Open

Lady Luck presents a life-altering prospect.
An enticing, not so subtle invitation.

A seductive and alluring treat.
Or a delicious deception?

Like a meet-your-maker kind of wile.

I want to get wet, and I think I might drown.

Teased by lousy timing yet it keeps me invested.
My head fills with rich fantasies, more possibilities awaken.

The proverbial juices are flowing.

The world is spinning on a new axis.

I’m confused.

But I’m open.

**Originally published 7/7/2018 on I Write Her

This Way Forward

the contract was signed long ago
determined to honor it then
and do still even now
today, tomorrow and forever
here doing what’s best
for the union of these two hearts

a lifetime of lessons
shows us that harmony is paramount
maturity can prevail
if we choose it
letting love take the lead
with dignity and grace

taking
the
path
of
least
obstruction

Reblog – Addict by Candice

Pain and its retreat is something we all look for, don’t we?

Sacred Venus

Choke it down

To recieve one more

Sit in the room

Stare at the door

Hate myself

Love you less

Can’t stand the pressure

Yet live for the stress

Doors close

Lights fade

Pray for our demise

Until then keep up the charade

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Reblog – Jojo Al-Waealy

I recently read these gems, very touching and heart-felt. This poem (published over three days) expresses well the emotions dealt with at the end of relationships. Might evoke some tears for those who can relate; you’ve been warned.

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Part 1 – ‘PLEA,

In silence I hear your voice cracking,
You whisper your final wish;
“You and I are lacking.”
So simple it was for you to say.
Beyond my mind,
beyond my soul,
I was lost for you not to stay.
you said; “You knew it would happen one day”.
The burden I felt streaming through my vein,
the voice I lost in my pain,
the wish I never had imagined in my brain,
The waves were still and waiting for their remain.
Silence is what kept us wondering,
to wonder; “I Was not afraid to ask!”
To tell; You did with no mask.

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Part 2 – ‘HERETOFORE,

To tell; You did with no mask.
Face to eye,
body to linger,
We grasp like there is no tomorrow.
For there shall be a next sorrow.
you said; “I’m sorry, but I have to.”
We were in a flow,
but you had to grow,
beyond your dreams you stayed,
but in pain we weren’t made.
You had to grow,
we weren’t in a flow,
…..
…..
….. anymore. You said your goodbye,
“You had me at hello.”
while we both disappeared into the blue sky.
Desire of the best,
you remained you
while
I
became
that
guy.

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Part 3 – ‘MIRABILIA,

I
became
that
guy.
Whose Liability was caught by atmospheric beauty.
At the end of light, in the beginning of time,
I rise with thou gazing moon to seek for wolfs cry.
By dint of howl I reckon my faults eye;
“Thereby I fought/ I arise/ I wander
from misery
to impasse
of
ending sky.”
To clamber through life in gallivant of night,
A butterfly of dawn,
nor battles cry,
I Amplify my music of spheres through, but why?
To ask, but not to answer.
To seek, but not to find.
To touch, but not to feel.
“To not deny the truth from my goodbye.”

3025 – Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

The perfection of their union ended that fateful day, leaving the year 3025 forever as a fixture in her mind and memory. The life she was currently living—the world she encountered after that tragic event was not one she recognized. And one the loved people around her couldn’t make her see anymore either. She denied who they were. They were strangers.

After giving birth, the doctors diagnosed Anika with the delusion known as Capgras syndrome. It was rare but generally affected women. This condition made her think that imposters had replaced her husband, family, and friends. They were now all evil people who were out to destroy her. Even her baby, the most innocent of all beings, couldn’t convince her to live in reality. Sadly, Cedric and the rest of the family couldn’t allow her to be with her newborn because she had viciously lashed out at her, screaming that it was an imitation trying to kill her.

It was heartbreaking and incredibly difficult for Cedric to process. In a split-second, their lives shattered and seemed that things would never return to normal. Almost a year had passed, and there was no improvement. They had tried all the methods they had available to them, but nothing worked. Cedric raised the baby on his own, visiting Anika in the hospital as often as he could. But each visit, sunk him lower. She thought he was a monster out to get her. The last time she had fashioned a shiv out of a toothbrush and attacked Cedric, trying to kill him. Thankfully, he had not brought the baby. This was their new normal. He didn’t want to be frightened of his wife, but it was a distinct possibility that she could and certainly would try to end him.

The doctors conferred and felt the only option left for her was trying electro-convulsive therapy. It was an obsolete method, but Cedric was willing to try anything to get his love back. And for Anika to be a mother to her daughter. They both needed her back.

The procedure was to begin at 9 AM. The nurses wheeled her into the room, sedated and restrained, ready to start. Everyone was hopeful but realistic that this probably wouldn’t work. They began the treatment.

~~

“Anika, wake up, my love,” said Cedric softly. She stirred slightly, turning her head towards him with a smile. With adoration on his face, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling weak, Cedric,” Anika uttered calmly but concerned. “Why am I restrained? What’s happened to me? Baby, I’m scared!”

Feeling he was safe, Cedric unbuckled her arms. “It’s ok now, relax; we’ll talk more about that later. Right now, I’m just so glad you’re happy to see me!”

“Could you get me a drink of water, please?”

That was the last thing he would do. The nurses would find him in a blood pool, his throat sliced from ear to ear, and with Anika missing. An alert was put out to the family to be on the lookout for her.

THE END

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Cubism

behold the artist’s fractured vision
a technique wholly proclaiming
a distorted perception
this gifted flair of expression
shows us their talent
and gives us a unique art form

we revel in being offered
this layered complexity in simple shapes
asserting visual depth and familiarity
mysteriously and abstractedly
leaving us to be intensely inspired
and exquisitely drawn in

Reblog – No take-back my dear friend. by John Coyote

That last line says it all.

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No take-backs my dear friend.

Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should have never said. The bar word-man told him. My friend, no take-backs in a life. Every action or deed done. Written and tattoo on the heart and skin. You could beg for forgiveness and maybe? She would accept you back. Will she forgive you. I don’t know?

The man asked. What should I do? Run away or run back to her. The poet remembered. He been a run away man for 36 years and he told him. I escaped from the warmth of love and today. I wished I begged for mercy. Maybe the sweet lady I loved would forgive me? If I could. I would be kind to her forever and a-day. Too late for me my friend.

The…

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