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It’s on a need to know basis
A POEM
I spent a lot of my life trying to explain my actions
However everything magnetizes to me like I’m an attraction
Everything’s always been quite extreme
Carrying, varying bags so full they burst at the seems
Once I’ve learned it I grow stagnant….
I want it all won’t settle for a fragment
I’m such an extrovert
I want to share every new thing I learn with every person I meet….
Yet I’m also such an introvert I need to retreat
I’ve always had an appetite for life
and I need to eat
My feet need to meet with the beat of the street
You cannot learn to the level I seek by remaining still and accepting meek
allowing time to slip by…
second by second
week by week…
I went to write the caption to this post and the above pondering poem came out so I will just leave it right there. Followed with this flow of thought below…
Continue readingSpeak of the Things you Seek
There is much power in verbally expressing your hopes, dreams, desires and goals.
When we are young we naturally talk about our hopes for our lives – I want to be a pilot…. I will be this…. I will do that is part of daily conversations but somewhere down the life path we seem to stop stating these dreams and fantasies. Maybe it’s because we feel that we need to ‘grow up’ and face the facts and live in the ‘real world’…. how many times have we heard these kinds of statements through out our lives? And truthfully have you bought into that?
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Create the mess
I woke up one morning in June with an inner knowing I had to take a pottery class. To fully embrace and to help me to understand the lessons of the Creator and the creation. This is something I’ve been researching for a book and program I’m putting together.
When you sit at the potters wheel you need to take great care. You need to give much attention to detail. Just the right amount of water. Keep the wheel spinning at just the right pace. Taking care with the pressure as just the slightest move can make the pot unbalanced and have it tumble over.
Continue readingGlossy
It’s been a while….
Glossy
She learns how to become a cook
How to become a runner
Promises on how to become a better lover
All from just skimming the cover…
She falls for it
She tumbles
Stumbling on the shoestrings
Of her sneakers
That in reality,
just make her meeker
And….shall I even say
Bleaker?
Like a beacon
Of society that says
Here I am…
Look at me
I take notice
I read the cover Continue reading
Use Me
Suppressed
Suppressed
She drifted there
Buoyantly alone
The water gently caressing the known
Carrying her down the suppressed river
Recollections of her life made her shiver
She arose from her reverie,
Her backside wet from dismay
Her river of tears on display Continue reading
Abandoned
The air was frigid
Pungent with must
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Lusty ruts
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Odors of mold
Dingy confessions
Abandoned and untold
From her bleeding lips
Her wobbly hips