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 Dec 2014 Amy Blanchette
Pax

The wounds of my past
lingering and wondering
through the days of my life
then you came along
and heal this dying soul.
This magic coated masked melted like candles.
Your resonated flames made it into liquid nitrogen.
Making it unattainable
for me to grasp and hold into.
It evaporated in the sun kissed skies.
My black salted tears evaporated
By your brightly warm glow.
I feel alive and free.
The wounds faded into scars
Leaving a mark of lamented past
Reminding me that I’ve learned.
I came back to this wondrous existence with you at my side
I bid farewell to the dying lands of grief
And promise not come back
As long as your light and wisdom shines on me
Never fading.


© Pax
written: September 9, 2012
 Dec 2014 Amy Blanchette
Brycical
Sing songs of parsley vivacious ***** jazz.                                    

Dance that moon hoodoo rattlesnake tango.

Play ancient games like enter the mysterious iridescent doorway.

Smoke your poetry books.                    

Remember to forget your cell phone in the shower drain.

Cauterize your family pictures onto magazines and newspapers.          

Sail across the ghost waters of unforgiven memories.

Throw yourself into your heartstrings.                                                    

String yourself onto your nirvana sphere.            

Lick the soul.

Burn square enclosures.          

Paint with your mind's mouth instead of the hands.                      

Live and ******.
A chief reason
Polyamory isn't for me
is that I am lucky
to have the Time
one Love deserves.
My mask is what I have become.
A clown drowning in his own tears while smiling for the world.
The paint won't come off.
My skin is stained snowy white and my red nose piece is how I breathe.
Removing a single piece would be suicide
and this why my first faced was dyed.
No one to talk to or confide,
a clown in a cage, telling jokes for your laughter.
HAHAHA...
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