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Here beyond the sandstone crease
Long beneath this fractured fault
I take my bow as tears do cease
Collected in a cardboard vault

Dreamt of moments spent like this
Where the sky does touch the ground
Lost in the horizon’s mist
Following a whispered sound

Walking long of nights and days
Breathing in the feathered air
Changing course in mad display
Seeking but a simple care

When your hand appears the light
Shining down of softened beam
Cast aside and to the right
Read my thoughts of which I dream

Take me from this cautioned place
Show me bright un-faded land
Lead me for I long to trace
Every line upon your hand

As I feel my heart does beat
Now that you have led me strong
With a love I must repeat
Hold me close and hold me long

This may be my dying part
But my life is now fulfilled
Your have breathed into my heart
*And my every fear is stilled

Mauve is my favorite Color
A sister to Burgundy,
dusty Rose, soft Purple hues..
Love variations of Creams,
buttery Golden Yellows,
Blues, Teals, Pinks and Crimson

Not so much..the Primaries.
So very saturated and bright,
What captives my attention
is the endless, sumptuous possibilities
blending of spectrums and
hues providing me the most delight

Huge fan of Black...
A non-color
the definitive definition defining
lack of all Color.
Which is actually a dichotomy...
As to create black is to chose a base tone
Then blending a series of other Colors
So that every black
The exception being formulations
becomes a variation of a theme..

The debate continues,
If Black is truly the definition
of lack there of, therefore not deserving the title
of being a Color, where does that leave those that insist that Black is their's (favorite)?
Hmmm, maybe Black is my favorite Color too...

In deepest regret I keep my debts,
Knowing one day I will die

If that day comes today,
I want you to know that I died full of lies

For a traitor is he,
Who follows unknown,
Into the darkest secrets of the mind

But let me tell you a tale,
Of great wit and wisdom,
The only thing I'm sure will survive

A tip of a tear,
A groan of a wolf,
The howling of the unsound moon,

That is where the treasure lies,
A sorrow is a true boon.

Another drag. I’m half naked in the bathroom. Giggling as the blue dream reddens my eyes. There’s smoke everywhere. I’m alone. I’m content. My demons are away at the moment. There’s solace in the crowded air. My lungs are preoccupied as I cough repeatedly. My mom has no idea. She’d **** me. I have a job interview in the morning. the girl i like most is head over heels for some random guy with probably bigger junk than me. My giggle turns into a laugh. Who cares. Another drag.

Icey wind blows
snowflakes swirling
'bout my head

Wrapped against the cold
mittens and shawls
my new best friends

The air is clear, brisk
Not a cloud in sight
The wind is still
on this cold
silken night

House becomes harbor
Secure safe and warm
Comfort embraces Us
upon finding Our way home


Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.

i ******* hope you never forget me
i hope you ***** my words at 2 am
i hope my face haunts you in your sleep
i hope i ******* turned your life around
i hope i challenged you
i hope i crashed your world
i hope i was a hurricane
i hope you were addicted to me
i hope you hated me
i hope i was your ******* nightmare
so that you would never forget the deep mark i left

this is a poem...pre thanksgiving....
and is written for a number
of people on site who will
be either alone....or find the
holiday difficult....for various reasons....
please be kind....and share the love....some are going through....hard times.

i know this lady
a friend of mine
who will sit alone on thanksgiving

to her, in many  ways
this year has been unkind
with death, sickness and
memories that bind....

she still has much to be thankful for and this she
knows....
but the table is lonesome
and the world has lost it's
glow....

at present housebound
or i know...she would go
ease the suffering of others
passing turkey and stuffing
around,
with a kind word and a smile...
for she is known to go the extra mile...

when one thinks....
there are many like this....
many who spend the holidays
adrift....
or lost in a place...hard to find
we are thankful for this day
but don't let the celebrations
get in the way....
reach out in kindness,
and let it be known....
these people marginalized
are not alone....