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 Jul 2011 Alfredo Jacques
Amelie
Stop trying to be perfect,
There's no reason to be worried
Everybody has a defect,
Everybody is a bit stupid.

Stop listening to those people
Who say you're not worth it,
They're just trying to hurt your soul,
Trying to **** your spirit.

Stop hiding your face
Under so much foundation,
Dark circles will not be erased,
It won't bring you admiration...

Stop everything. Just live. Just love.
Do something you like to do,
It will become all you can think of.
Don't let anything stop you.

Smile, because life is amazing,
And because you want to be happy
Smile, just spread your wings,
And be who you want to be.

Think about all those people around you,
Who think you are special
Think that their love is so true,
And that's why life is magical.

You have so many things to live for,
Smile, because you want to be someone,
And because you want to do more
Smile, because you want to be a free man.

*Smile. Life is beautiful.
A poem falls short; I'd like, instead
to draw a single line from me to you
and watch it curl into a word
so beautiful it's still unsaid –
or press paper to the window pane
so that the day might saturate
a note that brightly warms your hands,
spills birdsong from imagined trees
and buzzes like fat bumblebees,
but I am bound by language, love; I can't.
Your eyes are introducing an attentive gaze
Analyzing everything, you see
Commanding the unfamiliar to be openly revealed
Exhibiting your intensive curiosity

An open expression of gathering awareness
Gently glows there upon your face
Transcending all of the troubled disturbances
Communicated here in this place

There is a vast swarm of shifting transformations
Not seen by the unguarded eye
Now zealously revealed to your attentive gaze
As your awareness begins to rise

The harmonious elevation of your wondrous unveiling
Strikes a chord in the depth of thee
Awakening the knowledge, you hold deep inside
As what is hidden, you can now see
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
I am lost in an ocean wave of reflection, a delicious place to be
How still I sit and look upon this paradise
All from a different time and place
Where shadow and substance
Become me

From the haunted places that call from within my dreams
My soul gently mixes with the sun and rain
In broken territories I cannot claim
Yet hidden in the grasses
I am redeemed

The world advances from the sorrow of its own eyes
With a tiny fist raised up in utter denial
Crying out “Do not wait for me”
Yet, I am lost in reflection
Hear me cry

Whose generosity bids the pulse of my own heart to beat
While I sit still and look upon this paradise
Why can I not claim these territories
Which lie here broken
At my feet
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm

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