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LannaEvolved Dec 2020
Marbled in my decisions
I was still
grounded
I found my way around the corner
as the road steered me to a new dimension. Reality wasn’t real before.

It was just my hologram
Standing before me.
I mastered you.
I needed what was so unlike me to change me to become the best version of who I can possibly be. I have used the power I have gained to understand myself and all the amazing things I can do and create to make my life what I had been hoping it could be. If we persist enough we find our way through the difficulties that appear to stop us from having what we could only wish for. We create our own changes and that helps to create an even more evolved version of ourselves and in the end a more fulfilled gratitude for life. The people we meet after we change our mental patterns lift us away from lost and guide us on  the way to health and wellbeing. That’s where we want to stay.
MickeyP Aug 2015
Anchored at the berth
For centuries
attempting
to gracefully
Slip the mooring
A distant yesterday's whisper
Evanesced
now steadfast
As if bewitched by the galaxy
Unaware of the
contiguous
Land and liberation
Tauntingly so
rooted
Refusing to be liberated
Time and time
Unnoticed
invictus
again it slips from moon to sun
And time has stood still for so long
It has become
Interchangeable
mark john junor Oct 2014
she seems like a saint in my dark moments
as she graces me with her gentle smile
because her nomadic heart came to rest for
a butterfly's moment within my grasp
and with noble intent i heart and soul to her attentions
so she unsticks my head
with her own road of good intentions

she is tender in my wilderness
placing small acts of cataclysm in my path
to dislodge my mud filled head
and with her devices nailed to my mind
it is easier to think so i think

so with her delighted mind she tinkers
with my comfort zone
trying to find the greasy spoon
that i eat my metaphysical meals with
leaves me hungry for words
when it comes time to put pen to paper

my head full of mud
grapple with the notions of her divinity
but the weight of thinking too much
keeps me from doing freestyle take to wing
so it is me that must unstick
from her influences
and her rubber band heart
that keeps bouncing back

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