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                                                   ­            ( soft fire )

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the most loving person I ever knowed

was a ***** I met on 7th avenue

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It was over 30 years ago !

I think she made it thru somehow

I really really liked her kid

She was my friend

( thing were much realer then )

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we were much realer then

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w­e played

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Looking for love !!!!!

**** !!!!!!!



Life is love

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We wandered lovely the streets

Heart to heart

Eye to eye

Till we come upon that pick up
Truck !

The light snow falling on the dream

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Heart to heart

Eye to eye

We softly kissed and said goodbye



In this the hour of

SELL

&

BUY

She was less a ***** than you or I
On the days that you can’t open the front door
without greeting that tsunami of grief,
remember that even the softest and sweetest peaches
have pits sharp enough to cut the tongues of old emperors.
The Chinese Taoists believed that the peach tree only bloomed
once every three thousand years,
don’t let your happiness do the same.
Bloom every day.
All day.
And even when the sunlight is covered
by the same clouds that loom over your shoulder,
keep blooming.
Just because you can’t see the light
doesn’t mean it stopped shining for you.
Out of all the words in the human languages, almost is the cruelest.
                                              I almost loved you.
                                              I almost won.
                                              I was almost there.


                                              I was almost *****.

When he snuck into the room like a wolf stalking its prey, my stomach didn’t almost tie in knots.
            It became a sailor’s masterpiece.

When he laid beside me as quiet as a stone, I wasn’t almost shaking.
            I was a leaf on the San Andreas Fault.

When his long, spidery fingers began trailing down my back, it didn’t almost feel like razors.
            He cut so deep the skin began to peel back and expose every    
            insecurity that I’ve hidden away between my vertebrae.

His fingers didn’t almost dig into my arm,
            they became shovels that dug a hole big enough for a casket.

Bruises didn’t almost blossom across my skin,
            I was a primrose bush in full bloom and he was the gardener.

When he coerced himself between my thighs, I didn’t almost scream.
            Years of ancestral abuse surged through my lungs and out my lips  
            into a battle cry.

When he tried to force his hand inside of me I didn’t almost feel spoiled.      
             I was a fruit rotting from the inside out, something that no one  
            would ever want.

And when my screams finally drove him off of me, I wasn’t almost okay.
             I was paralyzed with fear and disgust and shame.

Everything I’ve ever believed in slapped me in the face as I told myself:
                                      This is what I get for liking ***.
                                      I shouldn’t be so easy.
                                      I was asking for it.


                                      It was my fault.

I felt like a butterfly, beautiful but ruined by a man’s touch.
             Never to fly again.

But the truth is, a butterfly sheds scales throughout its lifetime,          
             regenerating its wings.

So when a man reaches for your wings in attempts to rip them off
             remember that you are not what he thinks you are.

Remember that it is never your fault.
             Not even almost.
 Feb 2015 Luis Garcia
sajjad ali
The heart and mind are both connected
what the heart feels the brain knows

The heart can be deceived
the brain can be fooled

but eyes never lie
they are gateway to the soul

Eyes of the heart can see God
Eyes of the mind can awaken the self

The reason the Universe was Created
was so that Love could exist.......
you know the other day when
you were reading over my shoulder?
my fingers were cold holding down the page
but my face was warm
next to yours.
we even drew the gaze
of everyone in the room.
if i were someone else
i would have stared too.
I am in love today.
But it is a quiet love.
<3
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