Gains

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Expand into your uncomfortable zone.

Relish the anguish.

Capture your strength.

Propel into your future.

Just because you dared.

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Flow

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“But trying too hard is creating sentences that haven’t
earned 
their space on the paper.”
Zarah Parker

Words
tumbling
out from my
head easily,
written perfection hopefully achieved.

Ugly Ways

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Silent deception
Confident chicanery
You smiling bastard

Hard hit to the heart
Foreign reality now
Weight of lies broke me

Forever altered
Gazillion hurt pieces
Difficult to breathe

Difficult to live
Struggling to survive in pain
Dark for a long time

Tuned In

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The hustle and bustle around me, a layer I observe but don’t hear.

Isolated from the bubbles of others trying to assimilate.

There goes my gently bouncing head, the shoulders follow in synchronicity to the rhythm of the music.

I settle into the warm pocket of my own construct, this created isolation.

Smooth vibes.
Smiles.
Ease.

Swaying in this soothing world of the melodies touching my soul.

Moving slowly through this lyrical liquid.

If only I didn’t ever have to put my phone on Airplane Mode.

A Little Help From My Friend

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Ghosts of the past linger in the chambers of my memory.

Like the heavy feel of lanolin staining memories a smudged yellow.

An intervening moment of serendipity removes the hold of bygone days.

Again, my simpatico relationship meaningfully ties me to my abundant present.

 

*Thank you for the inspiration, Terry! 🙂

Torn

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I feel the incessant battles of internal opposing forces.
My personal war.

Feelings clashing, emotions raging, peace alluding me.
Rational thoughts tip-toe in intermittently.

It’s a daily challenge, every minute of every day.

Seeking tranquility in the chaos, hoping for a forced equilibrium.
But usually tossed about by my innate human nature.

Developing intentional maturity gains me some stability,
slow and teetering baby steps in the direction of wisdom.

Age and experience lend a hand, slowing down the urge to take up arms.
Fed up or just tired and weary?

The beginning of acceptance or true insight?
Not really sure.

The continual striving for harmony during this brief stint.
A life well-lived; I hope.

With death comes peace, ending a lifetime of struggle.
Balancing the scales.

I will not know it though.
Sure doesn’t seem fair.

Shattering The Hold

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Intensity laced with lunacy, it’s seductively subliminal.
Past hurt swept away by the look masquerading as deeply in love.
It’s not love.
It’s danger.
And it easily has you.
If you are not careful.
Psychological warfare playing out in the depths of your mind.
Don’t be deceived by the charm of the snakes, the force of the demanding ones
or the egos of those where clever observation never occurs.
They will hurt you.
Maybe not right away, but they will.
The scars of learning are deep and never healing.
See it before it gets a hold of you.
**Originally published PhiloSusi 10/22/16  Re-posted here with minor revisions