waiting

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love, poetry, transform, waiting, whole

I didn’t know that I had
empty spaces
that were waiting for you

open the door

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anonymity, open door, roots, surrender, transformation

when you recognize that
sometimes
*anonymity*
does you a huge favor
and you also embrace that
*who you know*
and
*where you’ve been*
somehow
root you
(breathe)

well then,
I gather
my basket
is at least
*half full*

*integration*
*open the door*
*surrender*

star wish

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God, grace, poem, thankful, transform, wishes

I made a wish tonight
it was a dream forgotten
….
maybe you have one too.
maybe someone told you
to stop chasing it
and that it made no sense
or it had no value

but…

it gave you life!!
and wasn’t that the
most valuable gift?
and it was at your core
and it didn’t have to
COST a thing from you
but it was WORTH
ALL THE THINGS
because it was
YOURS.

and somehow…
you realize you are
SO VALUABLE
AND
SO LOVED
that you open your eyes
to see the new version
of the old
dream dream dream?
and it was there from
the beginning
and will be to the end.
and it was GIVEN
TO YOU FREELY.

this is amazing grace.
amazing grace.
let it go
let it be
let it be so

some kind of angel

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angel, antiquity, love, poetry, transcend, warrior

I still think you are
some kind of angel
one of those warrior types
like in antiquity
with metallic armour
hanging over your shoulders
while I gawk in awe

I grabbed onto your shoulders
but couldnt hold on
because I’m mortal.
so into the sky
I soared in some kind of trance
over the patchwork hills
looking for more shiny things…

is this why they call it falling in love?
because i fell in love
as you flew away

needs

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csn, dark star, groove, love, need, poetry

and another thing…
I need you.
so STFU.

dope

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Addiction, poetry, word play

I’m addicted
to things,
people, places…
whatever noun
it may be…
or a verb, perhaps…
and nowadays,
why not a pronoun?
or an adjective…
whatever it is…
I’m addicted
to it
if
it
sets
my
passions
on
fire

wake up

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fire, love, mystic, pathway, plasticity, poetry, transformation

it’s been awhile since I could
even let myself go there.
or here.

stop thinking.
stop looking.
stop feeling.

new pathways
override
the old.

but I’m drawn to nostalgia…

and there’s something about
the old paths…
like those low hanging branches
that create a mystic ambiance…

it evokes
it ignites
and wakes me the fuck up.

***remembering***

what we are made of

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balloons, love, passion, poem, valentine

wishing you a happy Valentine’s day
the cuddly kind where
someone you love
gets to curl up
against you like a little kitty
purring

the surprising kind, too
where your room’s filled
with helium balloons
that you pop
one by one
and you’re showered
with flower petals

and mostly, the magical kind
where your soul
gets to connect
in bodily form
thru any of your senses
chocolates, wine, cheese,
passionate touches

because this is what we’re made of

what is love like

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gratitude, love, poetry

he asked,
“but what is love like?”

and she answered:
“it’s inescapable…
when you fall so hard
that you have no choice
but to look upward
and watch the sky opening
while you sing with gratitude.

that’s what it’s like”

feelz

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confusion, poetry, suppression, whuuut

you people with all this..
…
self control…

….
I hate you.