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  <title>Journey to Ixtlan</title>
  <subtitle>(are we there yet?)</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>kokopelle</name>
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  <updated>2015-06-22T23:35:22Z</updated>
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    <title>Poem - Driven</title>
    <published>2015-06-22T23:35:22Z</published>
    <updated>2015-06-22T23:35:22Z</updated>
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    <category term="driven"/>
    <category term="poem"/>
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    <category term="passion"/>
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    <content type="html">My poetic theme of the day is “drive”.    This worked out well because I had been thinking about WHY I do art stuff.  My lovely wife says I'm terribly brave.  I say that I'm old enough to get away with speaking my mind.  Any which way, I am driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven&lt;br /&gt;Poem for Day 173 – 20150622&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I wanted what I could hold,&lt;br /&gt;possessions of glittery function,&lt;br /&gt;to spend my time, to spin the wheels,&lt;br /&gt;once I was happy with these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to spin gossamer threads,&lt;br /&gt;creative expressions of my passions,&lt;br /&gt;philosophical nudgings from the left,&lt;br /&gt;and naughtiness of dance and delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, bad, and ugly are the source&lt;br /&gt;of words aligned with my creations.&lt;br /&gt;Pointed words to shock and to awe,&lt;br /&gt;with photographs to show the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom begone from this lyricist,&lt;br /&gt;I'll spin another song to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;Stanzas reflecting a life both held&lt;br /&gt;and one that I'd really like to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience is of their own choosing,&lt;br /&gt;reviewers of both pain and strife,&lt;br /&gt;my struggle with the world comes free&lt;br /&gt;to those who take their time to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others are drawn to the ripe romance,&lt;br /&gt;dance expressed in the objective,&lt;br /&gt;innuendo hiding in the subjective,&lt;br /&gt;with a wink and nudge say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask why I'm driven so,&lt;br /&gt;to produce poems and songs for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the truth be told,&lt;br /&gt;I do it for both you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thing's I like to share,&lt;br /&gt;reveal a part of myself to you.&lt;br /&gt;There are things I must share,&lt;br /&gt;driven to hold onto sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=538782" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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