So, a poem on being done with it all, except greatness…

I’m fed up,

I’m done, but not finished.

I can no longer hold back.

There is greatness inside of me.

I am too sparkly to be dulled.

There are too many good ideas.

Many great theories to share.

I can no longer quell them.

Ineptness from “superiors” drains me.

So, no more talking the talk.

I have emerged from a fog.

Decades in the making.

Perfecting my walk to the beacon of light.

Away from things unfulfilling.

My head pounds with intensity

I won’t stop.

No feeble excuses.

I will be the audiobook to hear.

Doubters beware.

I’m on my way.

In a big way…



copyright April 6, 2019

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I have tons of education and don't use it! I am non-traditional and traditional rolled into one person. I am a Christian, but need work! I am conservative fiscally, but I could care less who someone marries. My favorite things to do are: hang out with my kid, watch movies, read, write, sing, dance, love, live life to the fullest! I love: my kid, my cat, my best guy D, God, rain, chocolate, Christmas, friends, cats, animals in general, honesty, avocados, love, Hallmark channel, iced coffee, Harry Potter, NYC, England, Italy, D.C., Paris and autumn.

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