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Lined paper is where
my mind feels Free.
For some it's textured
with flakes and graphite,
instead of my blue black ink

My mind feels Free
to let it all out with ease
between these dotted lines.
Others find melancholy in melodic breaks
along with a strong bass line to a song

Either way,
We're all the same
We crave creativity
to let us be Free
aromatic coffee awakens senses
   midst the gestured warmth of radiant
      smiles's 'tween morning brew,
reverently paused to catch
    the awe inspiring  poignancy
               of sunrise's exhilaration,
whilst cozily wrapped in the delightful unfurl
   of captivating poetry's skillful delectation
    a rising ritual begun many blue moons afore,
  tempting consciousness, feeding soulfulness
    enlightening sensibilities as it
        enriches the day's appreciation
               'pon the keen awareness of poets,
tempests from all niches of the world
   coming together amid upheavals and serenity,
ceremoniously dubbed fierce confirmations
      of words expressly borne, communing the
         artfully spirited of resourceful artisans,
     procuring special collective bonds that
               only poesy can wholly dictate,
they look upon us as enigmas
  rather strange breed of puzzling characters,
     as this inexplicable endeavor
        escapes their stifled perceptions
         of conduit's musing reasonable facsimile,
we're merely cognitive passages for
    experiences on common ground
       in realizations of all-too-human foibles
          eccentricities, yearnings and fortitude,
released deliverance of  potpourri
   serving up inky joy beyond expression,
    intention's distinction deciphering
      reflections in meditative affirmations,
breadth of unrestrained beholden visions
   conjured notions of paramount significance
       wherein lies evidence of life's burnt offerings,
beginnings and endings of hearts' indulgences
     wept in resolute  celebrations of existence

                *as only a poet could discernibly translate
 Jul 2015 Amanda
Cathyy
The Child
 Jul 2015 Amanda
Cathyy
Lying in your arms dear,
I feel much more calm here..
It wouldn't be the worst thing,
If the sky changed right now..

Just whistle if you can't sing
And whisper if you can't speak
Hold me as the stars blink
And kiss me gently on the cheek

I'm a child always wanting more
Like wild waves crashing on the shore
I'll find my way, always.. This I'm sure,
To land right at your door..

Dreaming of my past life,
I was crying last night
So it wouldn't be the worst thing
If the grey clouds did the same

Just promise me I'll be okay
and be here when the sun wakes,
Will I live to see a Sunday,
Where I don't have to worry about the stresses of Monday?

Growing older but I'm still the same
I'm learning new things but I'm still insane
Just promise me that life is worth the pain,
And kiss me gently on the cheek

I'm still a Child, just less free.
Quite proud of this one :)
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