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How would
Western Religion
be
were it that
Pain is met
as
a persistent form
of diagnosis
rather than
as a cursèd form
of punishment?
















I suppose
it all depends
by who
and
for whom
it is
interpreted;
therefore,
methinks
as a mere generalization,
t'wouldn't be much different!
Pursue
Happiness,
even unto thy dying breath,
or,
surrender to it's absence.

If it means enough to you,
you will suffer to attain it,
regardless of consequence.
Neither because it's fair,
or because it's necessary,
but because it's worth it,
and nothing shy shall satiate.
.

Whining, it happens when blizzards come calling
Grabbing a jacket I walk down the stairs
Beside the window where winter is lurking
Waiting about as if nobody cares

Coating the trees with a cottony fabric
Not quite as warm as the heater detects
Here in the handbook of problems and answers
Only for masters to come and inspect

Grabbing a scarf from a shelf in the corner
Pouring a cup just to dance in its steam
Maybe some sugar so life can be sweeter
And just a dash of your half and half cream

Kicking the mud from the boots made of rubber
Purchased on sale at a shop on the beach
Next to the flip flops and lotion dispenser
Low to the ground and so easy to reach

Those were the days when the sun wasn’t hidden
Blanketed white like a sheet on a rope
Held up by clothespins of wooden construction
Seeking a breeze with the fresh scent of soap

Shoveling sidewalks and not chasing seashells
Feeling the cold as it bites through your skin
Running a faucet to thaw every finger
When will it be time for all this to end

I guess I will go out and trudge through the weather
Deal with the snowflakes, the slush and the sleet
Before too long I’ll be sweating the summer
Probably whining about all the heat
I think about my past
In how I wanted you
I burn on the inside
To get rid of you
The flames cease
My ashes come into view
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Posted on May 17, 2016
Bianca Reyes
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Enjoy!
I let these word run from my heart
Paraded by the emotions and tenderness
Thousand and thousands of hurts and pain
Million and millions of love and laughter

I trusted these words to guide my way
Gave them my blood and everthing
Their firmness stood for me when I crawled
Danced with them as they seduced my tongue

I hide in the rhythm and sequence of music
As they permeated my soul, the honesty shield
My voice faded in the unending river of essence
Overtune from a hidden spirit of the yesterday

I believed and these words healed my depths
Sunk in the icebox of caged coldness and loneliness
Memories evading craziness, condensed character
Barricades of conditions and illusionary dissolutions

The keyboard had eyes for me as I winked at it
On its reflection I saw my face, my body, my all
The rotated changes, the persistent difference
A simple kiss, a warm embrace, an extended thanks
Goodbye Hello Poetry......Its not goodbye to writing for me!Message me anytime I will always get back to you!

Not posting any new work 'public'! However, I will post comments , and strike the likes , share few unlisted pieces.......
This will exclusively allow me to enjoy the others beautiful work and delicacies. Something I didn't do a lot.You and I know there is a flow of poetry/ prose that does not get read or reviewed on this site. I hope to review and read more...... May be an "Unlisted and Exclusive" reply to your poem!
To your service dear poets. I am open for collaborations only if you are willing to post them.

If you are interested in my new work the (7Months After Collection) feel free to enquire and I will message you.
J :-)  ;-)
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