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I Remember Warmth. {poetry}

I don’t really understand poetry, no Unless there’s entirety, circularity, and illumination An off beat Unless I can hear the voice, Unless there’s some sweetness to which I can attribute a human spirit Unless there’s cradled attention, consistent and voluntary unless I can feel the softness

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Relax. {poetry}

Meaning comes from the experience of a life’s dedication to discovering one’s truth; the individualized calling to accomplish all you have come here to do.

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Once Upon a Tide of Tears. {poetry}

We don’t cry after years of absorbing others’ fears that we’ll never stop or we’ll go mad. But madness lies in the very lies that choke our cries so we can go with the 'Fine' status quo.

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It Rained. {poetry}

I clawed through my denim hide, muddied beyond recognition. Then the cotton casing, wet and black. I stripped completely to expose my human skin. I spun and twirled to the ricochet of thunder booming through the valley, slinging water droplets like magic fire from my fingertips. I skipped and ...

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Slow Stanzas of Release Through the Stages of Grief: A Triptych. {poetry}

Your daughter remembers you Holding you in her heart That leads the way to where we are today

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Tombs. {poetry}

Tie my acres of veins around the globe Marking our compass path of the future The roads of the path like rough guitar strings, leading the way out into the pulsing planet

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I Am Walking Through Trees, Falling in Love. {poetry}

So I watch as his luminescent hands trace my body as if it was Braille and his mouth inhale my breath as if it were smoke and his eyes stoke the embers of my passions...

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Hey, Code-Breaker. {poetry}

When you're ready enough, reach up through the rubble with your dusty, bloodstained hand, and with all you got, answer the call from the Code-Breaker.

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Tradition: I Remember Womanhood. {poetry}

Fitted suit, tilted fedora and a doe-eyed expression before death of a betrayed love, Moved along by the crevasse of Astaire’s curved embrace, Soothed in conversation to the lullaby of Jimmy Stewart’s draw, Serenaded by Sinatra under a painted moonlight.

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Celebrate You. {poetry}

Celebrate you. Not just the achievements. Nor merely the survivals. But the calm and the mundane as well. For it is the canvas holding you the space upon which you are (being) painted.

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