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Fire, fire
burning higher
be the light,
to the dark
conspire
I can't just scream wake up
You don't grow without first having to learn
The pattern repeats ever cycling
The beginning and the end
With adaptation in between
The simple pattern forever repeats
From plants to atoms
To you and me
The layered sky
And the big blue sea
The stories aren't new
They are the same
The only thing different
Are the names
Look from your heart
Instead of your head
Then you can grasp
What I just said
If something resonates with you they say it is your heart telling you it's true. We're slaves to a system we can't abide. These aren't get to it later. These are musts. Stop fracking, controlling, extorting, using and abusing. We are not our just our bodies but also spirit.  Rewrite your program. We are here to learn who we are. We are energy. We are self aware. We need to be self aware as spirit. Energy. It's what allows you to rewrite your code. Stop believing the illusions. You control them not them controlling you.
To create is a gateway. A bridge that allows you to connect emotionally. Feel it. Math shows it. Art shows it. Life shows it. Look from your heart. Break the cycle. Stop hearing it start feeling it. Get deeper than the shallows. Shut up and listen. Take time to observe. Practice periods of not talking but simply watching. What did you see?
That is my truth for the precise moment. Forever expanding like the universe itself because we are it and it is everything. Don't just react to your life. Be aware. Question why you feel the way you do and find out if it is your truth or your program. It is like a darkness that feeds on us. Once you are aware of it. Have witnessed it you can release yourself from it. I won't hurt it and it can no longer hurt me. You don't destroy it. You find balance. For it is just as much part of the process as the light.
Without both there is no in-between. That is where this part of the program resides. It is the 3rd dimension. I accept it for what is is because I want to see more. I want to witness countless wonders. They are everywhere on every level. In acceptance I found freedom to do something else. It is the same story. You just need to find your perspective of it and the words you use to identify and understand it. Whether it's sicence or music or art or religion or spirituality etc.
The heart Is the meter, the thing in which everything gets judged. It knows your truths.
Everything we understand we are witnessing their truths or expression in this dimension. We are only understanding the universe and everything in it at our own levels of understanding not its. We must change to grow. Add perspectives to unlock code.
Would you like to see?
A little more of me?
Perhaps just a sliver,
a warm spreading shiver?
A morsel, a crumb,
to be under your thumb.
But not just yet,
horse before the cart,
stay over there and
let the games start,
of who can stay in
their own chosen chair
but I’ll warn you right now
I never play fair
There’s a wasp in the house
He snuck right on in
But I’m all alone
Wearing nothing but skin
Buzzing and humming
He moves lightning fast
He’s angry I’m sure
No need to ask
He needs to be caught
Or if not, then swatted
I wish I had foresight
Enough to have plotted
An action and course
For exactly this thing
But it did not occur
To me this morning
Now I know you might say
What about me
But you see that just simply
Won’t, and can’t be
For I’m hunkered On down
In the closet all snug
There is no way in hell
I’ll go near that **** bug
So here I will stay
With clothes all rolled up
Wedged in the crack
So the wasp can’t checkup
I gather reserves
Of brave that I’ve stashed
And face this mean wasp
No longer abashed
I gave him a stern talking
Told him what’s up
then demanded he crawl
In to my tea cup
Walked back to the door
And hear a loud “hey kid”
Then slowly it dawned
That I am still naked
I held my head high
As my skin flushed
A wasp in a teacup
A lady in the buff
I released him unharmed
Still on my task
Then turned right around
And smacked my own ***
To all of the neighbors
Staring at me
I ended with the most
Proper curtsy
Don't go in the water
with a cut upon your skin
Don't go in the water
if you want to keep your limbs
Don't go in the water
It's been raining all this week
Don't go in the water
Not the river, bay, or creek
For if you go in the water
You will be the catch
To the very small bacteria
Entering through your scratch
Or switch the last two lines to:
To a hungry alligator
For you're definitely no match
We
We
You turned ME
upside down
          into a WE
A beautiful reflection of the both of us
All the advice we give and people we try to change all simply won't matter. People will do exactly what they want to do the moment you are not around. If something is truly important you only ever really need to say it once. Everything else is energy you could be spending doing what you want whatever that is. So just accept that now. Accept that people will do what they want to do and stop trying to change that. Choose you instead
I have watched the generations above me as their parents have passed and it's always sad but also a fresh breath because now they can be themselves when they quite frankly could have been all along. All the energy invested into trying to find validation. It's a white knuckled love. We grip things so tight forgetting that we have our own hearts to tend to.
Everybody lives until the moment they are dead. And once you are dead life continues on just as it always has so choose love daily. Choose you.
We are living verbs
Love is gravity
Truth is Function
There are times when sadness is triggered.  A conduit of tears through a heart that understands. My tears are like prince rupert drops. I can cry them without breaking. Standing witness to the sadness and filtering through love.
Those things
You think
Are your weaknesses
Are really
Your greatest strengths

You just haven’t been taught
To see them properly
Because you
Are to busy
Feeling them
His name is Future
Her name is Present
She is a gift
He will always hold
For all we know what we see as the universe
Is really just the circulatory system
Of a enormous being
We can not even begin to fathom
Maybe we are molecularly part of a white blood cell
Or part of the neural network that makes up the brain
Perhaps the tiny spark of knowing we call intuition
At some point you just have to say
I know I don't know
And that is enough
What if’s are sifty
Grains of sand
Falling from
Beneath
You.
Creating
A pocket of
Terminal velocity
Below the mantle
On which you stand
The cadence and rhythm of feelings
The thread stitching the duality everything
The kerning of a word
The space between a electron and
the nucleus of an atom
It is a bridge
The looking glass to Wonderland
The wardrobe to Narnia
The ship to Neverland
The platform to Hogwarts
The powder of a firework
It is a catalyst to magic
Love goes exactly where it needs to go.
It is a current. And just like the weather, sometimes fickle.
It proceeds your journey as a path before you.
Where is my mind?
Sometimes behind
Sometimes ahead
Sometimes laying still in my bed
Is it confined?
Sometimes blind
Sometimes aware
Sometimes like M.C Escher's stairs
What does it mean?
Sometimes clean
Sometimes *****
Sometimes a little bit flirty
Always between
Sweet and obscene
Parity and rarity
If ya know what I mean
Some grow like flowers
Soft and unfolding
And others like weeds
Fast and defiant

