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 Oct 2015 Saturday Jones
martin
bless my sole
I'm in kneed
of a toe
it's all gone to waist
****
everyone nose
eye don't look
back
only a head
any more ?
I spent a good portion of the day
Writing poetry I'll never publish
Competing against people I'll never see.

The faux-socially aware
Stand on the shoulders of the confused,
My enemies have solidified over the years.

I'm a rolling stone
Never giving my contemporaries
The privilege of emotion.
Cold and uncalculating.

The only girl I tell myself I truly love
Has thrown away my notebook
In a fit of rage. I had written
Of another girl not unfamiliar.
Back to the beginning.
The way things were before the fall of man.
Before we knew religion.
No separation.
No nonsense of
Man vs man.

Without rulers of great fortune.
Without wars and despair.
Without greed without hunger.
Worry no longer.
Without a doubt.
Having faith in simply, “I can.

Back at the beginning.
All is man's peaceful nature.
Unknowing of hate, staying true to love.
When everything and everyone is ALL I AM.
Darkness & Light.
Together, hand-in-hand.
Beautifully weaving and believing.

One Two-Fold Force
Of Love and Light.
Providing and Supplying.
Nurturing through Nature.

Simply sounding enough.
Let it Be.
Om.
Ah-men.
© 2015 Ashley Jean.
All rights reserved.
Intellectual property of the author.
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