In the curves of a feather
In the breath of a wind
In the Allie’s on a street
Grounded country feet
Beyond turbulent sorrows
Into most peaceful waters
Is where you’ll find my mind
At ease
Because love is peace
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Out of words
Plenty of Words
Too much said
Not enough said
Plenty of room
For misunderstanding
Not enough space
for silence or words
All that was said was words
All that remained silence
Still, not one person understood
not the words, not the silence
because sometimes we don’t care to see
sometimes, we rather not see
Spring into Summer
Summer to Fall
Fall into Winter
Winter into Spring
Different Seasons?
Same Seasons?
They happen every year
Cycling ever clear
Seasons are like rivers
The Water looks the same
We never touch the same water more than once
Heal your mother wound
Be bold, blossom and bloom
Get over your own scorn
Transcend and mourn
Revive and be more
Heal your father scars
So they don’t become prison bars
It’s easy to blame
But much more fulfilling to aim
For a better version
Of what you should actually believe
The life you are entitled to live
The first breath of a newborn
is relief in the ears of a father
to a mother, a new life form
counting all fingers and toes
each hair, follicle, skin fold
immersed in the scent
of a new baby born
the last breath yet to mourn
knowing life is a cycle
to appreciate life
death must be life’s norm
one breath exhaled death
in a breath, inhaled life
because death is part of life
In the morning’s dew
or the evening’s breeze
in that crooked smile
or that beam of sunlight
in the midnight hour
romantic howl
or the bird that sings
lullaby love brings
in the essence of every crevice
not one thing unturned
because love, is a permeable thing
life comes, and life goes
life simply flows
our minds get stuck
our memories retract
intentional attention
mindless motivation
filtering through pores
penetrating forms
reminisce and grow
let memories crescendo
from vital innuendos
and the rest, simply observe
Into the night, I cried
the tears the lie
the fear, the pride
the scorn so norm
the smell or spell
the words took forms
unoccupied wombs
Mother Earth blooms
chaotic muse
subtle abuse
mirrored reflections
turned perceptions
confused allegations
cathartic expressions
all in a night’s work
all in a day’s work
from dusk until dawn
dawn until dusk
Beginnings are Endings
Endings are Beginnings
Between those spaces
Iddle heart felt graces
Iddle none felt places
Because Beginnings are Endings
Endings are Beginnings
That is not always a bad thing
vagabond of words
homeless verbs
flowing through my nouns
enunciating sounds
temporary emotions
memories in motion
whispers in the night
perhaps seeping into daylight
letters are my canvas
birth and death, my inspiration
love and loss, my intervention
life oxygenation
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interpretations, proclamations, improvisations
innovations, art in words
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