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 Jan 2015
Edward Coles
You tell me to get a grip
but I have got nothing
to hold on to.
C
~Christi Michaels~January 2015~

painful to sleep next to your beloved
unaware that you are there
restless do I slumber
so close to one
seems not to care

wide space exists between
years stiched together loosely now
memories the only treasure
I dare hold close and how...

time once filled with wonder
precious lives did we create
                 joy and sadness                 
in all that we have made

vows binding and forever
sacred words embewed with trust
committments from so long ago
amidst powerful love n' lust

holding space together
believing in return
of all that was held sacred
legacy rightly earned

Oh, my heart it wanders through
our years of time and space
how I miss your flush of smile...
loving gaze upon my face


Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
restless do I slumber
 Jan 2015
DC raw love
A life with herion I wish no one to experience. It is so hard to describe for all to understand. First do understand it does ****, If lucky you'll only get hooked.

The first words out of everyone's mouth is "not for me". I said it, guilty as charged!

Your first fix, you say your "just going to try it once", famous last words. So you do it. What a feeling. A warmth comes over you your eyes go shut, off to that euphoria, a land of lands, a settling feeling better then ***. Don't be fooled.
Many people die their first time.

As you said only once, the second and third time come. You want a little more each time. The money starts flowing and the tracks start. And you found a friend, the monkey. He needs to be feed all the time.

Money runs short, so you pay your bills or get high. Well if you don't get high you get sick. Just put it this way, when sick, it's paralyzing to say the least. So you say you'll pay the bill later one last time. Now your in a vicious circle. Pawning and stealing, manipulating loved ones and friends.

You think know one knows, wrong they all do, they beg you to stop. You think they don't understand. No, you don't understand. Help is the only way out.

Please understand this, ****** is bad but not the worst. ****, alcohol, coke, barbits do much more harm to the body.

These are not bad people, they just have bad ways. It's Insanity, doing the something over and over expecting a different result.

5 days to detox
28 days to break a habit
Follow up with treatment
N/A, C/A, A/A if needed.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change.
The courage to change the things that I can.
And the wisdom to know the difference.
Drug awareness
 Jan 2015
Orikinla Osinachi
Arise and shine my precious daughter
Arise and shine brighter and brighter
Like the sun is shining in Africa
Arise and shine my beloved Nkiruka.

No matter how louder the claps of the thunder
No matter how darker the clouds of the stormy weather
Be brave my precious daughter
Don’t faint in fear and don’t surrender
Even if you miss your footsteps in the slippery *****
Don’t ever give up and don’t lose hope.

My precious daughter always remember
That come rain or shine, your future is greater
So, arise and shine my precious daughter
Nkiruka! Nkiruka!! Nkiruka!!!
 Jan 2015
ryn
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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...
.
Dedicated to all of you...

If you're reading this...
This is for you...
.
 Jan 2015
ryn
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•      
be     
-hold    
    my  sole    
     prized instru-
       ment of choice•
         let it bear the wei-
           ght of my unspoken
           voice•in the dead of
             the silent night•i'll let
               loose my heart so it co-
                uld take flight•consoli-
                  dating all that i think•
                   and...converting them
                     into the blackest ink•
                       only then freely......it
                          would spill•down
                                   the stem and
                                         to the nib
                                            of my
                                               fea
                                                the
         ­                                        red
                                                  qui
       ­                                               ll
               ­                                         •
 Jan 2015
Amitav Radiance
Luscious words drip from your lips
Stoking the embers, waiting to burn
Wild fires aren't meant to be tamed
Dances to the wild beats of passion
Glow, you cannot stay away from
Lured to the way of the swaying walk
Path that leads to ecstasy
Never looking back again
Everything’s lit by the beautiful fire
Flares of passion play together
Inciting the deepest desires
Truth bares all
Can’t deny your way tonight
Nothing, but acceptance
Love is omnipresent
breathe in...
                   ... exhale
finding perfect joy in the surrender
welcome this river of clarity
to permeate...
                                  ... to quench
every fiber of your being
knowing
Love is omnipresent


~Christi Michaels~January 2015~
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
 Jan 2015
Rochelle R
Us
There is no "us" anymore.
There is only you.
I am but a ghostly soul trapped in a functioning cage.
But you!
You have so much potential to fulfill!
If you could see you, the way I do...
Oh well then, we would have to run to keep up.
Nothing would stop you.
Except "us".

That's why, loves, I must make my adieu.
I'm sparing you from me.
And that's the only gift I have worth giving.
Call it a parting-gift,
Though it's nothing at all compared to what you deserve.
I'm sorry for suffering you with "us".

Forgive me, my moons.
I wanted to be amongst your stars.
But I am just a comet,
My fate burns out much faster than yours.
And soon there won't even be a memory
Of  the "us" that was so very unjust.
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