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 May 2017 redemptioneer
Dreamer
Fate
 May 2017 redemptioneer
Dreamer
You are the void. You are the emptiness. You are the space. You are the nothingness. You are the silence. You are the meaninglessness. But the good news is -- you can always fill yourself up with anything you want. You can always transform. You can always be flexible. You can always update yourself. And the moment of enlightenment is, when you choose to fill yourself up with love and compassion, joy and bliss, humility and respect. The true discovery is when you realize you are the master of your own fate.
I do not mind my walls falling, crumbling, being overrun;
you are a compassionate conqueror, and there is
sweetness in surrender, safety in your reign.
Within blankets like dunes of snow, we lie surrounded by
words not said, yet felt and known and understood.
The earth moves around the sun, and the moon
pulls water across oceans, and you are beautiful.
It is true every minute of every day, and I know it.
I suspect the stars also align at your will, but you
have told me they dance in my eyes; and reality is
flexible and water-slick in the morning hours before the sun.
You reign me in to fit into the present but let
my soul fly unguarded and unchained; you let
my heart dance with yours yet to its own beat.
Luminous supernovas and galaxies flutter over your face,
reflect on the bridge of your nose, cast shadows and brightness.
I am at a loss for words; this universe, or maybe
the language I share with you, that isn't mine,
does not have the words, is not enough to describe
you, and who you are, your significance and what you mean -
I can think of three, and they dance on my tongue.

- "i love you" cs
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when you feel like
you're drowning


learn to be a fish!.

[10W]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/14/2017

Thanks for the honor!
This was a very pleasant surprise!  

Blessings to you ALL!

♡Catherine
 Mar 2017 redemptioneer
Chris
i wanted to say
beautiful things
but they got stuck
in my throat
so I choked them
back down like
***** in your mouth
and I forgot them
just like that-
fuzzy memories
of better days
and better ways,
but we'll always
have tomorrow
to waste, like today,
next year, maybe
where we're going,
where we've been
doesn't matter
because the fish
aren't biting like
they used to
but the beer
is still going
down smooth
and that's beauty
in itself.
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