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 Jan 2016 Morgan Fiedler
Jen Jo
I want to explore the secrets of the world.
But I just can't do it alone, with you in my mind.

I just can't.
I want to see the world but everywhere I go I see you.
For every exploration
you need an inspiration
that will serve as your motivation.
The heart’s not homebound
Wanderlust soul seeks to travel
Through the enormous universe
Feel the harmony of cosmic energy
This heart wants to travel beyond
Like an unburdened soul, with valor
Veer away from the usual path
Prepare for the eternal travel
Multiple destinations and one purpose
To enter the wormhole of space
Traveler always and enjoy the cosmic circle
Whirlwind of a tour of the vast eternity
The heart’s not homebound
 Jan 2016 Morgan Fiedler
Mr X
He comes from the far away lands
Old and wrinkled,

His eyes,
The only sign of mirth.

Savage in looks,
A gentleman so good.
He still hears the oceans
The average man has never known.

They ask him about the golden deserts, the forests so lush and wild,
They scream with excitement, "Tell us about the deep seas and the winds so agile!"

He rarely listens but hears all of them,
Then what he does is, smile, smile and smile again.
Your veins are a map
that I will always
want to explore

Close my eyes
and guide my fingertips
To a destined spot
He turned to me
With his creeping grin

Saying

Once gone through the looking glass
we never come back again

So you may be strange
*but we are all mad here
Inspired by aiw
Talk to me about space
About the incredible cosmos
About the way we were all
Made of stardust, talk to me
About the way your hair bleeds colour
When you bathe, about your nightmares
After an evening with your parents, talk to me
About the girls you've kissed and the girls you've wanted to kiss,
Tell me about all the things that bind your soul
To this dusty rock we call home,
For that is where your truth lies.
Tell me what you feel about couples having PDA
On the subway, if you feel jealous or indifferent, talk to me
About the liminal spaces, the coffee shops, cross roads, train stations
Where we have a 1 in a billion chance of meeting our soulmates,
Tell me about the pain you felt when your brother died,
The nights you couldn't sleep because of all the tears
That would never fall, because your heart had gone numb.
Talk to me about you. No, not you, You.
The girl with the cosmos in her body. The you I fell in love with, after all we were made of adjacent stardust.
Talk to me.
communication communication communication :)
Yesterday I drank and smoked
Now today I surely don't

Yesterday I was bent out of shape
Today I'm lifting all kinds of weights

Yesterday gave into want's and needs
Today I'm setting myself free

Yesterday gave up the bad
Now today there's nothing left

Yesterday what I did
I swear today I won't miss

Yesterday the old me went away
All for the sake of resolutions made

**That was all a week ago
Back to downing drinks and smoking smokes

Doing all the things I always did
Didn't take long to ******* the list

I set down all of the weights
Except the doughnuts which I crave

Jumped headfirst back into want's and needs
As I missed them and they missed me

Made up with all I did that's bad
Not that they ever really left

Yesterday all that I did
Are back today in perfect fit

Resolutions to me are fine
If you keep yours and don't look at mine
This is actually my last poem for most of the month of January...
Taking a well deserved sabbatical from social media. Take care my friends!
I thought I could write, but oh how wrong was I.
My voice is soundless, and my words have scratched the page, written in a leadless pencil.
My pen is quenched of ink, and my soul is an empty crevasse, cold a bleak.
Where is my muse to light  the words that will fill my stories.
Nowhere.
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