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Seashells and castles,
Imagination, holy as the skies,
Sea sprayed our faces.
People say it's "weak to love,
as if to give mercy was a defective trait,
that compassion and kindness a flaw.

Yet,
anger and hatred are painted on the banners of the strong,
letting our animalistic urges overtake us.
Why is it that the hands of the violent,
are met with hands of high-fives and fist bumps?

All for what, To feel strong?
The symbol of strength has been crammed into the magazine of a gun,
locked and loaded with fear.
Wielded by those who seek control.

Because the only kind of control I see partnered with valor,
is the control of one's self.
To go against the strongest of urges,
is where true strength can be found.
-s
this may or not be me writing this..
My eyes are in need of an emergency shower
For they have been contaminated
My mind is in need of a coffee filter
Lest I consume the grinds
and deter myself from the benefits of waking
The goal is elevation
I crave liberation
World, concealing and revealing
Elegant appearance
Forgetfulness of matter
At the revealing, heavenly
Dark clouds fail there
Majestic and radiant
World opens up
Spreads out wings of imagination
Worlds interact
A new world arises
My world resists to be the same
Earth resists incorporation
An embrace is welcomed
A new world opens up.
Josephs Cloud
 Feb 2014 Susan O'Reilly
brooke
someday you'll know
how beautiful I think
you are even when I
hated you, (I remember)
how hurt you must have
been, and i know I've
apologized and I know
I haven't held your
hand in so long and
I know you cried in
my lap and I had
no idea what to do
I'm so sorry you
loved me then
I'm so sorry
you loved
me then.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

to-and-fro.
 Feb 2014 Susan O'Reilly
brooke
thank you for
listening even
when on easter
I said I hated
you more than
twelve times
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

oh man.
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