<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Lessons from Life</title><description>https://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/








"Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger."     Nietzsche</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2026 05:29:40 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">2927</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><copyright>creative commons protected</copyright><itunes:summary>https://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/ "Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger." Nietzsche</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>https://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/ "Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger." Nietzsche</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>MJB</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>MJB</itunes:name></itunes:owner><item><title>the brink</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2024/09/the-brink.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2026 05:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-2457875465575930835</guid><description>sometimes, my soul flickerslike a candle in the breezegrasping at straws to reasonbut in the reasoning creepsstanding at a crossroadwhere hope and reason meetone path will hold victorythe other strong defeatthe echoes of the numbnessfrom silence to extremefrom shadows in the sunlightto a night with no moon beamsthe world that once did prosperso shiny, it did gleamslides down the slippery </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>lost from sight</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-from-sight.html</link><category>inspirational</category><category>reflection</category><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2026 04:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-5116041260771187866</guid><description>I followed the path
as if I had a choice
I lit the candle
and I heard the voice
the whisper in silence
the taunt in the night
the locust of despair
the hope lost from sight

all of the possibilities
that hide in my dreams
the wings of the angel
her halo that gleams
words don't match the lips
it is all out of sync
like an old B movie
pushing me over the brink

it doesn't make sense
I feel it just </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>Someone I'm Not</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-im-not.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2026 04:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-4239138580035119835</guid><description>There’s a lot of places&amp;nbsp;To be someone I’m not&amp;nbsp;A façade that I am holding&amp;nbsp;Hoping not to get caught&amp;nbsp;Acting always actinglike I have got it straightIf they knew what’s underneathIt wouldn't be that greatStrong, is all they'll ever seeNo one gets beneathKeeping up appearances&amp;nbsp;A mirror of what they seeKeeping up this misthrow&amp;nbsp;Keeping up the inner hellHow long can I do </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>more than you</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2017/07/more-than-you.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2026 08:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-8160267102237413356</guid><description>saddled my horse and spurred him hard
I rode fast and I rode far
through the plains in dead of night
now the mountains at last in sight

over my shoulder, vast terrain
nothing lost and nothing gained
alone again to still my thoughts
and all the worries that they've brought
many tabs open at the same time
what is yours and what is mine
separate hearts that beat the same
never a winner of this </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>pages</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapters.html</link><category>reflection</category><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2026 07:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-1459916125808183198</guid><description>as I write the pages
by dim candlelight
the ending maybe a mystery
hidden from my sightI jot down all the secrets
that I've never told
when the day was oh so hot
but the wind blows too cold

many promises broken
angry words that were said
in the white heat of anger
things I won't confessthese pages thick with love
the ink that is still wet
from the love that glistensand given without regret

the </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>Labor Day</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2026/09/labor-day.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 5 Sep 2026 07:43:45 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-2553148915850740579</guid><description>
 Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQniuYlxYKlXB96Wesc34_9w0CoqD0MS2bRVq8K6pEg7Ur3FaJryvmXqnteG2EVA3SDZjY9D9rPbomGJ4xFNf8ApS1VtISOHIL0OgSvk7GFre475UuyFcypA9tHdaNisBQQkAvAJd6WxfOjIPOnPNGSa41aXfhw0_4SMndik9e8s_WMAS8NEb9eX3BIjQ/s72-c/aassa.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>the best thing</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2016/07/the-best-thing.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 5 Sep 2026 07:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-8389506737357890050</guid><description>You&amp;nbsp;were wearing a&amp;nbsp;yellow shirt
sit next to me and we start to flirt
my favorite bar in my favorite town
life was dull before you came around

you're the best thing&amp;nbsp; I've ever done
two is better than only just one
I guess I knew right from the start
you'd be the one&amp;nbsp;to steal my heart

my leg accidently touches your knee
a current of violent electricity
ravages my body and you </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>blueprint</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/blueprint.html</link><category>relationship</category><pubDate>Sat, 5 Sep 2026 07:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-464506965784531461</guid><description>I thought it was all sorted
the truth from just this oneand you know I'm a sleuth
when there's work to be done
I'm reading&amp;nbsp;between red lineswhere clarity escapesit seems the subjects twisted
this saga has some gapes

