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 Apr 2019 Possum living
CharlesC
If we are not clear
then we must search..
Clarity beacons from
beneath the search
to end the search..
But beliefs and culture
interfere.. claiming
progress lies ahead..
So we double down
again not recognizing
the search conceals
the clarity we seek...
An overwhelming whiff of your scent
Passed by me today
While searching my closet for a shirt
I   p  a  u  s  e
.
.
.
Inhale again
Deeper, allow it to flow through me
Consume me
.
.
.
Moments later
Awoken by reality
I no longer drown in your scent
Rather
In sadness
Awareness, knowing
This piece of you
Is too, destined to leave my territory
With no return
 Apr 2019 Possum living
Winnie
Free
 Apr 2019 Possum living
Winnie
Let me hold you once
Before you told me to let you be free once
 Apr 2019 Possum living
nellie
Lover dear
Why do your eyes look at me
And not despise what it is you see
Why do your gentle touches
******* alive
And create fire
So large
I cannot
Breathe
And why does your giggle
Echo throughout the chambers
Of my heart and brain
You
You who has become paintings
Tattooed onto my brain
Thoughts so rapid,
Words I cannot understand
Oh, how hopeless I am
Why, lover dear,
Are you not in my hands?
My love ran away
Maybe ..
Maybe it was a faze..
His love all staged
All played
Did I truly love him anyways?
Sometimes when I say I love you without feeling it, were those words a lie?
(Might delete this poem)
Let us propose that the Truth is Good
Then Imagine the consequences of
Believing a liar: imagine; imagine
Imagine till you arrive at the Holocaust
Then remember that  the Truth is the Good
That does not change no matter
How grand the parade the
Deceiver does stage
The war dead shall rise
Heaven shall  emerge from the darkness
The fog shall lift at the dawn
To reveal the glory of our mother
Earth
Oh how good it is to rise- No one
Can know who has not thought
Otherwise

How can Love Be a command when It
All we want to do?
Still let us hear it uttered:
In the wake of darkness
I could pick you out of a crowd
Just by the smell of your scent
Because it's my favorite perfume

I could pick you out of a crowd
With no doubt in my mind
Because it's my favorite perfume
You wear it all the time

With no doubt in my mind
I would wear it when you no longer do
You wear it all the time
I will not ever stop taking it in

I know you are my mother
Just by the smell of your scent
No matter where I am
Even in the wake of darkness
I wanted to try something different so I decided to write a pantoum. Enjoy!
/|==============================|\
/|=====I don't burn bridges=======|\
/|===I just let them structurally====|\
/|=decay because I don't use them=|\
/|==============================|\
my friend said this once
 Apr 2019 Possum living
LN
We lose ourselves in poetry,
We find ourselves here too.






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