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Oh little butterfly,
by spreading your wings
in the morning glory,
you make my heart and soul fly.
We don’t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We don’t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We don’t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We don’t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We don’t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.
I've tried to avoid you last night, looking for a silver lining, but all I could find was just a neon moon and under its halo, your shadow crossed mine again.

They sang their song in unison, a lullaby of darkness, and all I wanted was to leave, for I have already prayed enough to the mirror version of you hoping, he might have mercy on me.

But then and there, under the neon moon, its light turned against, and all at once, I wanted to stay; not just fall in love again but to sojourn on the rise.
The word of God
Is neon now-
It screams odious
Love to the silent
Collection of limbs
Beneath it.

Iridescence
Falls in irradiated
Waves, reaches the
Sedate, the wanderers
Of Asphalt Nightmares,
At last.

They can hardly hear it
Over the mumble of voices.
They shift, leave by way
Of saturated, naked streets
Steeped
In weariness.

The new God is
Neon- but all the same
Unheard; It's violent lights
Looking to the morally
Righteous; finds
No one.
Long ago she lost the ability to cry.
He thought her so hard
She turned her face and walked away
As though she did not hear.

His eyes gestured, "I am drawn to you."
Wondering, "Is something here to explore?"
She walked away without looking back.
Stopped.  
Staring straight ahead.

He thought of himself, as a man of power.
So, he followed her
Lured with the intrigue of conquering.
Yet, she did not desire to be conquered!

She was only uncertain
How do I express, "I only want to be truly loved?"
He came to her. She resisted. He conquered.

She sank in despair
Becoming once more withdrawn.
The uncertainty of life loomed
As the shadow of doubt.
Does love even exist?
Or is it only an illusionary butterfly?

Determined to find love
She walked away.
Vowing, "Never will I be conquered again!"

She licked her wounds.
She grew.
She learned to cry again.
She healed.
Mending her once festered soul. 
No longer did she draw nor desire conquers.

A bright sun, anew
She roamed the universe. 
Within the Light of Wisdom.

At Dawn's New Day
Emerging with a lotus flower
Crested in her hair.
Dancing among the green meadows
A gentle man watched
wondering
"I'm drawn to you. Is there something here to explore?"
In Spirit
She replied, "Perchance."

It was then
They began to dance among the stars.
In graceful movement
Timing their waltz
Assessing capacity for esteem
Open to honor freedom.

They danced within agency
They danced within
the integrity of their movement.
She sighed relief.
Evidenced by a gentle tear
cascading along the arcing curve of her cheek.

In heart felt love
He gazed into her eyes
Receiving her golden tear.
With an anchored
To continue the dance
In Vita Grande.
Today, Tomorrow & Forever!
My challenges and resulting choices knocked me down. Yet, I stood up again and again. Standing until I discovered exactly what I did not want.  Standing until understanding came regarding how to open to what I desired. Now my life is not perfect. Yet there is freedom within partnership and we dance working through life's chalellenges and grow within love. I am forever gratefull.
Footprints-
When did they fade away,
In which inauspicious time
Only dust has increased step by step.

In a similar time-
Started walking again,
Stay behind all those hopes and mis-hopes
Anything remains are gone.

No more lament-
Silently wipe the tears,
Tiny moments remain forgotten
The dialogue is missing.

Floating in the sea of hope-
Firmly grasp the helm,
On the way forward
Love the silent acceleration.
Diamonds 💎
Or
Love ❤️
?
Purchase
Your
Love
From
Peace
And
Respect
Verbal and physical abuse is not love....it doesn’t matter how much someone (he or she)says they love you, once they start to get comfortable by disrespecting you, exit! Before things get out of hand...when you love someone, you cherish and respect that someone. I’m the type, even the F word bothers me...I am the youngest of 4 siblings, none of them can say that I used the F word toward them when I’m mad, not even when I was a teenager,  but one thing they will tell that, I keep to myself and stand up for myself! There’s a line you’re not supposed to cross.
I raise my son to always show respect to others, money cannot buy  love.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered.
Dear Queens and Kings, raise your princesses and princes right and be an example to them.
Show them a peace of mind and happy you.
Alexa, repeat
Verbal and physical abuse is not love....it doesn’t matter how much someone (he or she)says they love you, once they start to get comfortable by disrespecting you, exit! Before things get out of hand...when you love someone, you cherish and respect that someone. I’m the type, even the F word bothers me...I am the youngest of 4 siblings, none of them can say that I used the F word toward them when I’m mad, not even when I was a teenager,  but one thing they will tell that, I keep to myself and stand up for myself! There’s a line you’re not supposed to cross.
I raise my son  to always show respect to others, money cannot buy  love.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered.
Dear Queens and Kings, raise your princesses and princes right and be an example to them.
Show them a peace of mind and a happy you.
Alexa, repeat

Verbal and physical abuse is not love....it doesn’t matter how much someone (he or she)says they love you, once they start to get comfortable by disrespecting you, exit! Before things get out of hand...when you love someone, you cherish and respect that someone. I’m the type, even the F word bothers me...I am the youngest of 4 siblings, none of them can say that I used the F word toward them when I’m mad, not even when I was a teenager,  but one thing they will tell that, I keep to myself and stand up for myself! There’s a line you’re not supposed to cross.
I raise my son to always show respect to others, money cannot buy  love.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered.
Dear Queens and Kings, raise your princesses and princes right and be an example to them.
Show them a peace of mind and happy you.
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