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tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
I re set my heart and programmed friest software-

ONE CAN AFRAID YOU TILL YOU
WANT TO BE AFRAID
 Dec 2020 Michelle A Ford
Gerudo
My heart did not break;
It keeps on overflowing,
As it always has.
 Dec 2020 Michelle A Ford
Gerudo
No longer trying to impress,
I seek to feel adequate.
can't take on another lover
I'm just looking for a friend,
I gaze out of the tinted window
as the night washes away
the pain in the end,
would you like to sit next to me
when all that you've held sacred,
falls down and does not mend?
while we watch chaos overrun the world,
and now there's no time to pretend.
I'm not a man who sold the world, neither am I another shoulder for you to cry upon.

When it does happen, I'd prefer front row seats to watch the end of the world unfold. Are you up for it?

PS:  Inspired by Jim Morrison's soulful vocals in 'The End', the perfect apocalypse song for me.

Apparently, he was also the first rock and roll artist to have been arrested on stage during a show.

RIP JM. LONG LIVE ROCK N ROLL!
I have become so bitter
From having no ones arms in which to fall
When my mind is eating me alive
They say it’s better to have loved and lost
I disagree with this strongly
every season
of a tree
has a beauty all it's own

spring sprouts - blush of first love
summer lush greenery - the fullness of love
fall explosion of color - love burning itself out

but it is
this tree - winter tree - witch tree
that speaks to me most

your branches
spindly fingers
clearly reach
for your lover the sun

this tree - winter tree - witch tree

every cell
strains upward
wanting to be one
with the sun

this tree - winter tree - witch tree

raw skeleton exposed
loves first bloom long gone
longing for
your lover's touch

this tree - winter tree - witch tree

do you know
that your lover's skin
will set you both aflame
until her desire is quenched
and you are left
but ash and bone
do you care?

this tree - winter tree - witch tree

reaching ever upward
towards your love
wanting what you want
regardless the consequences
i try to walk each day. i often think about the trees and plants i see as i walk. today the trees, naked of their leaves, looked haunted and i couldn't get over how the branches reached for the sun. so much of the year we can't see that. the words "this tree - witch tree" kept going through my head as i walked. sometimes most of a poem will write itself as i walk, sometimes, just a phrase or idea, echoes in my mind.
You are a heavenly soul
with the peaceful heart
and the full moon shines
in your shy smile.

Your eyes are beautiful
like the morning rose
Your face is shining
with an attractive mole.

Your hair is so colorful
like the sunny rainbow,
that smells in your window
and makes the air cool.

You are a happy queen
with a sweet voice;
Keep smiling always
like the moon on the ocean!
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