I'm no flower
Darkness needs no fancy tricks to mess up your whole day.
He simply must sit and wait for you to go astray.
There is plenty here without his help to bring you down to size.
He laughs and watches from his perch with amusement in his eyes.
For rarely does he need to act in any special way
He simply whispers your own fears back, toying with his prey.
A rude remark, a sneer or glance from someone you don't know
Are just some tools he can use to keep you down and low.
So look up my friend to the sky and try never to forget
That life is short, but oh it's worth not to heed his threats.
For once you learn his secret tricks you see them rather quickly
Allowing you to shake it off and move along more swiftly.
His
Smile escaped
Engulfing my reality
Suspended in gravitational timelessness
Home
If ever I start to baah and bleet
And start to turn into a sheep
Slap me good and slap me hard
Keep me out of the farm yard
Bring to light the mindless plight
And remind me that I howl at night.
I am not a kneeler
I’m a wild thing, a wildling
Connected to the organic
Living in the pulse
Twirly
Swirly
Whirly
soft as a willow wisp glides
Lift
Shift
Drift
Into the air they slide
At the hint of your touch my eyes begin to slide closed in slow motion as my body inhales inclining anticipation. My flesh poised for ignition. Exposed. Your glide creates electric waves of sensation, rippling through me dimensionally. Expanding oxygenless rapture where every cell comes to full attentioned life and every single atom drinks in boundless pleasure. Delighted by the tendrils of your touch my entire being dances in the earthy ***** thrum that makes me want to dig my toes into dirt and root down deep to enjoy the fullness of you.
A ***** I am on open seas
Where I feel completely free
Adventure my notion
Movement my lotion
Won't you come and sail with me?
Give me sunshine and wind and I'm as beautiful and carefree as a dandelion wish.
True story
Star bright, starlight
On this long drawl summer night
Wish I may, wish I might
Fill my arms with you tonight
The darkness in you is the same within me. I deny mine and call it by other names but the depth of the depravity all remains the same. So eager to cover and ignore the parts of me that shriek, only to leave me contorted and weak for denying such things. Preferring the illusion of strength when really, it is what is meek. I am not as brave to shine that light upon that grave. The one I keep stomping on to keep from the day. Your release is sweet victory. Coaxing out all the doubts and fears I’m too afraid to face alone, reverberating off the pile of my bones. The echo of your words soothe the lies I lead. All the while I’m caged pretending to be free

©odiouswench
When awake in the morning without you next to me
disappointment settles like a thick fog.
You are the first thing I want to see when I open my eyes
and the last thing I want to see when I close them.
When t hose do not occur it throws me in to a wobble.
It reminds me of the lyrics you like so much... "To love is to hate"
I hate when the space next to me is not filled with you.
Fishing line sentences
Baited with words
Cast far out into the sea
Drifting and reeling
Ever so slowly
What they will bring to me
Free thinker
Soul winker
Reality tinker
Words are like containers of glass
Determined by the size of their mass
Naughty or nice
They are quite the vice
Unless speaking out of your ***
If I possessed no vocal chords
Would my actions finally be seen?
Would it help move you towards
A new kind of cuisine?

If I possessed no lips to kiss
Would I even be worth your time?
Would it alter what you miss
And change the paradigm?
I don’t write
I weave with words
Until they read
Like spells of magic
You have my mind all sing song
You're my Z to A right wrong
Versa vice, oh how nice
This backward ditty ding-****
You
You
Your lips
My gravity
A wellspring
Forever drawing
Me nearer to thee
Time slowing
With every fraction
Of distance closer
Pulling, swirling
Woven like magic
Whispered through
Every cell
Mesmerized
By the vortex
Of you
The beauty of another human soul is when
you meet someone who is open to themselves.
You get to stretch to the edges and find new discoveries
There is always progress and growth
As much as there is acceptance for yourself

The world through Y O U

Only Y O U decide Y O U R beliefs
Only Y O U decided YOUR actions
Only Y O U decided YOUR feelings
Only Y O U decided YOUR everything

It's A L W A Y S up to only  Y O U
work in progress
Now
Square one
Only ever you
The beginning and end
Source
I feel your gaze on me
like a swinging watch
Let YOUR heart be the commitment
Your actions speak the truth of
Hide and Seek
Peek-a-boo
Come find me
I'm just for you
I have handled pieces and fragments
of my fiancé’s skull as I plucked
them from my driveway and tucked
them in the bushes, put to rest

I have scrubbed the last ****** gurgles
Of stomach bile from the room
That your father died in, and the linens
That comforted and held him as he went

I have cleaned elderly poopie trails
Off the polished wood floors
As they wind their way to the bathroom
Where gramps is stuck on the floor, again

Is it too much to ask
For a little help with
the ******* dishes?
Im so tired of the one doing all the yucky things.
If I haven't had my coffee
I can be more than a bit bossy
Drinking while it's hot
Straight from the coffee ***
Black and plain please, not frothy

Chemical energy hits my brain
Pumped directly through the veins
The day can now begin
Settled in my skin
As long as the caffeine remains

Take it away and you shall see
A very different side of me
Touch the *** and die
I dare you to try
You have until the number 3

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