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Mug heat radiates
I boil in my regret
The phone is right there

At Switchback Coffee
Colorado Springs, C-O
April the nineteenth
'Twas a snowy day
Got coffee with my sister
We had little time
walking down the street                            
the winters day folded              
              settled snow awaiting damage
waking  as the morning fumbles with city residents
                                    and caravans of cars bumble                        
               unused to the tumble and witty wade of it all

my view is unveiled and hearted
simple vision  in fellow with the other senses
but IT'S THEN ! and then (aftershock )    something was altered
something in perception  was marched astray and put to sacrifice
just a tick off from the uncanny flank of lucid
                         and i know something's not right
my readings rank as nudged
       someone wishes me 'off the case'
what did my senses experience
       that could've been entered into evidence ?
i stop in the street and stoop my bags into the drift
why was my report changed                
       so skillfully between the source
                                            and my intake ?
just a single moment    a blur and a splice snip
what was i not meant to observe ?
was the rug pulled out from under it all
even if for only a spilt second ?
did i witness the goings on behind the scenes ?
the agents of governing wealthy illusion at work ?
adjusting the set ?  correcting an effect ?
wizarding our fantastic lives
the grand fabrication
...or perhaps  simply a feeling
Snowflakes falling from above
And twirling gently to the ground
Their intricate patterns a work of art
Ephemeral beauty a gentle heart

Delicate Snowflakes twirling
Like tiny dancers and
In frosty air they twirl with glee
As the little children stop and see
And a million tiny ballerinas wild and free
Each one unique a miracle to see
Anc the snowflakes a perfect
Winter wonderland for all to see.
Snowflakes ❄️ 🌨
neth jones Apr 14
dressed you for the rain
now this snow pelting pain
aww kid ! bad forecast
haiku inspired .. for my 6yr old
25/03/25 - date of original notes // i dressed you for rain and now this !/sorry nipper/brained by snow pelting pain/but forecast/i dressed you for the rain
the 7 led me back to my God Given throne
where I didn't have to hide from the evilness of the world.

mother couldn't love me the way i deeply craved
life was so mean to me, i almost lost my wonder...
until the 7 led me back to my power.

i started at the root, where my sense of self had been forgotten.
they mirrored back to me all parts within me the darkness wouldn't let me see.
i found pleasure in doing the small things moment to moment,
my purpose now was to bring unconditional love into these parts alive in me i was now discovering.
all these mirrored parts in these 7 individuals
the happy part,
the grumpy part,
the escapist,
the hiding one,
the most sensitive one,
my higher self and
my inner child.

bringing all these parts within me together into my wholeness was a great threat to the evilness
because once I knew of the combined power of my fragmented parts, evilness could never keep a hold of me.

unbeknownst to me a spiritual attack sent me back into the darkness.
I was waking up too fast into my power, so they put me back to ignorant sleep;
dead to these parts i was
unaware, numb, disconnected
until I found my way back outside in
kissed back to life by an angel...another me.

I got resuscitated back into enlightenment,
reincarnated into the same body after my ego death.

the old story is gone, now, I have space to create more magic.
I am now living lovingly, simultaneously with all these 7 parts of me, but this time happily ever after!
you have magic waiting to be activated in your cells, can you feel it brimming over in your heart?
EliMay Apr 10
You remind me of snow flakes
Carelessly fall down
Free from the binds of your cloud
Hidden until found

Your icy kisses on my cheek
Chilling me to the bone
Yet your presence bound and beautiful
Is what tears me down
When one's love is so cold that it hurts. So distant you almost imagine it.
neth jones Apr 10
baby blue skies cold
fresh snow covers soft earth
                growth awakening
haiku inspired
Seasons change suddenly,
Friendships can fade from spring buds,
To crumbling fall leaves.

People leave, they tend to take the fire with them,
Make sure you keep spare logs hidden,
Sometimes it snows in spring.
It snowed this morning. It brought back bitter things.
Narin Apr 1
With Winter's leave,
Comes Summer's cleave,
Gone are the days of downy reprieve,
I feel naïve,
For I dared believe,
That Snowbird wouldn't dare to deceive,
When it flew away one April eve.
Written 01/04/25
I've never been a fan of Summer.
MetaVerse Mar 31
March spring showers—
Thunder and lightning—
Hail pummels flowers—
March spring showers
Shower for hours—
Gradually whitening
March spring showers—
Thunder and lightning—
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