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1.Forgone
learned languages:
silence speaks!
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2.Forgot logistics;
transcendence
rings bell.
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3.Transgressed limits
accidentally;
how fortunate!
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4.Dense darkness
highlights
the starlight
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5.Expected silver
got gold;
dissatisfied!
You couldn't stop smiling
Jibberjawing about nothing
Always stumbling on your emotions
Not sure what you were saying even made sense
You just blushed when I held your hand
Smiled when I said I love you
Remember?
All those good times we had together...gone
Guess time changes everything
And if you asked me where we go from here
The answer is always the same
I really don't know
We're just not in love anymore
old poem I found in my wallet.
~

I could not look away

I fell into the nightmares of a lover’s distant past
While the whispers in the darkness brought the spell her heart did cast
As it raked across my feelings and I cried out in the night
Did this smile I was wearing fit a little bit too tight
With her nails now painted crimson like the color of my blood
She could walk on my emotions as the silhouettes did flood

This the morning of believing that our time is filled with fate
And I find myself now screaming, "please don’t tell me it’s too late"
She collected every quarter on the number I did call
For she wanted me to know that I could never have it all
Still I crawled into the darkness with my eyes so open wide
And together we were drowning in the motion of the tide

In her eyes was every second of the minutes I could spare
Like a clock that’s steady ticking heartbeat rhythms sent to share
Drinking thirsty from the fountain as her finger it did press
On the chrome implanted wishes of an early moon confess
When I looked off in the distance and her beauty it did play
It delivered an affection and I could not look away
It's Easter morning
I can hear my kids say...

Whose going to find
All the eggs today...

Did he hide them outside
Behind a tree...

Under a branch
Just waiting for me...

Or inside when
We were asleep...

He was mighty quiet
I didn't hear a peep...

Check behind the flowers
On the TV...

He usually leaves one
There for me...

Yes, the bunny was busy
He had quite a load...

How does he do it?
It's Magic I'm told...

by ~ Judy
My first ever Easter Poem, reposted....
I turn to you my friend
when I feel alone and down
'every time' and 'now and then'
you listen without making a sound

You're reliable, my closest comfort
you'll forever stand by me
not judging my trivial thoughts
you're just 'there', you let me breathe

I run to you in those many moments
when I can't take it anymore
you're the only thing that makes sense
we know we've been here before

I'll return to you again and again
I trust you with my heart
my sole and solitary haven
we'll never be far apart

You rid me of my demons
and shed my many fears
helping me to confront them
and the soak up all my tears

I know I'll never leave you
you're my most supportive friend
you know my intent is true
and accept always, the love I send

So, dear poetry, I give my all to you
you helped to set me free
opened my eyes to the world of words
let me be, let me breathe and just be me
half formed thoughts,
half finished lines,
breakfast  half eaten,
left on the...

half asleep,
half awake,
half dressed child,
starting today...
a mistake.

let us rewind,
to, when we were
all still abed.
then when the alarm
rings out
snooze it
pretend we are dead
at least to this
half made greyest day
and turn away
from this half formed mayhem
of  harried reality

go back, go back,
to the land of dreams
for today,
the better choice...
no half sown seams to burst,
hems to trip on,
clothes, that will not zip,
the zip on that set of pants that i must fix
no bad hair, no external rants,
about work incomplete,(half done).
no thinking rude thoughts,
about stinking heat swelled feet.
just cool linen,
pressed against my tired cheek
.. and an island
deserted... with cool breeze
and
a fridge with filled with
chocolate eclairs
and iced coffee ...
a big squishy chair...
utopia ....
see i am halfway there..
but
halfway here also
and the bell has rung.
time for these...
half @rsed musings to be done.
phones to answer, emails too
reports to analyse, lectures to
prepare,
here i am
half an hour
into the day
and already...  way..
too tired to deal....
so position.. my clock hands... at..
half way past... i don't care.
this, an older piece, but suits the mood
still not particularly inspired
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