As the dawn breaks through Another cloudy sky I’m remembering “I”. Who I was before the throws Of life scared me So much so that I escaped to the sea. All I found were mermaids And every day my memories fade Of their cool bodies and jellyfish hair. They really decided to care. And then […]

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Sage Green

Sage green Is most comforting to me. It reminds me of the forest Where I used to rest And find refuge from Those with extra-large thumbs. In palmistry that means That the ego has the reigns And is running the show Without regard for how it goes. Sage green Saving me from those Who were […]

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Yellow means that I am mellow, Happy for a time. I process energy from the universe, Efficiently, effectively, and effortlessly. Knowing well how to manage Every advantage That I’ve been gifted. And no, it is not thrifted, This yellow that I see Is originally me.

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All of the nice things That I’ve yearned for so long Are flowing directly To me. It is not a game of ping-pong, Or a tit for tat. It’s more of a flowing river And I can get directly Behind that.

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Contemplating When

A ballpoint pen Is really quite divine When you want to spend a little time In your den Contemplating when The expansion will arrive. And when it does come in, Where will I be then? I’m guessing at home or the gym. Somewhere nearby, So I don’t have far to fly When the news comes […]

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I missed you the other night When you weren’t around. I hope that you were sleeping tight And dreaming safe and sound. I forgot to tell you When I saw your face again. If I could only show you, And if I could only see, I know that we’d be friends.

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They tell me I’m mysterious, But I do not think I’m serious Enough for that. And you would think That in a blink I could disappear. I will probably never come back. My socials change As does my home address. But while I’m there I’ll overshare With a statement or two. I guess that opens […]

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On bended knee, The man gave me a daisy. In a box, passed in secret, Was a ring. I did not keep it. And then the letter, A promise for a simple life, From the men who caused me strife.

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When the binding’s worn And pages fall out I am torn By the idea of going without. On the one end I do not need to send Energy into what is old. On the other If I go without Then my little feet may get cold.

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