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i was sitting out
on the porch
of our old historic
home this morning

the beauty of
the desert all around me

birds were making
their early waking
shower songs
the sun having just
arrived in from
the east

the temperature
is perfect
all is right with
the world

right?

WRONG

i was obsessing
about a relationship

i've just had a
breakup

i was thinking
over and over again
about what HE had done

my parents are ill
i was obsessing about that

i am ill
that took a huge part
of my attention

how many times
have i done this?
burned a wide swath
through my
neuropathways
OBSESSING

not on good things

on the
BAD

we always complain
about the way we
ALWAYS
remember
the bad stuff

is this not
what we
OBSESS OVER
?

OUR
NEUROPATHWAYS
ARE SEARED
BY THE

NEGATIVE!!!

and so often we
take the positive

FOR GRANTED


honestly

how much
mental air time
do we give

a glorious sunset
a great time at the beach
a walk in the rain
a lovely flower

A BEAUTIFUL MORNING
?

our brains get
wired
for the
negative

right then and there
i started to
THANK GOD
for the beauty around me

i started to
notice things

a flower that was just opening
the exact color of
the pearleceant sky
(a kind of peachy lavender)

a silly
coyote
his coat
russet and shining
heading down
the alleyways!

IF I'D BEEN
OBSESSING OVER THE PAST
I GUARANTEE
I WOULD NEVER
HAVE
NOTICED

HIM!

i had to smile

and smiling is something
i have not done

IN A LONG TIME

♡♥♡

Catherine
Don't let the negative
burn a pathway
through your
neurotransmittors
on its way to your
SOUL
and into your
SPIRIT

NOTICE SOMETHING
BEAUTIFUL
TODAY
Inside of us you should always reign
with poetry given the main game
the lamenting heart of a stars heart
like chorus in a distant land
echoing through your star lite chamber
Compassionate parts of poetry of tomorrow...
Capable of infinite sorrow
expressive eyes that see
such kindness
as much as me...

To be special in an indifferent world
makes no difference in your million years
In the mire of your worlds
you hang on to every syllable
when hurt comes in shades
you write and weep in your poetry...
A poet's life, not understood
many shake their heads and go
as each poet's days on paper are born
carrying a message to another's day
the immortal message maker of beauty
fires the souls of God's art, that cries for me...
Through my poetry my heart has grown
contacts are many that share their life
seek their poetry through each strife
sweet to all our visions giving air of love
surrounded by a blazing sphere of sweet doves ..
 May 2015 Marka Acton
AK Bright
She looks in the mirror
At the age on her face
"I wonder what he thinks
of me this way?"

She considers her weight
and the pores on her skin
She thinks out loud
"I don't deserve him."

She picks apart
the woman he loves
Separating her worth
from all that she does
              
He looks in her eyes
and caresses her face
He sees it glowing with love
and full of grace

 The lines on her face
  he views with pride
  Recounting the victories
  each time they've been tried

The weight that she carries
 is that of a mom
 Nothing's too heavy
 She just marches on

These bodies will perish
 and mirrors offer no truth
True love abides
 beyond the corridors of youth

  No, she doesn't deserve me
  Perhaps God can see
  Conceivably, one day
  I'll be as worthy as she
to the mother of my children. Happy Mother's Day!
~~
When so much light around
but you say the dark
I could not understand
my top layer

When I was in the womb
Then, and not
But there was light
Then when I saw your universe that you have made
everything was there

My playing companions
The Sun
The Moon
My beloved,
And that delighted
Night's north star was
on her forehead  
Where all of my senses have
grown up

Then at one sudden night of the new moon
I saw a thick overlay on the sky,
between you and me
The North Star has disappeared

I think that you were true
In the dark I find my known world
One by one,
Trying out through the thick layer

It seems to cover the end
As light yellow yolk
See a light-colored tint
which awakens my sixth sense again

A shadowy obsession
Which has yet to create an illusion
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
illusion
~~
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