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means absolutely solitary  

nearing midnight
turned the night stand light off

using an old TV show,
a Law & Order seen multiple times,
as a pseudo lover,
as a denial of my
absolitary status
which is only lonely

and

a) absolutely useless stupid cause
who doesn’t know the tv is a lousy lover

b) driving autocorrect insane,
she protesting,
she,
the female voice within me raucously denying that

I am definitely neither

absolitary

neither absolute nor solitary.

fine

instead I am only
absolutely ready
to give this poem away
and go off solitary
to meet my
lover muses
who are ready willing able
to be refreshed by
refreshing me
with nary a spoken word

but those visions, notions, potions
they plant within next to that female voice
are
absolitary wonderful
6/21/18
Is it true?
You snooze my electric rooster
Brim my coffee cup
Blossom that chestnut tree
Invite doves to my window lane
Is it true?
You garnish solace in my breakfast
Giggle with me hand in hand
Hail the cab rampageously
Pour love beyond edge
Is it really true?
You enlighten my morning moans
Unseen and unrecognized
Every adored embellished morning
The blades of grass bear the aroma
You wade in my nose
Down to mouth and stretch my lips tenderly
I wake up today..tomorrow
With a blushing grin
Is it as clear as sea water
That you waded, wiped seas of brine fluid
In the seas of my eyes??
If I read anymore of your poems
I shall merge.

Love Mary x
Words
Free to be spoken
Written down
Bent or broken
Encouraging
Feelings inside
Endorphin release
With a twist of the mind

Expressed
But seldom explained
Maps and mazes
Through the poetic brain
Meditatively rewarding
Each creation creates
But do beware
Words are but keys
That open floodgates
.....
Traveler Tim
All little girls want toys
The toys
They grow attached to them
But toys break
Toys break to easily

toys are fragile
But girls
Are also fragile
They will cry
And cry

Hoping for someone to care
But no one does
Because its just a toy
But girl she'll cry

She'll say its not fair
And if she cries enough
She'll get a new toy
Or at least thats what she must think

All toys become broken at some point
But theres always glue to fix them
So instead of crying little girl
Fix it

Or your toys will stay broken.
What! What are you saying ? How can I be?
I must overthink I must display my needs,
I must be continuously in my worry,
In this very situation I can not save me
Certainly not but can You, Can YOU save me?
Will my life end in the middle of this race?
Will I have continually fallen from Grace?
Do I have what I need? Do I have the Faith?
Yet again stuck in my worry shouting
Will you remember me will you save me
Will YOU save me from the, Lonely?
But I hear the same thing,
the same thing that has been repeating,
Just Be

The day that I met you was the day I could be,
No longer am I riddled with anxiety,
if I had never known your love,
I would've never been set free, Sentenced to serve my life as a slave,
looking for my next step in this unending race,
The death sentence of living by my accolades,
Cursed to value my life by my own pride, but I hear the same thing,
the same thing that has been repeating,
Just Be

So ironic that what should have been a casualty,
Would save me from a dark reality,
What is this that God has given,
That God has given to me;
The poetry has a way of setting me free,
Releasing my soul and letting me breathe,
Much like an outlet or true therapy,
Keeping my trepid and jumpy heart steadied,
The darkness will leave me just like energy,
Following the same laws as entropy,
For His will is greater than mine is for me,
The pressure released I hear Him say,
Just BE.
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