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Michael Ryan Feb 2021
New Job.
New Drive.
New Interest.

It's all so new,
yet so-so familiar.

All there is, the heat -
encased in a fireplace
or a furnace.

Smoldering,
the ashes
never filter through
these windless lungs,
instead of oxygen
the flame kindles
on anxiety.

Life is going splendidly - no hiccups -
Breathing is easy
but all that rushes in
is the flagrant blossom
of ragged thoughts,
all the possibilities
for how helpless
the wind is
when it's always being
knocked out.
I started a new job, I started driving, and there's a girl of course that I like too much.  There wouldn't be much of a story if there wasn't the drama of a boy likes girl, right?   Everything can and is going smoothly, but when I am home I feel like it's all falling apart.
Arlene Corwin May 2018
I wash the brain with peace,
Synapse to sleepy synapse.
Themes may change from day to day,
The mind and will working that way.  Today,
It’s peace – a motif that I never ‘got’.
I’m one step nearer, sensing it.
Behavior freer, talk a bit…
I’m more polite, considerate.
Something’s taking ‘way the ****
That usually rolls around as chaos;
Something near to paradise’s
Innermost best aspect peace, is
Uppermost. I use this basis
For my practice,
Imaging, imagining, examining,
Pretending, willing…
All that matters is the stilling
Followed by activity that does some good.
(What I wish is that it would).
Meanwhile, I am smiling more and more.
This ‘peace wash’ must be working.

Washing Over /My Newest Trick) 2.23.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Nover Corwin
SoZaka Feb 2018
hail the queen
of the royal family's pride
she knows her king
and where his enemies hide
if I am a lion, she is a lioness
nurturing me with gentle fearlessness
  love guides my voice,
 humility it's tone
in proclaiming the "king of the land"
is not the one on the throne
 of this, I confess,
I bow to her majesty
the lioness"
SoZaka Mar 2018
robots need wires and some ingenuity
lovers need desire and some promiscuity
can you feel the connection in our hearts
like a current it flows electrically
bringing me alive from the depths of artificiality
so I may know life
before it is a dream once again
SoZaka Mar 2018
you have eyes like mine
I have eyes like you

a horizontal flow of emotional perfection
shining
glass blue

I can see my soul and I know you can see yours too
so I won't blink unless you do

if only we could break this clear wall through
that leaves us feeling
so glass blue
Cute lil pig tails with her lil red wagon,
Freckled face waited to play all day,
He followed her to and fro,
She didn't have a word to say,      
6 years down the road, He still loved Hope,  
She rode her red bike everyday, He put a
flower in her basket without delay, She still
didnt have a word to say, 3 years later in his
red car, he gave her ride to school and back everyday, She would smile and wave, Still
never had a word to say,  5 years later on
their wedding day Gracefully stood at the
alter, And not a word she had to say, Not with her mouth anyway, With her hands she signed,
I love you, Then with tears in her eyes, Used
her hands to reply, I do, To his ears it was the most beautiful words his heart ever heard her say. ~ Anna VenJencie Arnold.
I am brand new here. Any and all suggestions appreciated. Thank you. Love is expressed in many ways. Love is spoken in every language.

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