I think that the sweet breeze
blowing from mountains north
started way before
the band ever played our song
it doesn't really matter,&amp;nbsp;when fragility's lost its glow&amp;nbsp;&amp;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>Lyrics Of My Life</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/lyrics-of-my-life.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 5 Sep 2026 07:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-857987343004648581</guid><description>Prose that’s put to music
Lyrics of my life
Sung in soft and bluesy tones
Wonder, loving, strife

A melody of amazement
A rhapsody of passion
A song of aspiration
An opera of emotion

The chords of deep dissension
Played by violins
A harp for softer moments
A cello for my sins

The maestro does conduct it all
Standing with baton
The symphony well directed
As my life plays on</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>the next best thing</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-best-thing.html</link><category>Love</category><pubDate>Sat, 5 Sep 2026 04:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-6480040775724266727</guid><description>are we all waiting for the next best thing?&amp;nbsp;while we rest on this plateauis the hidden from sight&amp;nbsp;our active imagination?&amp;nbsp;causing dreams that come at nightare we always looking over our shoulder&amp;nbsp;wondering if it passed us by?&amp;nbsp;was it at that busy intersection?&amp;nbsp;the corner of was and will be&amp;nbsp;where we jay-walked with indiscretion&amp;nbsp;why not slow down and just </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>shadows from the moon</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/shadows-from-moon.html</link><category>reflection</category><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2026 09:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-6491823858760768548</guid><description>the moon glows eerily on mountain rangescasting shadows long and strange&amp;nbsp;saguaro standing tall and lean&amp;nbsp;with brush and boulders in between&amp;nbsp;stars don't help or shed some light&amp;nbsp;no settling this disturbance tonight&amp;nbsp;coyote roam and search for prey&amp;nbsp;to keep the rumbling stomachs at bay&amp;nbsp;thoughts cast and fall on desert terrain&amp;nbsp;wondering what'll happen if we meet </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>like a dream</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-dream.html</link><category>Love</category><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2026 09:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-8303331370329853039</guid><description>when the dream becomes reality&amp;nbsp;and the reality like a dream&amp;nbsp;when fire catches and ignites&amp;nbsp;but is much more extreme&amp;nbsp;the moon breaks through the scattered clouds&amp;nbsp;the wind pushes colors of fall&amp;nbsp;a galaxy of stars surround&amp;nbsp;as love takes in it all&amp;nbsp;closed eyes open, my heart beats faster&amp;nbsp;it's all in the scheme of things&amp;nbsp;when the dream becomes reality&amp;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>never</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/never.html</link><category>lost love</category><category>reflection</category><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2026 06:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-1212408126035108297</guid><description>I'll never say those words again
I'll bite my tongue and hold them in
what lays spilled on a sticky floor
when it all gushed out that time before
I'll never say those words again

I'll never feel like that again
I'll bury it deep like unforgiven sin
what drifts in dreams, forgotten by morn
swept up like hair after its been shorn
I'll never feel like that again

I'll never hope like that again
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>one more time</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-more-time.html</link><category>Love</category><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2026 06:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-3363688591690019056</guid><description>questions burn
pages turn
still some secrets
I must learn

behind, our past
don't look back
nothing there
but smoke and ash

still, the dreams
my mind screams
waylaid answers
I get it seems

in between
crisp, fresh sheets
love starts over
for you and me

one more time
it's all fine
still I wonderwhat's on your mind

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>between wonder and love</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/between-wonder-and-love.html</link><category>relationship</category><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2026 05:48:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-3899319270358868425</guid><description>they meet in the middle
between east and west
between sunrise and sunset
somewhere between dependence and indifference

they meet in the middle
between unsure and surreal
between unopened and unsealed
somewhere between give and take

they meet in the middle
between rain and sun
between ended and just begun
somewhere between fact and fiction

