Blossom

O’ the affairs of the heart and soul whose bloom is like an ocean of love. ✍️🏽#bravewrite

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Beginnings

...are like winnings as opposed to endings that its trauma like the of a polecat.✍️🏽#SeduceMeSundayWrite

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Intuition

Here in the solitude of my office,
where sight, sound, and mind is
and
plans are the norm—I rely solely
on my intuition.✍️🏽#bravewrite

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Peacemakers

History can a graceful peace where the presence of strength & shines down before the early dawn—leaving behind a river of rain once gone. Never did they stand for mediocrity—for only fools for hypocrisy.✍️🏽#bravewrite

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Past Life

True beauty is a that shines from within like an smile of what's to come that has already been. So, when the of stars far away & distant shine in admiration—it’s a pure & subtle sign from a past life connection✍️🏽#bravewrite

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Siren

Her spirit seems to the of her future endeavors like a wound that never healed—passing in the ocean tides with charm and consequences—of prideful pirates once concealed—and sirens injured not yet revealed.✍️🏽

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Writing from darkness
of exile
looking through windows
without any sheen
Albeit a glow
in the distance
beckons to wisdom
in the form
of a dream



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Left-brain,
Right-brain
Divided by a
Cerebral
One side
Takes flight in
Fantasy
The other
Rooted in
Practicality
The brain
Can breach
The divide,
Left & right
Collaborate
So why can't
Governments
Of the world
In different
Hemispheres
Cooperate?

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From Here To Eternity

Closer...come closer,
and me but once
to the depths of eternity—
angels
& celebrate on the wings
above—while lovers contemplate
their desires of love. ✍🏽#bravewrite

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What You Say—I Can’t hear You

As long as your’e not hurting anyone,
while living out your truth, nothing you
do is wrong. Some will debate while hurling out insults—a that (s) the conversation like a of wasted effort. ✍🏽#bravewrite

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Each egg
animated but alone
accelerating with robust
intention
along curve
of fate




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The Crucifixion

The was on,
slow, brutal, &
of
tensions
—where—
stains of death
spill over like a
hidden mirage
in honey clover—
from which many
pray & say, “Yah”
...thankyou!🙏🏽🛐
✍️🏽#bravewrite

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world
Everything is
“Like”
Not real
Build walls to
hold back water
Every crevice it
Squirm wriggle
Creeps

People
Some phony
Actors drift
To Grift
Shakespeare
To commercial
Lie to hurt
Pain surreal

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There’s a smaller
Version of me
And it dwells
Within my shell

And an even
Smaller version
Nesting in that shell
As well

As I nest into
Infinity
The World
Rings like a bell

I shouldn’ta
Ate them mushrooms
Cuz this high’s
A living Hell

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Quavering voices
Shoes on questionable tilth
Nowhere to grow roots

Shoal rock pool waters
Hills under hatching gold egg
Teacup for the soul


The digital painting is by Pavel Vophira on ArtStation.

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is Sunday,
March 21, 2021.

“We believe everyday is poetry in the making!” ©

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Her eyes were blinded by cataracts. The park was dark and gray, except for the birds. Sapphire blue jays, ruby cardinals, amethyst hummingbirds. Brilliant, they sang a song only she could hear. She smiled as she at the tiny, winged angels.

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Cascading flavours
present in fire
A portal we've entered
wreathed in desire
A passion
so piquant
an ecstatic oath
This appendage of love
the ultimate troth

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How vividly
we did once
sprout our
appendages
through portal
of perpetual
dream.


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