W&M

 

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You pacifed your wounds with smoke and spirits

I held hand doubtful, you were deaf to hear it,

This affection is rare and can’t be faked

And you take and take and take

Filling your pockets with the best of my intentions,

Why have I left myself with only crumbs?  The question, my lesson,

I will not allow myself to drop into limerance and only be caught by cold hard Earth,

You could have caught me had you only known your worth,

I can’t convince you of what you don’t know to be true,

This is why my love, I now release you.

 

I release you that I might hold onto me,

 

May we find peace and hearts lustrous, beaming, free

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NaPoWriMo Day 11: A poem that addresses the future

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http://psypressuk.com/2012/07/06/event-ancient-future-presents-the-artist-tokio-aoyama/

The light/shadow of the future calls,

My body moves in lock step with time’s song,

Within the days yet to be

I clearly hear and see,

Pots of bubbling soup, wind chimes and child’s laughter,

Order from chaos, chaos from order, cyclical before and after’s,

Melodies,

Mentors and Mentees,

Abundant birds nest,

Moments of frenetic energy balanced with much needed rest,

Cups of tea

That line the seas,

Friends who are happy to listen and help as they can,

Rain, flowers and a trip to Japan,

Finding peace with Sisyphean boulders,

Young at heart, yet getting older,

All these and more the future holds for me,

I trust and into it I step, confidently.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 7: Layers of Identity

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Which pronoun do you address me by? Which do you see?

All fully realized, un/re-fulfilled, all facets of reality,

At the helm, some say a soul, a spark, a brain at the wheel,

Which primordial raindrop do you feel?

Sparks flying in the celestial, containing all galaxies,

Villain/Hero, Mythic/Attested, Ever evolving ,

Sempre aeternam tempus, only ever just

Me

Spinning Ruah

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http://www.epilogue.net/art/28908-the-storms-tornado

The hallway between us, tornado alley,

It feels as if there are magnets behind our eyes,

Pulling us towards a cyclone orbit,

If I could count your pennies,

They might add up and cancel out the bass drum heartbeat that leaves me breathless,

But for now, I brush lips against wind,

Breathe in the breeze, trusting that the storm will pass.