairy tale life
And in turn, my own dreams met
If one hundred hours a week
Working three hundred percent
Is what it takes to reap this harvest
Then I will work a hundred and five
And give a million times the effort
Than you’d ever expect or imagine

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Cowboys

Country music
And cowboy hats
Boots two sizes too big
Birthday drinks
And extra balloons
Dance lessons
Sore legs
Finally someone cute
Made me blush
Time of my life
Completely free
Embracing the moment
More drinks
Birthday champagne
Reservations under my name
The best nights
Contentment with you
Not being there
Because it’s your loss
Seize moments
Fun and thrilling
Enjoy life

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