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 Jan 2022 am i ee
Papaya
with grace
 Jan 2022 am i ee
Papaya
~
it all burns
  every saccharine melody i drink
from your lips to my ear
hot as paris in the summer rain
every sauter, plier and relever
with grace, i dance away
~
 Jan 2022 am i ee
Papaya
near gone
 Jan 2022 am i ee
Papaya
•~
everyone I love is dead or dying
so why am I still here
why am I still trying
   my daddy's near gone
and mama's always crying
everyone I love is dead or dying
but I'm still here
I'm still trying
~•
 Jan 2022 am i ee
Papaya
up
 Jan 2022 am i ee
Papaya
up


haven't watched the sun rise
      in quite some time
but i can remember its warmth when
the corners of your eyes curl up in a smile

it's such a beautiful thing
when you get to sleep in
with no where to go
but up


 Jan 2022 am i ee
Papaya
in my head
 Jan 2022 am i ee
Papaya
i.

you can **** a demon  
  with a bullet to your head
or you can make him dance for you
instead

ii.

so far i haven't found a cure
   for the sickness in my head
but i've found the path for entertaining it instead
 Jan 2022 am i ee
Papaya
to the left
 Jan 2022 am i ee
Papaya
<
three darts to the left
might have tried poisoned arrows instead
but it's about the pain not the death
and life, it's a wonderful mess
three strokes from dawn, now that's the true test
to dream, to rise
and do it all again
thank you, God
I feel so *******
blessed
Returning is certain.
One way, one day
Lifetimes within lifetimes
Transcend, one into
Another.
Eyes smile in recognition as
Adios will always
bring you home.
Copyrighted by Elisa Maria Argiro  May 2019 Iowa America Earth
You were young enough, and precious enough,

To get away with it.

I might not get away with it, but

I’m going to hide my shoes anyway.

So that I never have to leave the home

I have found in your heart,

my dear new, and ancient, friend.
©2019 Elisa Maria Argiro
You brought me back.
No gift more giving
Than innocent, silent
Thunder.
Copyrighted September 30, 2021 by Elisa Maria Argiro
Who knew.

I didn’t actually have to be blonde to have more fun, with all love to blonde women everywhere.

Holding onto my life, just as I did in that small raft on the River Ganges, while Ma Gangas was as doing all she could to ****** me into the rapids and keep me for herself forever,, I had to learn patience, and I did.

I held on early on when one disease and then another went after my tiny body, starting 10 days after I was born.

It didn’t matter.

I was here and right away I saw and felt this beautiful world all around me with a quiet intensity that field every sense, every cell in my body.
Copyrighted by Elisa Maria Argiro, 11 November, 2020, Maharishi Vedic City, America, Earth
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