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‘Thought’ and ‘Do’

Whether young or old, failing to accomplish large or menial tasks, risking feeling good about ourselves, is one of our shadows.  Procrastination is a harming habit, if not to our wishful accomplishments, then to our personal demeanor.  This ugly habit is a juggernaut to crack.  Good luck if you have this habit and congratulations if you don’t.  I don’t get congratulations.  Have a great day wherever you live in the world!



‘Thought’ and ‘Do’


In a moment’s time, like the one that just passed,
the idea that we had, is now in the past
and probably won’t return…. with as vivid a clue
and thus lies the problem between the ‘thought’ and the ‘do.’

For many a man, his life’s… a…. retread
and ponders what happened….scratching his head.
His hours of the day…. live fast and decay
and a day of his life quickly squanders away.

We’re keen on ideas with visions to share
but complicate the mind about things that we care
that keeps us from pursuing our original thought
and soon it’s too late and we know 
we’ve been caught…

caught at procrastinating… another day in our life;
waiting for tomorrow;  adding to our strife
at trying to do…. what should have been done
a day or so back…..when it would have been fun.

The lesson to learn is in the habit to break
and that is the problem and a hard one to shake
Thoughts and ideas will continue to come
Seize them and ‘do’ them…. before your life’s done.

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano

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Imaginary Ghost Writer

In my post, ‘Of Time We Shared Alone,’  I mention that I must have a ‘imaginary ghost writer’ that makes my mind produce ideas that come, in an instant, from I don’t know where.

If  “she’s”  the one that makes my mind think of other things, I’ll put ‘her’ in a bottle and set her adrift….well….if I catch ‘her’….hehe

Until then, I have to pay her tribute, I guess,  in this………’Imaginary Ghost Writer.’

Imaginary ghost writer

In among the phantom space
deep within my mind,
she ‘lives’ in mystery without a trace
in among the phantom space.
Her wardrobe has to be of lace,
in fiber all entwined,
in among the phantom space
deep within my mind.

Imaginary ghost and sneaky writer,
it’s in my mind, where doth she dwell
and carries ‘pricksters’, for she’s a fighter…
imaginary ghost and sneaky writer.
She pricks the mind; it’s quick and brighter
and I have thoughts and she won’t tell
imaginary ghost and sneaky writer
it’s in my mind, where doth she dwell

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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