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Roman goddess; smiling
Dressed in a golden gown,
Dancing among the clouds,
In a dawning August sky,

Listening to my prayers,
While I wait,
For the summer,
Sun to rise,

As the stars hide behind a curtain of blue,
Your morning smile travels with me,
Filling my Soul with hope and beauty,
Throughout the day...

Copyright © 2018 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Golden Gown poem (text to speech)
https://youtu.be/GxtciyQrEEo
Like a plant,
You sometimes need to prune the dead parts of you in order to let the new parts grow.
Hanging on to dead things won't awaken them.,they'll keep rotting and cause harm to the whole lot of you.
Prune definition:trim (a tree, shrub, or bush) by cutting away dead or overgrown branches or stems, especially to encourage growth.


Holding on to a dead part of our lives is usually due to attachment as well as lack of faith in the new that will spring out after the old is gone.
Prune the dead relationships,interractions and the past that only brings you down.
Trust your instincts,prune whats dead to your life and begin life afresh.
Well, the problem is that people who trust people expect those people to be infallible.
When we trust someone we expect utmost perfection.
 Jan 2018 Drunk poet
Pablo Neruda
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
Create,
A world
So beautiful
That every being will
Be happy living in it. Let
Everyone be who they want
To be. Without making them feel
Less special.
We were all born therefore,we all
Deserve to live before we
Leave this world. But
Its no use waiting
To be accepted.
Accept you
Accept who you are.
And love you
First
 Dec 2017 Drunk poet
smalltalk
Mirror mirror keep me young
I’m not through having fun
Time won’t heal all the damage done

Generation: Live just once
But once was not enough
A tired soul needs a pick-me-up

The sun comes up while I’m still out
I’m running out of lines
The conversation always seems to die

If growing up is compromise
I never got it right
You can’t burn something out that isn’t bright

I’m not looking for salvation
I’m looking for a crutch
Give me my drugs

I don’t mean to stare at such a pretty face like yours
It takes me to a place when I was more
Give me my drugs
Lie with me.
It's the only way.
Honestly,
What else must be said?

Lie with me.
Stop this torture in my head.
Only me! —
I've said more than I intend.

Lie with me.
Please, I thought you my friend.
You must see,
Just this once, never again.
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