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Maria  May 2021
Iced Americano
Maria May 2021
"It's not that bad,
I tastes good, I swear"
It was cold, and bitter, and vile
Yet I still ordered it
Every
Single
Time
Like a magical elixr
Of momentary freedom
From the wires of guilt
Welded into my neural pathways
Just enough-
To not cause suspicion
But not so much
That I'd collapse
Strong enough
To make me jittery,
Anxious, nauseated,
But still incomparable
To the unspeakable sin
Of sustenance,
So when I saw stars standing up,
Or buckled over at the knees,
And wondered why
It was even worth it?
I'd come to the same conclusion
Every
Single
Time
And it was this:
It doesn't matter anyways
Because I'll never
Be able
To stop.
Haven't had an iced americano in three months, if that means something to someone ;) Moral of the story: life's too short to not drink oatmilk lattes.
ANH Aug 2013
Her mocha sits across from my chai latte, milk and cinnamon under angel white foam shied by that coarse, mud brown elixr of caffeine and antioxidants. Her panini steams trails of chicken and grilled tomato through the air while my coconut and raspberry cake slice sits dense on the plate while I stab at it with a plastic fork; she stirs her drink with a partially engulfed spoon between sips. She texts her friends on the latest Apple extortion and I write jilted thoughts on the word processor of a smartphone that struggles to squeeze into the back pocket of my nameless jeans. The sugar clings to my throat as she fills hers with Silk Cut cigarette smoke. How do you read between these lines?
Diving deep in to the ocean of new I found the story of my Creation
And how it was infinitely, You
I found the dreams that turned to screens and the mistakes that held My fate,
and found the meaning of intention and what it means to Create
I found myself,
In every version of you I have ever seen come to,
I found Truth
And the desire to know the fire inside of the wires kept me fueld for The trip that I didn't know I was on
How beautifully unique is that soulful song

When devistation turns to manifestation of a better tomorrow
Who are we to question the path we've been brought on

The weight of the world isn't too much for the sun, but the sun does Not work alone
With the Moon and the stars and Jupiter and Mars,
It is a collaborative effort

To keep us alive

To keep us in the gravitational field that is our lives,
The planets alignment is the blueprint in our eyes,
What we were born with at the perfect time,
To see this day

All of those who came before us worked faithfully to remind
Everyone
How far we truly have come

Our bodies are our Unidentified Flying Objects that keep us clouded in The confusion and until we all wake up and realize,
Its US,
We are stuck

Stuck in a beautiful time in a magical place,
Not able to see its wonder.
Crying out to the Angels in the clouds,
When they are starring at you.
Praying for salvation,
When it has already found you.

Find Your Truth.
Find YOU.
Because I am you, and you are me, and WE, are one atom.
One organism
Breathing the cosmic breath of Earth
Dancing on the ground of our ancestors who we can not see in this Vibration,
But we are dancing with them
And they are smiling through the tears and sending light through your Fears,
Because they know it is eternal

If you have been looking for the Elixr that could keep you here forever,
You have found it.
Within
The flowers of today become the seeds of tomorrow,
And the Angels will bring you water,
If you believe they can

Open your mind,
Breathe into your heart,
Find peace in your presence.

We are here now,
And that is all we need.

— The End —