I've got an atheist in me
And a monk too
Hair handed monk
Susan Meek not Sue

I'd like to write a poem
That one could say did flew
Trappist 1 again
Carolina blue

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55 and falling
Far from Susan Meek
Cosmic distances
Aliens we seek

He bought my lunch today
For which I say thanks
Studying Charlemagne
He was King of the Franks

I'm not King of anything
My comfy couch is green
All That Jazz
Mr. Ben Vereen

3 prayers for Chicago
But I am in DC
In Tel Aviv the wedding
In Dublin meant to be

                      Si.

What if you fall?
But what if you fly?
You'll never know
'Til you give it a try
It's holding you back
Fears whispering lies
Your wings wouldn't flap
If they weren't meant for the sky.


❤️

I did not ask to be this
This hideous creature of crimson soaked skin and snarling voices
But this prison of flesh is the only gift you ever gave me
So I will stretch this skin until I fill every crevice and crack
And I will wear it until you regret that you created it.
You made me a creature to be feared.
So fear me.
-prefect little creation

Your absence birthed two souls in me,
One full of spite, your foe to be.

It tries to hate, with pride held high,
Refusing to bow, though tears may lie.

Yet the other yearns, with love still pure,
It longs for you, your essence sure.

Rarely the first makes its fleeting play,
But the second now owns my every day.

Between these two, I am torn apart,
Lost in the battle of my own heart