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 Mar 2019 Ronell Warren Alman
Jen
You settle down your life,
Slow your pace,
Relax your gaze,
Do what it takes
Everyday
To make it through another
Day.

I've been thinking
Will all this careful planning,
Really matter
If tomorrow were the last?
We never get days back.
 Mar 2019 Ronell Warren Alman
Jen
It’s a fingerprint parade,
They press down into this bubble,
It doesn't break.
You’re enclosed in it,
Where is this place?

Not recognizing...

Breathing rapidly into a balloon that surrounds,
Calm down; quiet

White walls are the only thing you see, a display of them stretching
To infinity.

Let colors expand endlessly.
I remember
sometimes

her voice would quiver

like paper lanterns
dancing in some
foreign nighttime glow

I fancy
sometimes

I knew that sweet tremble

at a tea ceremony table
beneath Chinese skies
many years before

it first caressed my ear
How mindlessly on Life's ocean we float,
Practicing deceit, causing tears to fall,
While a witness silently takes note --
Time sees and hears all

Not one false vow made in the name of Love
Will escape Time's ever watchful eyes;
Like thawing snow reveals the frozen dove,
Time unveils all lies

Tears carve channels that are easy to trace,
Brows are furrowed by promises broken;
You need only look upon my face .......
The years have spoken
You know ,
Confusion is a clear
Symptom of abuse.
Healthy relationship
Are always clear
Like the deep blue sky
on a sunny day.

You always know
Where you stand
Like the deep blue sea ,
You do not  waver

Yes,  it is not always
Easy to let go
But
You’ve got to find a way
To let people go
And
Institutions that bring
Confusion in your life
Pruning is necessary to maintain a healthy relationship   Often times a healthy relationship  comes, not in the addition but in the editing. #pruned #growth
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
My fingers crawl to
the loneliest place when I
want and miss you most.

-m.b
I love it when she’s blue,
I love it when she’s gold,
I love it when she’s silver,
I love it when she’s cold,
I love it when she’s quiet,
I love it when she’s bold,
I love it when she’s calm,
I love it when she folds
I love her for her secrets,
I love her for her songs,
I love her for her rights,
I love her for her wrongs,
I love it when she moves me,
When she pulls me,
When she soothes me,
I love it when she’s red,
I love it when she’s gray,
I love it when she’s mine,
I love it when she strays,
I love her for her warmth,
I love her for her stare,
I love her for her depths,
I love her for her care.
I’m in love with ocean. Her beauty, her grace. The secrets she harbors, the life she gives to all creatures. I love the way she holds me & makes me feel free. I am euphoric, I can see her now. No caps because I am truly meek in her presence.
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