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I say rise old spooks

I am ready to defeat more of you

The less hostile I will be in company of other

The feel of leather armour cocooning me

Feels like a cool, whispering breeze against feverish flesh

It tickles, it is chilling

I am ready to swallow the spooks

Only to regain the strength they have stolen

Searching for things-
I've never seen.
The place that I'm from-
The place that I'm in.
Cities.
I've never been.
To my loves-
There's a few things you should know.
We come and go.
Here today-
Gone tomorrow.
We're only taking turns.
Cradling this world.
The ways now-
They've always been.
Hold on love,
Soon you'll understand.

1. The way you quote your favorite shows

2. The way you sing under your breath

3. The way you roll your eyes at me

4. The way you look when you wear your glasses

5. The way you smell

6. The way you think you're always right

7. The way you're right most of the time, even when I don't want to admit it. 

8. The way your eyes scrunch up when you laugh

9. The way you make lists for everything 

10. The shape of your nose

11. The way you argue against me, even when I agree with you

12. The way you don't laugh at any of my jokes

13. The way you say shoes

14. The way you try to hold back your smile when I say something stupid

15. The way you dance

16. The way you make me happy every time I talk to you

17. The way I want to make you happy, whenever you're hurt

18. The way you're the only one I want to talk to…ever

19. The way I can't get you out of my head

20. The way everything I do, reminds me of you. 

21. The way I fall for you more and more each day. 

The City Hall in my heart,

Met last night.

Paper clips reside on caperillies.

Piercing silver glisten-

Pumping burgundy DNA.

Debates stir-

Circling through, cobalt arteries.

Cursive-

Leaning, persuading, updating.

The fatty interior-

My vital muscle.

Whispers of impeachment-

Began to fly.

Learn to live another,

Live another day without his smile.

Walk away.

Dissolve the fragments.

That once was.

No, don't fret.

For this decision isn't final.

Lets begin to check your vitals.

My cells begin to scatter-

Your departure is all that matters-

As I seek reelection to my heart.

The judges all agree-

You were not the one for me,

And the hall quiets down before the start.

They huddle, just for me.

Deflecting-

your make-believe-

With their golden harps-

Sweet soliloquies.

Delving and digging-

For what used to be.

Your endorsements-

No longer recognized.

Your messages-

No longer accepted.

Your campaign?

No longer coursing through my veins.

Your speeches hold no substance-

For my heart strings can function-

Without you.

So deliver your last plea,

While the courts-

Ignore thee.

And your words-

Echo through my veins.

My representatives-

Filter them.

Argue them.

Protect me-

From your deception.

They cradle-

Hold and caress-

The heart you deceived.

Please,

Let it be.

For this throbbing-

Is no longer for you.

Because,

Only my heart knows-

What I've been through.

So carry on-

My little darling,

And until then.

Your trial is over-

Before it began,

My heart is difficult,

To tame.

Buy for a change,

I'll be the commander-

Until I'm sane.

And as your campaign flyers

Rustle in the wind-

Remember, you once did win.

The courts did once agree,

You were the one for me.

But, 

The City Hall in my heart,

Met last night.

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dear mommy,

dear dad,

i remember

what we had,

i know you couldn't afford

the bills and the pain,

for you had your own 

from the past

that did remain,

i appreciate

the decision you made,

i know it was hard

to leave me in that ward,

but now i'm well

it's over...the hell,

my new mom and dad

have loved me dearly,

i just want to say

i love you,

sincerely.

12:31 PM 7/21/2013 ©

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Sounds of tribal drumming around a campfire sound,

Feelings of wonder rise as the natives dance around.

There is a comforting certainty within the shamans feathered mask,

Should you ever doubt anything, all you need do is ask.

Heads up: a storm is brewing.

Enormous black clouds above are looming.

The wind has picked up to tremendous speed.

Beautiful shapes and colors are seen.

The fires flicker as she stands watching,

Drum beats resound heartbeats thumping.

Judgement day may be upon her,

She trusts in no one until she is sure.

Poisonous thoughts run through her mind,

As the rain pours down into the pipeline.

She sighs: Will life always be this awkward?

Gathering her strength, she straightens her posture.

Why won't they just be frank?, she cries.

They've filled my head with a variety of lies.

An ocean of thoughts entered her mind,

as feelings washed over of the jealous kind.

She grasps the shovel and begins to dig,

Loving the warmth it brought to her rosie cheeks.

Tenderly she kneads the earth,

With hope in her heart as she places the seeds.

The rain continues to fall: she wonders what will grow.

Tonight's moonlight will be just right for these particular plants

Shoveling a spoonful of dirt, she fills in the hole,

as four tiny mice run across her toes... and it tickles

She giggles at the happening and begins her imagining

of a bountiful harvest just before first snowflake falls.

~~Collaboration by Healingwoman & b.n.souza~~
~~July 4, 2013~~

Underneath a glass dome,
Immune from outside forces,
Abundant growth, petals soft,
Glistening array of gentle endowment,
Thriving in a myriad of opulence,
A torus exudes timeless ardor and stride,
And the integrity of wholeness

Is autonomously and freely fullfilled.

12:06 AM 5/27/2013 ©

Hateful words like sharp knives,

scratching away at the surface.

Disdainful eyes to my surprise,

Claiming I have no purpose.

My skin has hardened,

so has my poor soul.

My once optimistic mind,

Is now as black as coal.

Sticks and stones may break bones,

But words will surely hurt me.

Desperate to impress others,

show them how cold you can be.

Ugly, Stupid, Bitch, and Fatty

were many of my names.

Seeing who could make me cry,

was their favorite game.

But that solemn little girl,

Who used to shrink away in fear.

Has long since died from tears she cried,

That child is no longer here.

Say what you have to say,

try your best to get beneath my skin.

I will remain unaffected,

so let your games begin.

I will no longer try to hide,

To try to avoid the things you say.

For all those people who targeted me,

They will surely pay.

They expected me to crumble and fall,

to be crushed by simple words,

Understand my weakness is gone,

I am no longer that quiet nerd.

I am stronger than I was back then,

I am way stronger than my youth.

So keep on spraying hateful words,

My skin is bulletproof.

Amidst the fertile loam of teenage angst, the battling suffragist,
Passion rages, tears cried in vain,

And budding futures bright, begin to fill the pages,
But feelings never felt in wholeness, become habit to the thorn,
A tender heart beguiled and blamed, brings bitterness and scorn.

They wander down the road where other travelers pass them by,
Without a word, no stories heard, of when or where, or why,
The fragments of what could have been are hardly ever seen,
Tied in knots, the path is charted, the soul in silence keens.

The years they pass with savage blunder, utter wrecklessness,
With hollow heart and acrid thoughts ensued, no niche to rest,
A pocket full of wonder that cannot afford to dream,
A misdirected vessel cursed with the odds it will careen.

But if by chance a passer-by is sensitive to light,
The splintered pieces of a soul like this could shine, despite,
One second of compassion can determine years to come,
One smile can start a caring flame,

Reviving some old pleasantries and bringing back

A blithesome nature to a life derailed by rejection.

Practice kindness all your life, don't underestimate,
Be not stingy with your heart, or you'll reap second rate,
You'll reap what you sow and get back as you give,
And just how much means little when you've inspired a life to live.

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