There are hearts that seek loving
there are hearts that keep hoping
there are no distant boundaries
or an organized Calvary
There are souls that seek silence
and there are souls that seek kindness
In the challenge of me
It can only be solved as we
So hearts seek a home
a place to belong
nothing is linear
What is forgiveness without acceptance?
What is acceptance without forgiveness?
What is judgment alongside ignorance?
What is ignorance alongside judgment?
For the highest of places
May not hold all graces
and the lowest of holes
may not be, the lowest of forms
Painters paint life through a brush
and Songs tell of life with a crush
writers with each seamless verse
and artists through motion, paint, music, and words
lethal actions and words
healing actions and verse
but wait! you are not alone
can’t you see in this life we live
only our minds will get what we give
So when you find yourself alone
perhaps with another or simply at home
kindly remind yourself
that the story that matters most
is the one we create on our own
for unkind words and hateful souls
may only speak, but for a while
but loving hearts and careful thoughts
will create a legacy beyond the idle
forgiveness without acceptance
acceptance without forgiveness
judgment alongside ignorance
ignorance alongside judgment
True Death
Thankfully We are Alive
and today
is another day
to Start
LetyM
Superficial words
can be sticks with folds
the stones that cast
at best a past
that is brought to the present
to harm the unborn cresent
but if you don’t swim deep
what would you keep?
would you be able to see?
if you are always protective
and always neglecting
what would you be?
vulnerability is like this
you birth
expose
regress
progress
fall
rise
live
die
until one day
you think no more
you choose to exist
flaws included
and that is all
Acceptance
When the day has gone
and the night has come
Did I help create
or perhaps neglect
Did I stand up for another?
Did I speak for my brother?
Did I speak for myself?
Did I choose the words to spell?
Was it a given assumption
without given corruption
In the impact we make
and the words that partake
Did they come from within
or were they next to kin
With deeper reflection
without making exception
did I listen, more than speak
did I silence, more then preach
Did I take the time to be still
and make sure my words are my will
When we shed the cloth of numbers
and the illness given hungers
the judgment in skin colors
or the labels posted somber
When we look into the mirror
and we see internal heroes
perhaps, than perhaps
we may say, I see you
turn our face to another
and without paying a matter
we may say, I see you
When I look in the mirror
and I let go of assumptions
let go of expectations
let go of the imaginations
let go of the proclamations
and I take a deeper look
I see myself
ACCEPTANCE
No Soy Calladita
No soy calladita
No quiero ser la más bonita
Calladita te ves más bonita
Mujer tienes que ser calladita
I am not silent
Beauty is not silence
Silence makes you pretty
To have beauty, you must be silenced
I don’t want to fit in
I don’t want to sit still
I don’t want to smile
I don’t want to be silenced
I don’t walk behind you
I don’t walk before you
I don’t walk with you
If that means I can’t speak
I don’t bow to your words
So don’t silence my cords
Don’t reach out for my lips
When your mouth bellows, scorns
Regurgitated words
That stab backs like sinister swords
Calladita te vez más bonita
While I sit there and mourn
The loss of the Niña
The fading of a girl
The disappearance of innocence
The potential of a leader
Calladita NO more
Calladita te vez más bonita
In a world not meant for you
Calladita no te ves más bonita
In a world meant for you
No seas calladita
Speak up and be bonita
The world is waiting
Tears on my face
They drip and they lace
The many interactions
The many inactions
To save this place
We always race
To destroy and erase
What we cannot replace
Earth
Drip down my cheeks
Pollution slowly creeps
Earth
I take a deep breath
Because I don’t know
When I’ll take my last breath
I only know
Earth
We need it
Life is a token
moments unspoken
living a series
of fun and quite serious
Time is of the essence
When we realize our presence
Choosing moments as given
Our lives can be driven
What comes, goes
what goes, comes
what rises, falls
what falls, rises
what is, isn’t
what isn’t, is
what will be, was
what was, will be
what we speak, is silenced
what we silence, speaks
A labyrinth in roads
My skin deflects swords
allowing the essence
necessary for presence
To see is to love
To be is to have
To touch is to taste
The Choice of the Brave
Life is a token
moments unspoken
LetyM
What are Words?
At the center or core
When they leave your lips
Do they sit at your hips?
At the groin or your loins
Do they slide up your spine?
Do they creep through your skin?
Do they climax and rise?
What are words?
Do they enter your skin?
Sip through your pores
Melt in your bones
Do they sit in your connections?
Do they have good intentions?
Sensual connotations
What are words?
Do they slide into place?
Back and forth
In and out
soft and exhilarating
fast and slow
While they make you excited
Your body uncontrollably trembles
Your muscles quiver
Slowly they creep
They sleep in your brain
Unconcious caress
It is not neurotic
It is not in your neurons
It is not what you think
Because words after all
Are what you choose to believe
Words have no meaning
What are words
They are after all
What you wish them to be
Choose your words wisely
Falling or Rising
Rising or Falling
What butterflies do
When they grow in the darkness
They sit, they grow, they shape, they form
Upside-down encapsulated, protected, Secured
Eventually, they form, flourish, and rise
From Darkness to Light
The Darkness protecting the Monarch to be
What if the light was your darkness?
What if the darkness was your light?
Rising or Falling
Falling or Rising
What if you walked upside down and inside out?
What if your fall was your rise?
What if your darkest moments were the light you needed?
What if your toughest challenges were your securement?
What if your difficulties lead you to your blessings?
What if you fall but you are actually rising?
What if you are rising but feel like you are falling?
Rising or Falling
Falling or Rising
What do you see?
Can you actually see?
Rising or Falling
Falling or Rising
from a seedling roots will grow
and from those roots a fresh sprout
the sprout matures into a leaf
the leaf embraces and supports the flower
the flower blooms and the bees and hummingbirds arrive
they taste, feast, and spread the fertilizer
another seedling grows
the wind carries the seeds and blows them in the air
the air plays, shoves, pushes, pulls, and sways
the rain falls and barries the seed deep in the dark soil
in the dark the seedling sits, waiting, sitting
from that dark clouds, the rain falls
the rain waters the seed through that darkness
the seedling pushes through the soil
one day, without warning, it sprouts
into the light and darkness
some seedlings are carried and nurtured
they are transported and eased into their new land
some seedlings have to push through the soil
they get tousled in the wind until they break through their own land
both seeds will fly away to new lands
both seeds will get there through different paths
both seeds have roots
both seeds get wings
both seeds get soil
both seeds get rain
both seeds get darkness one more than the other
both seeds get light one more than the other
both seeds must grow
both seeds will sprout
both seeds have roots and wings and wings and roots
and from the seedlings
roots will grow
different paths and yet they sprout
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