All posts tagged: poetry

Coming Home to Myself

Somewhere in another dimensionMy higher self calls to meThe message comes in from the winds And a song, which carries me to a new place It’s here I close my eyesAnd I am surrounded by all of the letters of the words that know me […]

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Reality Can Wait

I tell them “lose yourself at least once a day” Reality can wait It doesn’t exist in any case, it’s just a mental state Choose yourself, more importantly Reality can wait Revel in your own magic and know its not too late

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Can One Distill Life

How much of what we tell ourselves is in fact the truth? Can one distill life and cut out the fluff? Or is the fluff the place we should begin? When something is said, will it be meant tomorrow too? Or do we all just […]

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Chart of a Course

One question, what if Hangs in the air What if there’s something Something there You can sense it, so can I Hanging in the balance, on the wind, in the sky What if we take it, pull it forth What is the outcome; this new […]

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And I Held On To You

Over the mountains suddenly A sharp wind and darkening dew The harrowing jolt of thunder And I held on to you It was an odd sensation A rattle on the door A loud and defeating echo And then it was no more

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Let All Sweet Things Prevail

Let’s go live the last lingering moments of summer Let’s run across the fields And lie in the grass and talk and dream And forget reality   Let’s swim in the deep ocean Or walk a shady trail And marvel at the sunset Let all […]

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Love unconditional

Let’s talk about the blissful moments The ones kept in a mental box To unpack when you’re feeling raw Inside lies Laughter of the most infectious quality The victorious feeling of successful accomplishment Happy promises made and kept Resilience, courage, dreams, hope Love unconditional   […]

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Ravenous

Sometimes its good to be hungry Be consumed with ache and yearning Until we are Ravenous Unfulfillment is a fuel For those whom weakness doesn’t become

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The Language of Friendship

Someone wise, old, and far away Told me something once about human bonds We sipped tea in an elegant room Out of china elaborate and gold Angels graced their tounge and shimmered their words ‘’Listen to the sparks and embers’’ they said “Hear the fiery […]

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