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	<title>Charley Socci &#187; Haiku</title>
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		<title>A Forgotton Poem &#8211; To Those Who Would Judge</title>
		<link>http://socci.com/blog/2008/12/11/a-forgotton-poem-to-those-who-would-judge/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 04:49:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wrote this back in the Spring of this year. It is an expression of some deeply personal conflicts, and a plea to those prone to rush to judgment. &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;- When does it all stop - Embracing this foul hatred - From so far away? Arrogance or pride? What makes it so plain for you [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="entrytitle">I wrote this back in the Spring of this year. It is an expression of some deeply personal conflicts, and a plea to those prone to rush to judgment.</div>
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<p>When does it all stop -<br />
Embracing this foul hatred -<br />
From so far away?</p>
<p>Arrogance or pride?<br />
What makes it so plain for you -<br />
That which puzzles me?</p>
<p>Would you stone them all -<br />
Adulterers, perverts, queers?<br />
Can YOU cast the first?</p>
<p>Suffering the same<br />
You and I are no different<br />
We can both feel pain</p>
<p>We both have a heart<br />
With truth it only opens<br />
With hate it slams shut</p>
<p>Water, carbon, more -<br />
We are made from the same dust,<br />
Brother and sister</p></div>
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		<title>On the Verge of Something</title>
		<link>http://socci.com/blog/2008/07/04/on-the-verge-of-something/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 21:48:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>csocci</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[potential to spare no catalyst to be found where am i going safe on the sidelines much too afraid to jump in comfort is a myth lottery ticket waiting for the phone to ring salvation is late your ride isn&#8217;t mine why do i rent your journey i&#8217;ve one of my own who the hell [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>potential to spare<br />
no catalyst to be found<br />
where am i going</p>
<p>safe on the sidelines<br />
much too afraid to jump in<br />
comfort is a myth</p>
<p>lottery ticket<br />
waiting for the phone to ring<br />
salvation is late</p>
<p>your ride isn&#8217;t mine<br />
why do i rent your journey<br />
i&#8217;ve one of my own</p>
<p>who the hell are you<br />
that i should try to fit in<br />
true to your standard</p>
<p>I am thinking big<br />
I&#8217;ve gathered some grand ideas<br />
Bits of light shine through</p>
<p>Then back to the now<br />
Shiftless, angry, and strung out<br />
Blaming all but me</p>
<p>I&#8217;m just a coward<br />
with a dream and a few skills<br />
scared shitless to try</p>
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		<title>Losing a Friend</title>
		<link>http://socci.com/blog/2008/04/20/losing-a-friend/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:34:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When can you say this &#8212; that someone is a true friend? &#8212;a day, or a year? It doesn&#8217;t matter One day or a whole lifetime When the vibe is right I hadn&#8217;t seen you - seemed forever and a day. Then I heard you were gone. Just another day in paradise you told me [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When can you say this &#8212;<br />
that someone is a true friend?<br />
&#8212;a day, or a year?</p>
<p>It doesn&#8217;t matter<br />
One day or a whole lifetime<br />
When the vibe is right</p>
<p>I hadn&#8217;t seen you -<br />
seemed forever and a day.<br />
Then I heard you were gone.</p>
<p>Just another day<br />
in paradise you told me<br />
A place you could be</p>
<p>Free from the sheriff<br />
And those who might seek to harm<br />
Boy against nature</p>
<p>From the day we met<br />
No judgments made between us<br />
You came as you were</p>
<p>Here in this moment<br />
mistakes past, future unknown<br />
See me as I am</p>
<p>You asked nothing that<br />
I accept you as you are<br />
we are both good souls</p>
<p>Dear friends like you<br />
Who just see me as I am<br />
Are precious and rare</p>
<p>&#8211; For my friend Ron &#8220;Ronda Riviera&#8221; Wright</p>
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		<title>Gaining Wisdom</title>
		<link>http://socci.com/blog/2008/04/04/gaining-wisdom/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 08:48:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As in a city, lost, walking round in circles - pacing the same streets. My true place to be lay on the next block over. But I never knew. I chose to wander too proud to ask directions most could have given. Living in the now is useless, if not mindful of the guide inside. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img align="left" width="204" src="http://www.socci.com/pan.jpg" height="294" style="width: 204px; height: 294px" />As in a city,<br />
lost, walking round in circles -<br />
pacing the same streets.</p>
<p>My true place to be<br />
lay on the next block over.<br />
But I never knew.</p>
<p>I chose to wander<br />
too proud to ask directions<br />
most could have given.</p>
<p>Living in the now<br />
is useless, if not mindful<br />
of the guide inside. (who knows when to ask)</p>
<p>In my early years,<br />
my course was never steady -<br />
to and fro like wind.</p>
<p>Sudden adulthood -<br />
Youth wasted, indecision -<br />
The game now for keeps.</p>
<p>Mistakes everywhere,<br />
bankruptcy ensued, all kinds.<br />
I slashed and I burned.</p>
<p>Illness, poor choices.<br />
The fruit? A cataclysm.<br />
Near death, I lay grim.</p>
<p>Like some mythic man,<br />
I refused to die prostrate.<br />
My mission was clear.</p>
<p>It seems that wisdom<br />
is a sliver of pale light -<br />
Waxing and waning</p>
<p>Be still, be mindful.<br />
The light becomes a beacon -<br />
forget; it grows dim</p>
<p>Age, pain, survival,<br />
can teach important lessons -<br />
If one can let go.</p>
<p>Let go of yourself.<br />
Live for the rest of the world<br />
Find the empathy.</p>
<p> Park Avenue South, Charles Socci 2003</p>
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		<title>On Speaking, Listening, and Observing</title>
		<link>http://socci.com/blog/2008/03/08/on-speaking-listening-and-observing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 07:20:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[wisdom&#8217;s born of pain some people find it&#8217;s comfort not the self engaged a fool will speak out when no question has been posed integrity lost sage, humble and wise will wait until the last word perhaps not speaking Who shall I become? old dog watching things pass by knowing more than me.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>wisdom&#8217;s born of pain<br />
