Encased

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everything i know about who i am is inside this shell

i see
what my eyes behold in a world belonging to my perspective
i feel
what my being is influenced by
i breathe
what my body needs for survival
i smell
what my nostrils encounter in this life
i touch
what my hands need to grasp
i hear
what sounds out around me
i taste
what i satiate my body with

this body is a vessel
holding in place
all that is required
to thrive

constant motion
inside the barrier
which separates
the external of my perspective

a heart beating on its own
food moving through long tubes
enzymes, bugs, and fungus
breaking it all down

the mind focused
on a gazillion things
while i’m focused
on a trillion more

this being i am
only knows about this one life
i reside in an
encased consciousness

Published on Spillwords Press!

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Some exciting news to share with you all – SpillWords Press has accepted and published a new piece of mine – Cold Hearts! Many thanks to Dagmara K – Director of Development and Editor – for selecting this piece for publication. I’m honored to be featured at SpillWords!

Please take a moment to visit the link above to read about this free verse, micro poem which deals with the bitterness and feelings of betrayal in relationships gone bad.

The Un-plan

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Creativity isn’t planned.

Sometimes we intend to create something but then it takes us in all these different directions usually ending up with a piece which is so much different than how it started out. I love when that happens.

It’s what needed to be expressed. This creation was waiting for the right moment to be exposed. Almost like a message that needed to resonate, usually for the artist but sometimes an expression of a lesson to be learned by someone else.

It’s wonderful how art works.

Pieces Of Time

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appreciate your moments
as they come and go

big, small
long, short
dreadful, wonderful
exciting, fearful
sad, happy
joyful, excruciating
embarrassing, bold
empowering, wrecked
lonely, connected
engaged, boring
lazy, determined

awake, asleep
agitated, peaceful
sane, reckless

cherish them all
when one day, they’ll just go

Necessary Tears

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another heartache
the drama du jour
feels like the crisis of a lifetime
pounded down by hardship again
residing in a personal hell

oh, what a fresh hot mess

it’s a life-long process
a roller coaster of emotions
learning to traverse the pain
facing the trepidation
yet again, overcoming the angst

the release must come

a torrential outpour
of pooled fear
a flood of wet anxiety
thin, clear lines of human sap
so many streams of liquid frustration

until it finishes

after the purge feeling
lost and light-headed
slightly dazed
still riding the after-shocks
mostly exhausted

hope blossoms again

it’s the duty of tears
they lay the groundwork
for repair
to an injured psyche
needing to become rational again

 

All Encompassing

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I recently read that the definition of love is liking, respecting and appreciating the authentic being of another. Aiding that person with cooperation during their life journey is another practice of loving someone. That sure sounds nice. But something that, on the surface, seems a little lacking when you think of how someone traditionally describes love. But let’s go with that for now.

Real friendships not only mean there are intense and deep feelings of like, respect and appreciation for each other but having real friends also means you enjoy that additional “I’ve got your back no matter what” mentality with them. Add to that, there is a level of honesty within that connection that occurs which you won’t find in connections more appropriately deemed acquaintances. Life would be harder for us if we didn’t have at least one of these kinds of friendship.

Intentional sexual connections can happen in isolated incidents, with fuck buddies or full-on committed relationships. Having these types of encounters are not only beneficial to us, but they are also enjoyable as well. Keep in mind, having any sexual encounter requires us to dictate what brings us pleasure in order for them to be satisfactory.

I’ve watched people talk about soulmates and “loving like I’ve never loved before” only to see it fizzle out fairly quickly. So were they either not in love, not friends or was it not understood that sex is fleeting and that in long term relationships without a committed effort, sex could become boring not understood to begin with? Of course, each relationship which comes to an end has many varied reasons for the demise but shouldn’t ones that we expect to be everlasting to have the qualities of love, real friendship, and sex?

And if we don’t have all these components as I mentioned above, why are we surprised that the relationships lacking one or more of them are possibly not as fulfilling as we’d like them to be?

I welcome your thoughts!