Tag: poem
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Leaving Life – a poem
Rotting log Laid back in bliss casing breaking, core dark and moist sinking into the ground blazed and dreamy sinking into a bath of mud mingling with creatures it has never known who remove the chipping bark and give each piece a home AH, it sighs arms stretched out wide evaporation, rainbow vision consciousness becoming […]
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from a March evening (Fountain) – a poem
As the fountain flecks up tiny spheres, my eyes let droplets down Soft yams, a paper cup of soup I hold my arms and drown Inside the doors, the tuning strings, The children on the roof with wings, Outside old bones sink into grass I watch the fountain’s plastic tubes The evening dims, look left […]
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I want to hear yours again
Let me whisper back into you the love you gave me let me kiss your arms and rub your feet walk with me, look into me until we remember who we are and open our hearts back up do you want to hear my song? do you want to hear my song? I want to […]
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BetterHelp
My online therapist talked at me about Ram Dass for forty minutes and said it might have been better if I had died- That’s just how it is; You have to be Open. She continued to an image on her screen, When people die, It’s the world unfolding, The Way It Is I hear you […]
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lonely song
Solitary confinement is the worst punishment they inflict on any prisoner, and we’ve been through similar
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Sex is only for procreation
We will ban all sexual activityoutside the seven days a monthof possible fertility If your sperm aren’t swimming well,You must cease making love to your spouseand seek divorce We understand marriage is Only for making childrenso once the are raised up to schoolthere will be no marital caresses and kisses, defilers of the sacramentshall file […]
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sedona
it said,learn to nourish growing thingsit’s our birthright to giveheal the ones with broken wingsteach your children how to singand nourish what can grow purple flowers, cactusesred rocks, green trees, blue skythe ground supports my every stepthe wind, the fear of God in me dip your feet in the creekyou can’t see underneathsay a prayer […]
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Good Mary
Front pageVogue MagazineMy rigid bodyIs a thingI can useto exhaustion I give birthto ideals of the head Ideas of my own aredangerous, soI fill my mindfull of facts Predictable, reliableGood Mary I have left my bodyI get my values from societyI use my intuitionto figure out what others want from meLure themlovinglyfrom their dirty reality […]
Ashes and Dew 