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Star BG 5d
Love is my vitamin
it expands within
as gratitude comes to mind.

It travels as backpack to cells
moving to anoint every *****.

Faith is my vitamin
it vibrates to ground self
to be in moment.

It travels inside heartbeats
that bring feet to dance.

Peace is my vitamin
I take in with breath.

It reverberates to open doorways
to walk celebrating life.

It becomes a garden
that spouts miracles.
first poem of day on a beautiful morning.
There is a gentle breeze
and birds are tickling ears.
Remember to celebrate YOU
writer friends
Rich Oct 2018
You are my ginseng

another ingredient in my antidote:
this conjuring of awakenings and borrowed wisdom that I brew at night

In the cauldron I keep under the bed
next to the mug with your name

No one knows about it
except for you, me and whatever spirits may inhabit the room,

you loom
over me when … naught but a shadow befriends me

You see these sorrows of mine have me speaking in past tongues
back to times so historic, I need to be at the present with you at a time so euphoric

If only you could feel in a moment
what you make me feel daily
could your body even contain the glee?

You’d need 2 or 3 clones


AS I’ve said, you are my ginseng

a treatment prescribed to me by Karma herself
because the beatings and betrayals I’ve endured
ensured that my reward would be a love that made every nanosecond worth it

And I will make sure to take a dose

every

day

you

let

me.
Dedicated to my love.
Knit Personality Oct 2018
(to Dr. Robert, with Love)

Vitamins A through K are vital:
   They help to keep you well.
But only persons suicidal
   Refuse Vitamin L.

Vitamin L's a must for living:
   Without it you merely exist.
Vitamin L is living-giving:
   I can't and won't resist.

Vitamin L is Life and Love:
   It turns you on full-blast.
Turn on, tune in.  The rainbow dove
   Bears gifts that ever last.

Forever present in the Now
   Lives Vitamin L; and you
Can live with L and take a bow
   Forever in Now too.

For extra health of extra length
   A dose I recommend
Heroic, huge, and extra strength.
   Family, be well.  Ascend.     .  


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heated blanket wonderland
bath bomb heaven
fruits and veggies all the time
go to sleep at seven

vitamins on the counter
decaf in the cabinet
yoga mat across the floor
gotta start new habits

research by day
snoring all night
gotta get this figured out
before you are in sight!
Setting stones in your pockets to get your mind down to Earth
Skipping rocks over water to watch them sink one last time
Scaling cliffs just to watch the valleys from up high
The physical minerals of this world remind us of the things within ourselves that we choose to avoid
The vitamins we lack from touch of rays because sun equates to happiness and knowledge. And we put it off for the next day
That's why the physicians always tell us to watch our vitamins and minerals
We are malnourished in interactions. Nature being the physical aspect we use to forget about the inside.
At least for the moment
Until we choose to live healthily.
I'm sorry
that I ever started taking you.
You were the Devil in disguise.
I wish I'd done some research
on what you really were.
Now I'm stuck in this mess,
happy that I caught your flaws
before death consumed me.
Vitamin B6...
why did you have to almost **** me?
Martin Narrod Apr 2014
You're sitting across a table, in the next room- and it's the month of July.
                                                                                 And as the beads of sweat chip off your forehead
                                                                                                              like a shank of butcher's meat,
                                                                                                                        your dorcel fin peaks                                                                                                         through the sand where my toes peak                                                                       through. The picnic table where I write letters; post cards.
                                                                                                   I take photos, make reservations, and
                                                                                       even after I'm canceled on for walking around
                                                              downtown in my bright neon-pink underwear, I still roll to the
              left side of the bed sit up and drop the cigarette I fell asleep on. You're just sitting, first entry:                                                                                                                                                 Stardom.

                                                                                                I don't have room for you in the corners.

                                                                                                The corners of this room, padded walls,
                                                                                           shifty vaseline sway- the white cotton stick
                                               of a sucker pointing out of your mouth, its red numero forty dye shines
                                                                                                                in the specks of light flicking
                                                                                                  out of the horizon like a carousel ride
                                                                                                                              around and around.

                                                                                        I'm getting a bit dizzy, and even less honest.

                                                                                                                 If you want to see me spring,
                                   like the silly string on my birthday, yellow silly-putty; molding the monster face,
                                                                                                     I observe you through a kaleidoscope                                                                                                                   of dexedrine and morphine.
                                                                                              Your catastrophe with Xanax, passed out
                                                            in alien-green *******, at that party in the abandoned firehouse
                                                                            on News St., how you could lay trust on me after that

                                                                                                (a daydream with sawing you called me)

                                                                                             sixteen-year-old mishap of an afternoon.
                                                                                            &

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