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i tried to stay true to the unity
tuned to every opportunity
i found my ruins in the mutiny
loose stone of the community

such a crude and brutal fluency
the futile fruits of lunacy
the pulled roots of my truancy
grew away from my community
I am submitting this in a poetry contest. The theme must be "community". Ten prizes of 500 dollars. Somehow, I just don't think I will win. Lol.
Two powerful words
fitting our reality
of an apparent
self and world..
Two words reminding
of what is truer:
Consciousness
Awareness
Self..
Out of These
is made that
which seems...
It is so easy it seems
to look in wrong places
for an understanding of this
most illusive word..
Multiplicity and diversity
seem to demand that we comply
with their evident variety..
Enter our laws prescribing
orderly equality with
success most limited..
Moralities are defined
as good here and not there..
Religions find inequalities
in their prisons of belief..
So...we are waiting it seems
for Equality to speak
with a luminous presence
out of which flows
illuminated diversity
bringing Peace at last
to confused searching
in wrong places...
In our separation
in what appears as real life
we see colors and many things..
Our birth and our customs
brought this shading of what is..
Now a sentinel in white
silent and welcoming yet
frightening on this morning
of unexpected encounter..
A sudden removal
of our veiled confusion
all now is seamless
but we cannot stay..
Returning outside
running in joyful alarm
we now know who
I am...**

Mark 16:5  And entering the tomb, they saw a young man clothed in a long white robe sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed.
We are never familiar with someone because even with ourselves, we are strangers.
From being strangers, then friends and after beyond friends, you become insanely strangers again.
She
She was a form of art,
for him that would be true;
hung in places like his heart,
so all could see and view.

She was like no other,
for him she's all that mattered,
her beauty too precious to cover
and hide; to flaunt, she'd rather.

She was his favorite color,
for him, a vibrant yellow hue,
an orange, a blue, and more;
that's what he loved for sure.

She was his favorite song,
for him a sweet singsong tune,
where his world could be forever long;
enticing was her rune.

Sadly, that was what all she was
for him, she cannot be with,
a love that's never meant to last—
a poisonous bitter seed.

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*"You loved me, right?" She asked him.

"That's all I ever did."
Happy World Poetry Day.
I was too focus on you that I didn't notice that I was getting lost.
I was stupid keeping my eyes on the back of your body instead of asking where are you taking me </3
Let me go for a gleeful ride on the rainbow
Or sit on the moon to watch the stars put up a show
Put on my wings and light up the night with fireflies
Or just calming the earth as the wind in disguise

Sometimes it seems to me that all I do is dream
Try as hard as I might by any ways and means
Please don't force me to face reality
When all I want to do in life is take the time to dream

Be it floating on the clouds admiring the beautiful sight
Or dancing with my love in the snow showers
Little fairies hold buckets to collect my tears at night
While I dip into a pool filled with my favorite flowers

Because to me inside a dream is like a playful tune
That I love to sing by any means letting the dreams loose
From the middle of the imagined to the very edge of time
A steady stream I hope to dream forever in my mind

Strolling through a delicious tunnel of sweetness
Savoring the generous free flow of chocolate fall
The trees humming melodies, they leave me speechless
As curly vines of mixed berries crawl up the wall

Using life as the reflection inside of my dream scape
Moving further in the direction of the dream for the dreams sake
Where in time I hope to find what all along I have believed
That the dream I'm in at this moment is in fact my reality

Eudora*
*Mike Hauser
A big thank you to the lovely Mike Hauser for this wonderful dreamy piece! Truly humbled to be able to write with you again, Mike! You are incredible. :)
I believe it's time I straightened up
Knocked the dust from off my mind
Make some room for different thoughts
Find which ones I need to wipe

Rancorous experiences and sombre days
Or unending expectations of the people around me
Do my utmost to please hearts in different ways
Throbbing particles in my head, no one could see


As I feel my way along the fray
The razors edge that cuts too deep
Only in my minds eye can I blink away
All those thoughts that pressure me

Yes it is indeed time..
To deterge the nagging wounds in my mind
And cease the harsh ringing when they chime
Breathe them all out while I let my myself unwind



Mike Hauser
**Eudora
It was a such pleasure writing this with the lovely, Mike Hauser. Thank you Mike, for inviting me to do this with you, again. :))
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