Together Part 2 – Poetry W/Audio

It was my inner purple
That translated

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Non-verbal’s

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Into signals

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You stimulated my glow
Created waves
And made my juices flow
You hand molded me into the sweetest kinda’ cookie dough

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I melted into your milk
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And crafted the smoothest pattern
Felt on me like silk
And so
We
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Electricity
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!Together!

Together Part 1 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 3 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 4 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 5 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 6 – Poetry

Together Part 7 – Poetry

These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!

Together – Never ending word play/ Comment section by this writer and Sean

A Thousand Mile of Highway – Audio Poetry

A THOUSAND MILES OF HIGHWAY – Poetry W/Audio

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Together Part 1 – Poetry W/Audio

Midday waits on a still noon

Winter
Covering only
Me
And you
Sired to a glaciers wall
We become one with nature
All over our bodies
Snow flakes fall
You blew life into my mane
And kept garland growing inside my small animal brain
And so
Here we are
Me
And you

Being cared for

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!Together!

Together Part 2 – Poetry W/Audio

!Together!

Together Part 3 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 4 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 5 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 6 – Poetry

Together Part 7 – Poetry

These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!

Together – Never ending word play/ Comment section by this writer and Sean

Love – Poetry

Love

Pixie – Poetry W/Audio

It was a demon!

A CURSE FROM THE BEGINNING

BECAUSE ADAM WAS AFRAID TO TAKE THE LEAD

AND GOT EVE TO DO HIS DIRTY DEED

Sent to terrorize this empty room

She hates me and berates me

At least that’s what I presume

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I’ve even given this thing a name this thing is cwwwazzy and dramatic she’s
become impossible to restrain

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She has her own personality

Her name is Pixie

And sadly she’s part of my reality

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They’re like monsters that dance around in strange little groups

Dropping coal mines on my womb

Marching fiercely like military troops

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In my mind strange things happen and I am forced to assume

As Pixie dances harder

Between my bloody womb

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In five days she’ll be gone

And I’ll be left cleaning up her mess

Because I’m normally prompted to be mean and nasty

Under Pixie’s cramped up stress

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When its all over I will give my belly some much needed rest

Trying desperately to hide next month

From Pixie’s curse called

PMS

Occupational Hazard – Random Thoughts

Sometimes I take myself to that sad place intentionally for the sake of the writer in me

Then I have to shake the heaviness I feel after I’ve created something broken and beautiful

Sometimes the sadness lingers with me for days and won’t let me go

The energy is strong from music

Experiences and other people trauma

I call it an occupational hazard

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Soul Ties – 2013 June

 

Bondage

He is

Dead in my womb

Bruised spirit

Other men can hear it

Trying hard to sear it  

I-am-bonded-to-you

I can feel the disgrace

Painted on my face

 Calvin Klein suite case

 In-my-soul

And so

I must!

Pray to something way far

Up in the sky

To help me

Break

This soul tie

 

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Light lily’s breeze through his buildings

Turning his mouth cotton candy

Was a moon to me that exhaled my essence?

With laughter

From embarrassment

Or

From an hour glass

Timeless image

Faded photograph

That blew butterflies thru my frame

And sat me on pipes thrusting pulsed between my brains

Not even the roughest twister

Can tame

His hurricane

That paints

A picture

Of Her

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Goodness and Mercy – Poetry W/Audio

I feel there is something

Or someone who or that

Is always there

Watching over and protecting me

They are surely the perfect pair

They aren’t conflicting or argumentative

They are loving

And if you ask me

Much too fair

And even when I was angry

Their love was always there

It’s some Jesus stuff they sprinkle

When things are dark like night

And they will never leave or forsake me

No matter how tuff the fight

There is one thing I am sure of

Although my choices aren’t always right

Goodness and Mercy shall follow me

All the days of my life

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Intimacy crept through our rain

It cradled every

Hurt

Hang-up

Blew life through this pain

Pieces lingered

Tried hard to remain

We withdrew from every

Dead kiss

Tried hard to sustain

We day-dreamed into bliss

Until only intimacy exists 

It melted into us

Like candle wax

And saturated the deepest wounds

Mending even

The most broken crack

We were

Shielded

 

By Intimacy

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