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If I stared in your eyes
Would you realize
That my heart beats faster
Than ever before
And that my heart grows fonder
Of you all the more

I was never meant to feel this way
But that changed on that day
When I looked into your eyes
And a passion began to rise
Ignited my thoughts are drawn to you
Wondering if your heart flew too

I realize that I feel too quickly
But what if I gave in emotionally
Just let my heart fancy the thought
That what if I had caught
Your heart as you have mine
If I pursued would it be fine

But alas my heart has tricked me before
Many times I thought I could soar
But every time I fell down fast
So I will be more patient that in my past
For the next lady I pursue
Will, dear wife, be you
 Nov 2015 Celeste
MaryJane Doe
Early is the mourning
Of the glory that shall pass
Cold is the forelorning
As I dream of the past

In the days of old
The knights were still bold
Now its foretold
That the nights will be cold

This chivalrous knight of mine
Rides in with winter wind
Freezing the vine
And my heart in the end

I'll wake in the morning
To find that glory has past
The nights are freezing
And cold hearts
         Cant last
Inspired by you :)
This is for all of you, whom felt abandon or Left behind.
Believe me , I been there myself but God does not leave us behind.
He might test us, thus showing us our heart health here.
But he loves each of us equally, but we all are on different journeys.
So some he protect from being killed as he did to Job in book of Job.
While others he takes , as the unborn babies that died at birth.
But at times it seems that you mess up and God has left you.
But unlike people, if you belong to him, he does not leave you at the alter.
For we too many times go on feelings instead of God's truth .
I am laying down all of my anxiety ,what's if, and anything else.
That shall cause me to lose trusting the one that knows everything.
I am going to allow him to use me to minster to everyone else.
For there I am sure people that hate the Christ within me now.
But I am going to love them anyway, because we all need God.
I am not going to run in fear because they hate my Savior Lord.
I am going to start making an stand, praying for them every day.
Because just because Someone hate God does not mean that they do not need our prayer.
Those are the ones that needs our prayer the very most here on the earth.
 Nov 2015 Celeste
Banana
I watched a man die today.
It happened at the breakfast table;
he slumped over in his chair and started to convulse.
His lips turned white and I helped him from the chair to the floor.
He gasped for air and I grabbed his hand.
His chart clearly stated "DO NOT RESUSCITATE", so I didn't.
I kept calling his name, as if recognition of his existence would ward off death. It didn't.
Helpless, I sat there on the kitchen floor, with a man I took care of but didn't really know.
It was like trying to preform vitals on a mannequin. No pulse. No respirations.  No blood pressure. No air.
I pronounced his time of death "11:12h",
I told someone they should probably write that down.
I had never seen death before, not even at a funeral.
They made me clean his stiff body and we carried him from the kitchen to his room.
Now I understand the saying "dead weight".
I kept his jaw closed so the undertakers wouldn't have to break it.
They call this "rigor mortis", when the body stiffens.
Then everyone looked to me for guidance "you have an education, right? You know what to do."
They don't teach you this in school.
The undertakers came and hoisted him into the body bag.
Why did they take him like that? Cleanly zipped the black bag of doom from bottom to top.
There, ladies and gentlemen, was the grand finale of ninety-three years of existence.
I wasn't ready for him to leave.
How will he breathe? Wait-- right. Dead people don't breathe.
I wasn't ready for him to be dead.
They should've come later.
How do I move on from this? From something so absolute?
Maybe I should've chosen a different career.
Sorry this is kind of raw and not very poetic. But this is more like a story I guess, or something I had to get off my chest. A patient of mine died and I needed to tell it like it happened.
 Nov 2015 Celeste
Banana
Rejection
 Nov 2015 Celeste
Banana
I reject your food,
I reject your greed,
This is a protest.
This is the only thing with which I can make a point.
And when they ask my why I'll ask them "why not"?
I'll ask them why they allow this culture, this society, these warped values and ******* to infect them.
Why are we so apathetic?
How can we stand to be alive?
 Nov 2015 Celeste
Banana
I am a global citizen, a temporary resident of this earth,
I barely exist but I refuse to be anything less.
I refuse to bury my head in the sand behind borders.
Borders are just ideas, right?
Ideas that compartmentalize people and places,
It's easier to be apathetic to foreign faces.
It's easier to be controlled and lulled into the hamster wheel that keeps the world going round in the right direction for those with the money.
As long as we run and don't ask questions the rich stay rich and the poor stay poor.
But the worlds' pain is my pain, and their pain is your pain-- wake up.
Children are dying in horrific ways, people are suffering, and the real irony of it all is that it doesn't have to be this way.
While I'm writing this, the old boys politician clubs of our "democratic" countries are smoking cigars, driving foreign cars and talking about the weather.
 Nov 2015 Celeste
Banana
I stare at the LED screen, it's been a few hours.
I can start to feel that hum of the light and vibrations of thoughts behind my eyes, telltale signs of not blinking for too long.

I sit slouched on my bed, bent over my laptop immersed in another world-- one of ideas and electrical signals.

50 year old me will look back on these days, I'll probably regret my poor posture, poor diet and bulimic tendencies.

I am a product of my generation, addicted to any escape mechanism to which I can cling, God knows there's tons of viable outlets.

I can talk to strangers online and pretend I'm important. I can play games like living another life, I can do drugs, have lots of *** and immerse myself in the complications of relationships.  I can develop an eating disorder and immerse myself in the depths of that nightmare; anything to avoid the even bigger nightmare which is life, which is truth.

I choose not to wake up.
world of war craft-- not wars and bombings in far away countries.
Strangers online--not my ****** up family problems.
Celebrity Instagram-- not politicians and corruption.
Selfies-- not self worth.
I choose not to wake up.
 Nov 2015 Celeste
Steve Johnson
Love is temporary

Vague as a memory

Lots of energy....

Love is Chemistry

Shallow as Identity

Deep as Gravity

If Love is Lost Then Love Found Me

Love is Us.
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