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"You never think you'll get old. Sure, there are people are around you getting old all the time. But deep inside you never really feel old, mostly just tired. I remember the first Walkmans and thinking

What will you say in 50 years if by then you've reached your fears - if by then you've said your piece and made your mark upon the feast? Could you even raise that glass knowing what you've done since

I have history in the City that some named Your Love, I've made mental note of the walls stretching infinitely either way, endless barricades that grinds to points in the far off. Though I am foreign I

I cannot will myself aright like some buoy at sea, tempest tossed but never sunk and always guiding. We do not live in fairy tales. I will not say all the words that mark my boundaries, the sounds of my

Now I'm sure I was just a phase a momentary lapse of spirit a migrant from the source and fallen into flesh. I can feel your eyes looking past me, blinded by the bright side of things, mesmerized by the

I am not yet disappeared, have not yet gone too far away Out of Touch Out of Heart Out of Sight Still I remain as echo or ghost, as Shaman's spirits, rousing the dead To Wake your Mind To Wake your Soul

I’ve kept the those things that remind me of you - The blankets and cap, the shirts and some socks, The endless sleepless nights near your pillow. The sandy colored bedsheet still carries your scent -

Hey Steemit fam! If you've been following my blog over the last couple years then you know how I enjoy community and crypto. From short story and poetry contests to funding a bench at Steem Park or flying

You were a brick through my window, The pin tumbler deftly undone - but for all the damage that now shows, I miss all the messy memories. I crashed through glass I unlocked you and in this mess made you

I can weave this life into a fine maze - an obsidian puzzle of interlocking pieces. But without you it's just a child's toy on a coffee table and holds my interest for just as long If I chose, I could

There are three doors that live in my chest - the places that I've come to love the most, and where the dirt and rust of ages holds no power. When I light the sullen room - bathed in tepid golden hue -

Let us long then, you and I When the margins are spread out against the sky like Ripple etherized upon a table; let us hold, through uncertain market feeds the stuttering defeats of liquidated longs in

There are no thought strings tying pictures to my mind some thoughts are imageless. There are long strings tied to the muscle memory of you some thoughts are faintly phantom felt I cannot show you what

Before the bright, when evening's grip begins to loosen like soft concessions in silent darkness the whispered shadows lie like serpents in wait that, as one, pounce with the climbing dawn In her rise

I push and punch race and fret one hand a slow death the other its rapid approach and a tepid third to mock the middle Kicking and screaming enraged and resigned I take another breath; it's a further reminder

The soft scent that carries your name Air The secrets that harbor the same Fire Of moments that some would call shame Earth In griefing the cosmos for change Wind You were a knuckle dragging and I was

How to uncage unspoken words that slip the grip of my waking mind; soft sand. Are these thoughts, like beach footprints, places my soul has walked? Send me a missive from your edge of space; side of dawn.

Could #zappl be more efficient run on SMT's instead of on the Steem Blockchain? Might it be an easier way to customize a rewards system for a twitter-like platform? Posting this via zappl to make the point

On Christmas day I had the opportunity to speak at length with AriseBank's Jared Rice Sr. and got an inside look at the groups effort to establish the world's first decentralized bank. Being fascinated

Amid the 2017 backdrop of in-fighting between rival crypto camps, exchange closures with allegations of insider trading, and the ever present government creep, there's a project that has until now gone