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So Very Binoche

The movie was so
very Binoche, I
can’t talk about it.

Life at its best
is more than
poems left behind.

Or a fortune, or
a building with
ones name, or a
blog with an abrupt

If death waits for
no man, then what
does man live for?

Twists and turns
of life? Abuse,
horror, trouble,
and pain? I know
them all.

She spoke without
lines so well as
she dropped to her

Her priorities, her
choices became
clear to her in a
fiction where some
killed for what they
believed and others
died for what they

Anything driven by
anger or politics
alone can’t end
well, or so I thought.

Jesus endured the
pain and death of
the Cross because
the end was known
from the beginning.

A loving God sent
His son to die for
us; a loving God
doesn’t ask us to
die or kill for him.

The visual of youth
and beauty haunts
me, pains me so
very deeply.

The movie was so
very Binoche, I
can’t talk about it.

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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