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I am covered
In scars
From tumors
And accidents



And me
The bruises are a mix of me and him though.
 Jan 2015 Miranda Renea
Sakii
I'll be there
As the hours drift away
Cherishing the time we spent together
Forever and always

And I’ll care
Ceasing eternity every second
Whispering your name in my prayers
Forever and always

I’ll believe
Even through the dead days
That there is a part of me
That’s going to be in love with you
Forever and always.

Posting after a long time. Hope you guys enjoy it :)
 Jan 2015 Miranda Renea
thommya
We have a significant passage of time,

symbolic notions of change in the air.

We want to forget what we dismiss,

dislike, disregard, disillusionment remains though.

We wish to wake in the morning and forget the ill-mannered

demons of the past.

Perhaps we may, if only we dialogue along the way,

We must remember opportunity.

Within the crisis of our lives we can breathe

a sigh of relief that we made it another year;

so when we reflect

when we try to acknowledge,

when we shudder at our reality,

when suddenly we realize our ills,

the patterns of human nature we haven't resolved.

When all of those burdens,

flood back into our psyche,

let's not wash them away with champagne,

instead, let's take pause,

and then a little later on,

take pause again.

~

What can I do to offer change,

how do I get outside of my head and wish peace upon your own.

We are everyman in our

attitude, beliefs, compassion, ignorance, desire to resolve.

We do live the same lives,

we are the same in the trappings of the human condition.

And yet,

we have a blessing,

We have this innate ability to think,

yeah that's right,

we can think about where we, who we, why we,

there are so many avenues we can contemplate.

~

Can we love?

~

We must look at ourselves now,

realize our responsibility relies upon our actions.

Oh, **** those reactions,

I mean ...

I really want to believe

that this year,

as we begin again a calendar date,

we might use it for what it is,

a symbolic opportunity to strive,

to ask for all of our energy,

to create a positive stride,

a love that everyone might embrace.

We can understand each other,

support one another,

look into one another's eyes with peaceful restraint,

ignore the hostile fear that brought us so much pain.

Look into the eyes of your neighbor,

your Christian, Buddhist, Islamic convert, Mormon,

Jew, Baptist, Agnostic, Atheist, Quaker,

and continue looking for there certainly are more,

yet all of them,

each one of those people,

those strangers we refuse to know,

each human being has the same needs.

so let's share the wealth,

let's bring a reckoning and begin tonight,

let's recognize our lives really are precious,

Our lives do matter,

always and beyond the ill met selfish realities,

that created fear's doorstep.

Let's break up the concrete.

and let's speak beauty,

let's practic,

let's love.
I wrote this in the hope with the horrific outcomes of 2014 that we might continue a dialogue as a society, a world, a human responsibility. I hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful start to your year.
The boy who hangs his story from the bridge.
As if by fairy tale told minutely to a desperate lover.
Her tormented eyes
picturing this broken neck;
his story told in the lingering art of death.  Or

he who faces the train to Ferny Hills
and each commuter who remembers
that day’s monotony as bits of him
slapped against a carriage like
someone throwing wet fish.  Or

the pass-over traffic
grumbling at the fall of tragic demonstration - a
boy not welcomed anywhere except by the earth
that took him in with a kiss of bitumen.  Or

balanced on needle point, a
thousand thousand weights pressing death
into an arm embracing the TV-cable guide and
a torn photograph of Jennifer the mud wrestler.
And all this waste
sending little statistic waves of shock that don't anymore.

Gone to sleep like the boys who left us.
Early sleep. Early rise and forget the
sons who disappear in a magician’s finale.
The cloak of social history that accepts this.
The magic
abracadabra of disturbed unhappy youth.
 Jan 2015 Miranda Renea
PrttyBrd
Rolling the dice time after time
Adding up points to bank a roll
Betting the odds in numbers and rhyme
Losing it all starts taking its toll

Betting the odds though it isn't a game
A thousand points at the roll of a die
Losing your heart in a useless hand
As you gamble your love upon a lie
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