some people find it&#8217;s comfort<br />
not the self engaged</p>
<p>a fool will speak out<br />
when no question has been posed<br />
integrity lost</p>
<p>sage, humble and wise<br />
will wait until the last word<br />
perhaps not speaking</p>
<p>Who shall I become?<br />
old dog watching things pass by<br />
knowing more than me.</p>
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		<title>Bitter Pills To Swallow</title>
		<link>http://socci.com/blog/2007/10/17/bitter-pills-to-swallow/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 02:58:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tiny bitter pills Another one to swallow Another day gone Mama didnt say But there are bones in this fish Chew it carefully The air is foul here Yet one must breath to survive Plug your nose and laugh Once my wine was pure Now its filled with sediment I filter the grit No more golden [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tiny bitter pills<br />
Another one to swallow<br />
Another day gone</p>
<p>Mama didnt say<br />
But there are bones in this fish<br />
Chew it carefully</p>
<p>The air is foul here<br />
Yet one must breath to survive<br />
Plug your nose and laugh</p>
<p>Once my wine was pure<br />
Now its filled with sediment<br />
I filter the grit</p>
<p>No more golden haze<br />
My light lacks natural color<br />
Blue skies a memory</p>
<p>And so I move on<br />
I filter, endure and laugh<br />
What else can i do?</p>
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		<title>The Bumper Sticker Said, &#8220;If you aren&#8217;t pissed off; you aren&#8217;t paying attention.&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://socci.com/blog/2007/09/07/the-bumper-sticker-said-if-you-arent-pissed-off-you-arent-paying-attention/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 22:57:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[like a radio that tunes the strongest station the loudest one wins ideas that aren&#8217;t your&#8217;s want for a path to follow too frightened to search accepting it all believing without question never asking why reject all of it do not accept what they say they hide all that&#8217;s true searching for the truth its [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>like a radio<br />
that tunes the strongest station<br />
the loudest one wins</p>
<p>ideas that aren&#8217;t your&#8217;s<br />
want for a path to follow<br />
too frightened to search</p>
<p>accepting it all<br />
believing without question<br />
never asking why</p>
<p>reject all of it<br />
do not accept what they say<br />
they hide all that&#8217;s true</p>
<p>searching for the truth<br />
its not the easiest way<br />
but comfort will come</p>
<p>all is in plain view<br />
one must simply look at it<br />
squarely without fear</p>
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		<title>Impervious Gown</title>
		<link>http://socci.com/blog/2007/08/19/impervious-gown/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 23:16:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[impervious gown said the box on the counter sterile on the shelf patiently waiting as good patients always do where is the doctor? quite bruised and bloodied he lay still on the gurney a sudden ending life&#8217;s not forever though many pretend it is death will always come]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>impervious gown<br />
said the box on the counter<br />
sterile on the shelf</p>
<p>patiently waiting<br />
as good patients always do<br />
where is the doctor?</p>
<p>quite bruised and bloodied<br />
he lay still on the gurney<br />
a sudden ending</p>
<p>life&#8217;s not forever<br />
though many pretend it is<br />
death will always come</p>
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		<title>Lost In His Work</title>
		<link>http://socci.com/blog/2007/08/04/lost-in-his-work/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2007 03:18:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[dazed and so confused scrambling to meet the deadline far too little sleep push yourself harder the world might end if you don&#8217;t as if that were true ever longer days I can barely even think is today sunday? the madness creeps in never knowing when to stop how much is enough I&#8217;ve left the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>dazed and so confused<br />
scrambling to meet the deadline<br />
far too little sleep</p>
<p>push yourself harder<br />
the world might end if you don&#8217;t<br />
as if that were true</p>
<p>ever longer days<br />
I can barely even think<br />
is today sunday?</p>
<p>the madness creeps in<br />
never knowing when to stop<br />
how much is enough</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve left the planet<br />
I orbit some other mass<br />
far out of your range</p>
<p>there are deep caverns<br />
they remain absent of light<br />
places you can&#8217;t go</p>
<p>a thousand feet down<br />
you pump the oxygen down<br />
so that I can breath</p>
<p>back to outer space<br />
solar batteries are low<br />
its time to come home</p>
<p>hello ground control<br />
are we go for re-entry?<br />
plot my safe return</p>
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		<title>A Poem For My Wife</title>
		<link>http://socci.com/blog/2007/07/05/a-poem-for-my-wife/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 01:28:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I often wonder why it was I you chose dear or was the choice mine? does it yet matter? we are now the best of friends the way it should be romance novels tell of slender heroes wooing no, they are not I balding and chubby proudly farting in my chair you bring me dinner [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img width="75" height="75" align="left" src="http://www.socci.com/minirose.jpg" />I often wonder<br />
why it was I you chose dear<br />
or was the choice mine?</p>
<p>does it yet matter?<br />
we are now the best of friends<br />
the way it should be</p>
<p>romance novels tell<br />
of slender heroes wooing<br />
no, they are not I</p>
<p>balding and chubby<br />
proudly farting in my chair<br />
you bring me dinner</p>
<p>off to the bedroom<br />
for a special little game<br />
familiar partners</p>
<p>what time is our show?<br />
we really shouldn&#8217;t miss it<br />
where is that ice cream?</p>
<p>where you are is home<br />
my Venus and Nightingale<br />
you are a blessing</p>
<p>those dark nights are gone<br />
you brought the lamp of loving<br />
and gave me new life</p>
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