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 May 2013 Amber W
Megan Renee
Sometimes
you make me want to
punch you in the face.
You ignorant diluted shovanist
How dare you
I gave you everything
My life.
My security.
My independence.
What have you given up?
nothing.
Not a tear.
Not your single stability.
You
You sit on your high throne
Built
It almost seems
At the price of
Your humanity.
For I see little.
I am starved of
Respect,
Self importance,
kindness,
Appriciation.
I blame your mother
She is your darkness
She who starved you of
love
Compassion
Caring
Tenderness
She planted the seed
That grew
To mistrust
In my ***.

And so I pay.
I take the slashing
Of my
self dignity and respect
I wade through
Day by day
The debris of his
Pain
Past
Problems
I have a boat
So I shall try
Back and forth
With my oars
Relentless
As the icebergs
I am fighting
to prove myself better
Because
I am a captain
Of my little boat
And
I will continue
Tirelessly
Relentlessly
Endlessly
To offer
To you
My
Love
Compassion
Caring
Tenderness
Heart
Loyalty
Body
Soul
Forever.
Just me
In my little boat
pulling though
Because
This place is
Beautiful
Can you see it
In his
Smile
Laugh
Sleep
Simplicity
I won't give up
Not on you my love
For I
Am a captain
And you are
My bliss.
 May 2013 Amber W
Cadence Musick
i am church
poetry is church
sin is church
art is church
blood is church
lust is church
little girls selling lemonade is church
sundays are church
mondays, tuesdays, wednesdays, thursdays, fridays
saturdays too.
church isn't a place
it isn't anything
but everything
and god sees all
 May 2013 Amber W
RyanMJenkins
Silently roaming through the astral plane
Projected myself into the foreign, the strange.
Tamed the mind to relinquish the bind,
And so no longer does energy spent feel like a grind.
I invest it in the right places.
Surroundings change, as do the faces.
Think of me as they wish, but in the mirror I am not looked down upon.
So I wander free, barefoot, to soak up Mother Earth's electrons.
I promise to share,
With so much glorious emptiness,
There's more than enough room to spare.

For the next couple minutes though, I'm going to sit in this chair.
Listen to a calming frequency, 528 Hz, for healing and DNA repair.
I've done enough damage, and looked to too many tomorrows.
The thoughts themselves didn't bring up enough motivation to borrow.
So I must keep moving, and slip into the unknown,
That way I can be certain.

I've done enough work to my inner temple that I can now pull back the curtains.
Anxieties, were nothing but lies to me, but now I see
The ever-morphing puzzle that is this intricate reality.
Situations wanna battle me, but I've become war-tested
Cleaned more than I've caused, inevitable messes.
There are times I find it hard to let go of the the stresses.
And so to bless this, I turn inward
~ breathing becomes among all I've heard.

The chatter ceases and worry decreases.
Loosened the leashes to let the animals play
I realized I was a pawn and today is my day.
Traveling one way, and that's forward.
Gonna make it to the end without looking at the scoreboard.
With inner peace I will reach the destination without being bothered.*
Gonna show the king his reflection in my calm waters.

— The End —