No Miracle without Suffering

...quarantine got me on lockdown
in a funk—shifting
pounds to my junk-n-the-trunk.
My soul is a from hips
to tips to toes—like a that knows—rages like a wild alley cat in heat—there, I go!✍🏽#vss365

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It a decade for the broken world to & from the damage caused by the bat virus.
Spinning around in from the other planets, Earth had been saved again.
By the ancient saviours of long ago, history books of 3020 tell.


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Six paper cranes still hang in his bedroom, curtains parted to let light in. The row of houses on his side of the street haven't lost their apathy, feeling that it's incumbent on them to leave their porch lamps on.

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Karen dug her heels into the cracked sidewalk as she watched Mama Lucinda buy new red shoes, shiny as chrome. In the dim shop reflection was a little girl who looked just like her. Sunny hair, dark eyes, holed chest.

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Llama knows it’s all about hair. combs only, if you please, & regular shampooing. None of that muck, dear, only natural organic concoctions. For full effect, maintain a posture while the wind tussles your fab locks

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Kudu knows he’s his macho reputation, but he can’t stop reading his chic lit novels at evening tea (with the Ouma rusk, of course). Besides, perceptions are changing, & would you just look at that glorious sunset

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You're no rock, but a multi-faceted jewel with wealth in simply being yourself. I've been practicing seeing myself as bright as I see you, going where the breeze caresses my face—even when no one else is heading that direction.

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Tell me
What’s wrong
How’d we
End up
In this place
Of no trust
Or is it hate
There is a fine
Line between
Love and hate
Maybe we’re
To close to
The edge of
The earth
Where the
Dying embers
Of love go
Floating out
Into the
Universe seeking
Once again
Loves fate

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All she ever wanted in life
She found in death
Not hers
No
A star never dies
They live on in their lyrics
As long as someone listens
It was the death of kindness and compassion
She had lost those traits
Somewhere along the road to stardom

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Have you crashed
On the rocks
Or drowned
In tears

Your melancholy
Bark
Long since
Disappeared

But she reaches out
In hope
In light
The ocean's princess
The lover's muse
The Moon's mystic
Poetess
Never to rest
Until you are
Found
Whether crashed
Or drowned

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Hawk was given a button with a heart on it today, and he’s sure it’s made of It’s precious, anyway, because it symbolizes the day he decided he wasn’t going to be he was Hawk, and he was going to donate blood. And he did.

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I’m holding
On tight
My soul
Is all in
U are
The soul
That is
My twin
We connected
In ways
I’ve never
Felt before
My heart
Is so full
It feels
Like it might
Burst
But I look
Into your
Eyes and
Every part
Of me unwinds
U are
My zen
Namaste

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Sirens called them to Finisterre where the sea split what was beastly from Prince Adam's deviled heart. His maudlin wails avalanched the curse, prompting a deep breath of change; & the rose petals scattered in a gust.

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Egret has finally opened his dream restaurant. The others questioned his choice of furniture & wallpaper, but his one of a specialty - curry scooped into the of a loaf of bread - has been exceptionally popular

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I searched for you during uncertain days.
Hoped to find you in the garden
where we shared firsts and lasts,
where we differentiated frogs from
princes from beggars
& promised kisses anyway.
Because no one made us feel this way.
I still search for you there...

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Is it my imagination?
Was that an outblowing of emotion?
Have I resigned my soul to damnation?
The Mad Hatter claims devotion?
Can he sense my agitation?
At his surprising romantic notion?






🎞️Alice In Wonderland (2010)

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He crouched with his arms to the sky, hoodie like a cape. He didn’t understand why we couldn’t visit Nana & Gramp, and that for now, we had to isolate from the people we loved. “I’ll protect you from that virus,” he bellowed into the wind. My little superhero.

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My father's delicious enhanced beans may merit protein levels that rival meat, but the gas that follows consumption feels very much like the fire of spicy foods. Anyone in the way would be lucky to survive the noxious outblowing.

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