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There is an opaque dark blue hoodie,
hiding at the back of my closet.
Covered in metaphoric dust and cobwebs.
It has fluffy cloud-like lint
covering the holes in its pocket.
Short little strings
sticking out from its seam.
It hides behind the bright rainbow
of blouses and dresses.
Deep in the back, away from sight .
Forgotten and unused.

Yet it,
Still smells like that popular perfume I got you.
Still holds the tickets from the last movie we saw in its pockets.
Still has that ketchup stain from when we last ate together.

It is no longer a bright navy blue hoodie.
Its color has faded away.
Ever since that cold November day.
When you left without it and never came back.
It hasn't left its spot ever since.
And neither have I.
I want what you have got
Because you have what I have not
And as an afterthought
You also want what I have got

Never are we satisfied
With what we're given in this life
When all we think of all the time
Is I want yours and you won't mine

Because you want what I have got
When I have what you have not
And then as an afterthought
I also want what you have got
 Aug 2018 Brian McDonagh
D
sand
 Aug 2018 Brian McDonagh
D
he tells her not to worry
he'll only leave at her command

she loves him in a hurry
afraid he'll leave again

a love that burned with a fury
and just as easily slipped through their hands
it slips through the cracks until there's nothing to get back
 Aug 2018 Brian McDonagh
jer
I want you to stop
But it’s not
You it’s me
I need
To be
Free
 Aug 2018 Brian McDonagh
jer
I think in
rhythm;
I think
in rhyme.
I think
I am—
I know
I’m Time.

I was here
before
and I’ll be
here after.
Now
when I cry
time
moves faster.

So please pardon
the jargon
I speak,
because if
I cry
the year will end
in a week.

Say
I’m crazy—
I’ll tell you
it’s true,
but for
every lie
I’ll cry
for you.

Cry for you,
my love,
because
you’ll never see
what I am
and shall
forever be.

It’s almost
as if
you are blind
because you
don’t know—
I am Time.
Dont go
There is plenty of beauty, bliss, joy and happiness waiting for you today. Stay aware. Blessings of today are remedy for yesterday's seriousness of sorrow, nightmarish hopelessness, ultra-strong hunger of relief from speech of dramatic, intrusive thoughts you can't stop but let them pass, bone-crushing tiredness of the soul, fiction in uninvited perceptions of you others have, words of historically programmed blame that had destructive effect on your feelings, thoughts and health. Give up the past effortlessly and naturally like wingless atom free of any shame in the flight and enjoy the radiance of present moment. The Moon saw so many burning shooting stars but still shines upon us with unbroken face. Even beings full of light have right to kiss the ground or be distorted like fragile space-time and shake the sky. Only waters of seas, oceans and rivers can break love-carrying wholeness of Moon into pieces. Make sure you nourish your inner waters with acceptance, love and hours spent in sunlight. Look at the Moon for so long until you will become completely blind to colorless negativity around and inside of you. My dear, keep your focus frequently not just seasonally on bright beings above when you forget you are one of them. Open your heart for all-encompassing love of Source and and hold its hand tightly. You don't have to walk alone. Give it to yourself now, the love without expectations. You deserve for peace, dear traveller. Love is bottomless space full of purest truths. Let them wash your soul. Dive into boundless space of love fearlessly and you will never be lost. There is nothing wrong behind desire of love without condition. Be full of it. The love of God is not a false hope. Unconditional love is the quietest state of mind. We are all empty. We are all full of God. I believe in you. You are waterflame full of positive thoughts.
The past is a different country they say
Lost to us, lonely, forgotten, gone away
But that is our choice whether it remains
Or with glass ashtrays and photo frames.

Our past is a history of learned transcripts
Of written letters , conversations we had
It changed each future life that is now led
A continuity of patterns discarded or glad.

Love Mary xxxx

Love Mary x
“Write”
-he says-
So that you may never forget.

Let the footprints
of your path
be the words
you once wrote.

Fill the white sheets
of paper
With rainbow colored
Ink.

Red
for love
Blue
for sorrow
Yellow
for happiness

Write about
The beach you once went to
The stars you see
The future only you can imagine

Write about
Love,
Loss,
HIM.
Write about him.
Write anything.

“Just write”
-he says-
Write so that you may never be forgotten.
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