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        All the poems I write
     are just the beginning
                              and end
               of every thought
   I've ever had about you.

Let's just table this discussion
so I can table you.

Why would i not wash his shirt?
For all that's spread on it is dirt.

What he wore on that day
The shirt got all stories to say.

Enemies surrounded them that day
And my man was armed on guard
Bombs and bullets let free
And my man rose with a gun

The arms of his shirt stretched
For the nation and his people
Bullets in his shirt got etched
And my man fell on the ground

Why would i wash his shirt?
The same arms now stretches for me
Sure it doesn't stink
For all i get is his fragrance

Why would i wash his shirt?
Through the holes on the shirt
Is shown a world different
With all roses and smiles
Stands my man for me.

Why would i wash his shirt?

I will give poems a rest for a while
give myself a break and others too

just lie on my bed and propped high
with my big red day pillow

look at the tree close outside
where yesterday

a blackbird sang and sang and sang
I was enraptured

and wrote a poem about how
no one heard

all the deaf are  listening
to their own plugged in music

while all around the earth is
heaving with new life

the winter blanket thrown aside
so that spring air and spring sun

can midwife bear new leaves
snowdrops and jonquils

no church bells ring so they
come  in modest silence

harbingers in all colors
to say a new year is here

and warm enough that
our skins can feel it too

Somewhere between

Everything and nothing
Everywhere and nowhere
Presence and absence
Life and death
Light and dark
Peace and war
Thoughts and actions
Zero and Infinity

Lies
My heart!!!
Doing something
Lying somewhere
Physically present
Mentally absent
Living to die
And
Dying to live
Searching for the sun
Thinking to act
Counting the finite in the infinity!!!

And
I
Am
A
Bundle
Of
Contradictions!!!!

A young girl at heart
     A woman in
metamorphosis

The man who tries to prove a point
Is unsure of how sharp it is.
A man who wars with blunt arms,
Is confident in his own strength.

The man who bears armor brave,
Falls heavy into his own grave.
The man who comes naked
Is sure he will return unscathed.

But, not every warrior is the same;
And no war can be fought
In the shadow of divine aim.

Can you believe it!
I'm in your head, you are reading my very thoughts
Somehow my energy has crossed paths, with you
This isn't a theory you seeing this is proof, its true
Imagine the power in this connection
from fingers on a keyboard
to affecting a reality
close or far from me
Imagine if we used this power for love
We could all be one...
haha let me stop getting sappy
And just enjoy the connection we made and be happy :)