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                        MICELLANEOUS RAMBLINGS
                                 FROM THE "id"........

To think back over the years is said to be non-productive,
Bringing more guilt for actions to the fore than happy recollection.
But guilt has its moments - it serves to hold memories,
Whereas happier episodes are easily forgotten, unfortunately.

Perhaps this philosophy applies only to a small segment,
But to them it is all-powerful.
A niche in time's granite wall
An unsurmountable grouping of real and imagined tragedies
Bringing forth grave consequences not hitherto imagined;

Commandeered by thoughts of arduous criminality,
Whereby a surfaced reflection of destined authority waxes immobile
The offices of crude liability.

A taut string of proven strength
Provides a penchant for musical plucking
The like of which has no equal in today's selective atmosphere.
Brought to light in current glare it escapes recognition,
Belies further investigation into its infinite mysteries;
But nonetheless promotes eager response to the chosen ear

Of the senses, none is more indicative of loyalty than "thought".
A level of bravery, once misused, becomes a hallucination.

Oh, how we travel the broad avenue of deceit
And deny ourselves of truth and paucity of motion.

Beyond the predictions of world disintegration lies a pool of doubt
For no man conjures up dreams of conquest from a bed of stones.

All too often beaten to earth by sanguine strength,
Superior versatility fails to accede to minor meeknesses.
So much for religious conviction.
Except for usual courtesy, the weak are ground into the earth
Beyond all expectations.

So, tarry not in bloated desires; hang not on dire expectancies;
Destroy not dreams of immortality
But do exploit visions of actions taken, not postponed.
Do go on to heights too steep to cling to normally;
Clench by teeth and grip the anthem in the throes of ignominity.
Excited by cool recollecion there must be success somewhere...