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BSeuss Jul 2017
The moon is beige tonight.
The moon is beige.
BSeuss Jul 2017
I left my house and started yet another dreadful day of what was a too familiar sorrow.
Within an hour and a half, it became the best day of my year, of the best year of my life, so far.
As I walked home from the bar, 11 pm, after yet another great interaction with you (human)
I looked into the sky, felt one star out of them all. And said with no doubt,
"I know you are my soul, come to me"

Looked into its light for 35 more seconds as I walked, unconcerned about what was  physically in front of me.

After these seconds, It arrived to me.
Because after these seconds, I seen a star leave the dark sky.

I seen a star vanish.

You're with me now.
So am I.

Savvy
(We are 0.1 seconds old to this universe... JUST , HANG, IN THERE)
(New note) (feels better)
  Jul 2017 BSeuss
Sjr1000
can end at
any time

The lightening flash
The thunder crash
The clouds forming a question mark
in the skies

There is a silence in
the winds

Better to have had a
good time
than a bad time,
what ever for you
that is

Hold on tight
my dear

We'll make it through
I promise you
I'll be seeing you
at the end of time.
BSeuss Jul 2017
I love poetry.
I am poetry.
However,
My typing device provides no choice to, with willing will power,
turn of grammar suggestion.

To proof read a poem twice,
and still edit it once;
I love poetry,
I hate my typing device.
I am poetry.
Please steal my typing device from my rear left pocket.

As I need an excuse,
To aquire a new one.
Steal my phone.
I will pay you.
Poetry is worth much more.
This is not cool.
BSeuss Jul 2017
I layed there in the dark,
waiting for perhaps a revelation.

I woke to the light,
hoping for a miracle of sorts.
For a transformation of my life,
in a way that leaves me better off.

But the truth settles in,
I can only do this with action.

A child like hope will no longer do.

I must move in life to manifest my own.
Although my dreams have lead my head,
I can no longer wish.

I have wished & wished again & again.
As if speaking with a dying breath.

I layed their In the dark.

Waiting, wishing, hoping.

However,
I see that I have to be the life change.

I woke to the light.

Times have drastically changed,
& I must come back to life,
with all the strength I have.

Its not as hard as I made it to myself,
But It will never be easy.

And that is okay,
that is the way it must be.

I can make the change that I hoped for.
I can be the change I want to see in life.

I woke to the light.

To realize that the pain is only a teacher.

A lesson in a loss,
a siren of our own misfortune.

But it is not to the end we feel the weight.

Times change & so does what hurts us.

Darkness is not there to take away light.
The Light is not there to blind us.

Darkness is simply the absence of light.

Yet a certain amount of dark is needed,
to see the stars at night

There is no bad in light or dark in nature.
It is simply how life Coexists with us.

Your darkness does pass,
as does your light.

Just as they both come back,
but neither is present at the same time.

In the end your light will be all that stays.

Realize the good in the bad.
Accept the bad in the good.

Life slows down for none,
& it's never too late to stand back up

We layed there in the dark,
to wake to the light.
If it's too dark, turn on the light. If it's still dark,  open your eyes
BSeuss Jul 2017
art
Heart minus art, equals he..
And people really bash males.
Fe, plus art equals, feart.. that's not a word..
Males and females both have souls. but we need art to complete our
he (art)s.

Furthermore; take the last letter of earth, and place it at the front. You will then know the secret obligation to survive in this world.
(H)eart.

So what is your (h)eart without art?
Once again, it's just "he"

Donald trump is a he... & aliens decided that they don't like him.. after multiple logical discussions, of course.
Eart(h)
(H)eart
He (art)
ART!
  Jul 2017 BSeuss
Ma Cherie
just
as I reach out
for the glimmering light
it slips, in-
between nooks and cranny's
in every crevice
a ***** in my armor
Humpty Dumpty could relate,
fissures in my soul
just...CrACKing open,
releasing the past,
through painful rifts
seeping into veiny rivers,

until I am consumed-
by the beauty
of my own death
an rebirth
I burst,
from my chrysalis

stuck eternal
forever it seems
I will
continue to metamorphosize

an such are the pains of growing.

Ma Cherie© 2017
Idk....
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