they meet in the middle
between forgiveness and grace
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>the valley</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-valley.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 5 Aug 2026 07:18:12 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-8483364345746551364</guid><description>
 Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAvGW8ZZZkEWeBH3LIlZGEOk51pnq7U6LlcMJ2k4I_uQuXiys8AgctsaZZP7QrL0s1OC9JL_l-n9vdaABhh_zVVmr7Ey1ULgdw4RDXxQ9v4CmWYxnoFMUm32_wyjSoXLoltUsW_DahI6NKEOaa6YTEv1YhhbZKOUANZ1hDK5Gqdtl2wBYWHAOS1ordjc09/s72-c/aswe1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>once or twice</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/once-or-twice.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 5 Aug 2026 05:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-178986272205213096</guid><description>once or twice I thought I saw you   where shadows stretch across rock lawn    but it was the heat from the sun’s rays    a mirage evaporating into evening dust        once or twice I thought I heard you    drifting silently into a dream    when I looked you were not there    faceless lessons I finally learned        once or twice I thought I smelled    ambrosia left from morsels of love    it </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>peace</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2026/08/peace.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 2 Aug 2026 07:17:08 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-601109859572214191</guid><description>Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfABTBl8oWRSZhO0QM8hndOyitx8RFHXON8SWJkSZYkPTxzwxdBG5L1d50YiMqfIP2xOkogAfLX9Pj-6jOBhQgXAkUQnE6Tzj-QYKbwUvdNNT16fg3MZFYdiakUBB_XHwSizftwTe4DOsytgi0MPnwhdJll98o3rEaggqH-J5Rx3TK5VFsAE4-np_Qh1tN/s72-c/aqa1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>to sleep</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-sleep.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2026 05:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-135454643037711559</guid><description>maybe even dreamdream of what it all might meanintent clear at dawnPoetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>love sleeps soundly</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-sleeps-soundly.html</link><category>Love</category><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2026 05:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-826322556660937336</guid><description>the sun shines in your smile&amp;nbsp;your eyes the color of blue sky&amp;nbsp;your touch warm like the rays&amp;nbsp;you start my day&amp;nbsp;the moon glows through blinds&amp;nbsp;the stars blanket cool skin&amp;nbsp;your voice the whisper of a mountain breeze&amp;nbsp;when you say "good night baby"love sleeps soundly in your arms
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>pirouette</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/pirouette.html</link><category>reflection</category><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2026 05:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-4332137370629758833</guid><description>on my toes, but not my game&amp;nbsp;a ballerina's pirouette&amp;nbsp;Louboutin's with a red soul&amp;nbsp;make a pretty silhouette&amp;nbsp;crystal clear the morning lightthe wine a deepest burgundy&amp;nbsp;switching always back and forth&amp;nbsp;bending deeply from my knees&amp;nbsp;sleep, don't sleep&amp;nbsp;dream, don't dream&amp;nbsp;black and white to hazy gray&amp;nbsp;this is how it seems&amp;nbsp;want, don't wantlove, don't </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>dreams on water</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-on-water.html</link><category>inspirational</category><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2026 04:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-1783826523457161346</guid><description>hiding behind trees at the lake&amp;nbsp;leaves falling in full moon light&amp;nbsp;trading all we had for something new&amp;nbsp;moonbeams glistening like diamonds&amp;nbsp;sparkling dreams on rippling waterover pebbles straight to the ocean&amp;nbsp;night birds call, gliding, ascending&amp;nbsp;around the corner where the river is bending&amp;nbsp;down the timeless banks of change&amp;nbsp;where sleeplessness awaits&amp;nbsp;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>two shadows</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-shadows.html</link><category>Love</category><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2026 04:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-156399701692530186</guid><description>two shadows meet
and fuse&amp;nbsp;into one
a mixture, a blending
of sorts has begun
when darkness falls
a new song has been sung
when daylight emerges
so does a tight bond
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>indomitable</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/indomitable.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2026 04:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-2265485178838294827</guid><description>Writing what I feel and think&amp;nbsp;dissatisfaction, dilemmas, disillusion,my soul and spirit in blog.&amp;nbsp;It eases the pain somehowhelps me to come to terms,thinking I am in control&amp;nbsp;when a higher power dictates&amp;nbsp;the past and the future.&amp;nbsp;All that I am and will be,&amp;nbsp;a future mapped out long ago&amp;nbsp;a course that can not be changeddark and light at the same time.&amp;nbsp;Expecting </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (MJB)</author></item><item><title>life, also</title><link>http://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/2026/07/life-also.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2026 06:27:41 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505660522183465604.post-3766580563130157311</guid><description>
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