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the quality of loving persistence
in the face of adversity.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/16/2016
I took down my last post.
it sounded bitter.
I don't want to read stuff like that.
YOU should not have to either.

I must go off site for a while.
I'm making Christmas presents.
See you all again soon.

♡ Catherine
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
Sjr1000
Every morning at 9
She puts on the
banker's disguise
puts her poetry
in a sacred jar
next to the ashes
of
her husband
her dad
her mom.

She's a river of currents
behind the smile
darkly ******
phantasims
fly and flower

She not only carries
the keys to the vaults,
but also
the keys to wisdom
sublime
She can see right through you
when
she wants to
She can read your mind

Smilies
Metaphors
Haikus
Rap
Manifestations
of
all that makes us human,
These are the currents she rides
while
she
files
e-mails
signs
floats loans
defaults
default swaps

The whole time
she's got on
John Prine's illegal smile

She's watching secret movies
inside
she's alive.

It took many years
to learn to hide
the images
the colors
thought dreams
which flow inside -
while in meetings
behind her eyes
flows
the poetry
from herself, she cannot hide.

The commute ends
The day ends
She unscrews the sacred jar
pen to paper
the currency of poetry
resurrected
she comes alive,
All disguises
hide.
For pm, the only banker I know who truly has a heart of gold. We, poets, we have to put on our masks and head to work.
A canvas burnt red,
Stood tall, in flames.
No time to tread,
The receding rouge waves.
I seemed to be, a tad bit lost,
Understandable, I know.
The kiss but a frost,
A cold,pale shadow.
When fire and ice,
Fuse in glee.
They lovingly entice,
All those who see.
Naturally, I too was caught,
In a sea of joy.
What it brought,
Was no evil ploy.
A feeling so cold,yet warm,
It shivered down my spine.
While it seemed to swarm,
Every one of my nine.
This was just a dream,
A trance mesmerising.
The noiseless scream,
Echoed,tantalising.
Then she entered,
A light in the day.
And so my heart tendered,
With her smile,forcing me to stay.
The grains of sand,
Seemed to stop their descent.
While a single hair strand,
Shined,in the moon,crescent.
The vacuum of nothing,
Had begun to pull.
While clearly,something,
Had formed,rather full.
I took one last glance,
At her smile serene.
And was caught in a trance,
That seemed, not mean.
Alas I had no choice,
But to walk away slowly.
No time to rejoice,
Time only,to be lonely.
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