Life is beautiful

In the light of the day the crystal blue water and clear sky my soul leaps to a higher ground Perfection never felt so good, my senses expand to smell, sight, taste and sound You have taken a part of me Seattle has taken a part of me I lay here in the afterglow of these feelings and emotions Our imperfections so vivid and clear in perfection Floating on these heavenly clouds ready to fall down any moment

My self service is to your disservice , Respect to my face is to you, Disrespectful. My obligations to love are brash and flashy as you asked me ,what am I trying to show off? I am an amalgam of precious dirt, Hell ,Gold had to found and cleaned, Where does the line end between being so Godly and so pure and being human ? We have become more imperfect in our effort to be perfect. We speak in different languages sing different tunes over each other without a chance to talk or communicate or appreciate. Our worldly differences cut through us like chainsaws. The World is here today it will be when we are gone . We are a funny species ,we are bottled up on this little grain of sand that sits on a grain of sand  , we are trivial ,irrelevant ,not that big of a deal . Lets live in some harmony while we are here the little time that we have, My pillars are shaken today these pillars that I So proudly created. The times are forgiving maybe not quite like they u...

If time was a woman How would I see her ? Would my heart swell and my eyes close, Would I let her sing to me in poetry and preach in prose, Would I let her wrap her arms around me , her skin so soft ,the fragrance of a sweet rose , Would I let her bring me down to my knees , and beg for more , The forward march ,The arrow of time,  like the arrow from cupids bow  If time was a woman how would I ever know ? A cocktail of feelings is what I'm drinking tonight  Riding on the waves of this Universe  I'm reborn a different person with every breathing day  Time is a Woman and that belief of mine you are not taking away , My Love ,My pain ,my anger ,my Gain  Repeats -Resolves -Returns again.

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The Opaque flower The unseen gash The vegetarian alcoholic That beautiful weed This fool has eyes of stone and a heart full of feathers that poison smile your cyanide jokes I laughed as I fell ,into the deep dark well Dear men ,Succubus is real.

One Art By  Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn’t hard to master;  so many things seem filled with the intent  to be lost that their loss is no disaster.  Lose something every day. Accept the fluster  of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.  The art of losing isn’t hard to master.  Then practice losing farther, losing faster:  places, and names, and where it was you meant  to travel. None of these will bring disaster.  I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or  next-to-last, of three loved houses went.  The art of losing isn’t hard to master.  I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,  some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.  I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.  —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture  I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident  the art of losing’s not too hard to master  though it may look like ( Write  it!) like disaster. Elizabeth Bishop, “One...

You Fall You Fly You sail across the ocean sky like a leaf in the wind  life a leaf in the wind a carefree love The rocks ,the sand, these mountains and trees ,the water ,the air  These roads wrap around my soul and take me nowhere everywhere I have peace in my purpose The Smiles The laughter This heartache and pain  Melts into a song I know my heart is strong  When its time I will calmly walk along  Into the dark light ,the sunset of my life