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I'm changing with the seasons
and I'm beginning to think that the goosebumps on my skin are self defense
from more than just the cold.
Your eyes speak to me,
they calm me in a way nothing else can.
I never thought I could fall in love so much,
with the way someone looked at me.
But somehow I did,
and I crave that feeling.
The feeling of being
fully, truly, and completely
loved by you.
What does your heart know?
          how does your heart feel?
                why do you deny your heart?
                       the call, calling, the feeling that calls you to purpose...


...Jihad?
Love your brother(human) as you would love yourself even knowing the times when you know anyone seeing your behavior would hate you for it. Then, only then, can you know the struggle of a man to accept the whims of another. Read Al Jilani.
There's something beautiful
about waking up to a smiling face.
Something wonderful about
not having to care what you look like
and yet the smile is still there.
There's something amazing
about the way you can look
at me and want to know
every little thing about me.
It’s a happening that begins to unfold
Unlike any other multi part plot filled book you’ve ever read
The happening begins when you actually begin to live
The happening happens over and over again
Each time more in depth within itself
We empower others to do their work
Each day, we play these roles
On the one day, when all of everything is lined up in your favor
That is born from chaos
And there is no way to take another breath
When you cannot stand on your two feet any longer
There are people placed in your path to breath life back into your lungs
That is the place in the happening
Where by the happenstance of timing
You fully comprehend the meaning of humility
And know no other way
Than to give yourself over to those that
Do the medicine work
Fully, without regard or thought
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
 Nov 2016 Anonymous Freak
Mims
"aren't you scared?"
"i'm too naive to be scared"
enchantress
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