Poetry
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The Path Of The Righteous
How hard we strive to maintain the path of the righteous. And yet someone, somewhere aches on the flip side of right. So, what is right? There is only bitter sweet existence. Continue reading
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All The Lovely Things
If I were a forest, there would be afternoon sun slicing through my trees. And little white rabbits would hop along the way between the daisies and the rushing river and I would know this was the sweetest day. If… Continue reading
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The Rose
I wrote this poem for the beautiful father of my children, today. I wrote it on a white sheet of paper, using a fine tip pink pen and I left it beside a jar of soft pink roses on the… Continue reading
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Searching
It is the softest kiss lingering within a dream. A wish of the soul to be held. Arms that lay bare. Eyes on a wall. It is quiet, it is searching all around for you, my love, for you. And… Continue reading
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She
She wished for peace and love. And dance parties. In the kitchen. Continue reading
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Flow
I will simply begin. And flow until the river ends. Continue reading
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Dark Mistress
Oh, fear, my dark mistress sweet. Play me into your arms of fright. Chill me with crooked fingers. Undress my calm, tempt me into hiding: I will rise. And you will find the truth of me has no room inside… Continue reading
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Open Rose
These hours of twilight. How soft they have been, like rain on a dusty summer road. Here I am. A woman, at last. Home in the truth of this soft heart of mine. A rose of musk in bloom this… Continue reading
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Beautiful
This life. It is not what they have shown it to be. The cold stone walls, the repeating days in chains of grey. This life is the art I hold in my own hands. The art of my body as… Continue reading
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