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Danna Evans May 2014
My thoughts circle in worry,
Dripping resentment and judgment
Into the purity of now.  Help me.
I know what I do, but I do and I do and I do.


Danna Evans
When we see our bad habits as a choice for the first time, we are given the gift of vision, but the curse of the remaining repetitive action.  It's so painful to watch ourselves trip and fall.  I try to remind myself the progress is IN the tripping and the falling.
Danna Evans May 2014
I used to say,
In a judgmental way,
This is what forty five looks like.
I used to preach,
In my ego speech,
Get bangs not Botox.
Be like me.
Be whole, be pure,
Being real is the cure.
Be like me.
But now I see,
How my judgments blinded me
Of who you are
While I hissed…be like me.
Now I see
What I missed…you are like me.
I am sorry sister.
I judged myself as true
And in turn I ended up judging you.
Forgive me.
For I am you and
You are me.

   Danna Evans
handsinspace Jan 2018
There is no controlling life.

Try corralling a lightning bolt,

containing a tornado.  Dam a

stream and it will create a new

channel.  Resist, and the tide

will sweep you off your feet.

Allow, and grace will carry

you to higher ground.  The only

safety lies in letting it all in –

the wild and the weak; fear,

fantasies, failures and success.

When loss rips off the doors of

the heart, or sadness veils your

vision with despair, practice

becomes simply bearing the truth.

In the choice to let go of your

known way of being, the whole

world is revealed to your new eyes.
David Nelson Jul 2010
Rosanna Danna Danna – Peas on Earth

Hi, I'm Rosanna Danna Danna
and I've got a complaint to make
I'm all for a good balanced meal
and all the vitamins you take

now I like my veggies
like them an awful lot
but think you should try different ones
not just the ones you got

like I'm always hearing someone say
why can't we just have Peas on Earth
I don't think that's fair at all
need other ones too to help control your girth

I mean what's wrong with yellow corn
and what about string beans too
they're chunk full of nutrients
and they taste real good in stew

you can put asparagus on a plate
cover it up with butter
even okra would be alright
do you think I stutter

I mean I just don't understand it
why is all about Peas
everywhere I go I hear
let's get down on our knees

and bow our heads in silent prayer
and make these special pleas
but I want something else
it's not just about these dam Peas

it just goes to show you
it's always something you see
people need to understand
it's not just only me

excuse me Rosanna,
I think you have it wrong
it's Peace, Peace on Earth
they've been talkin about all along

well then that's different
just you never mind
Peace is a real good thing
I hope it's something we find

Gomer LePoet...
tribute to Gilda Radner
DET Jan 2016
⭐Danna Sol⭐
✨By: D.E.T.✨

Who am I?
Somebody give me a sign?
Can anyone justify?
When I cry?
Can someone tell me what's my purpose ?
Why am I feelin' all nervous?
Maybe today will be my last time to face
This surface
As soon as I arrive
Home I'm goanna cry
But there is a problem (s)
Dropping on the bottom
And I don't think I can solve them
Yeah, I can see
That I'm about to bleed
All I need
Is to flee
Maybe all I need is breathe
Is fresh air
I'm on top of my head
Thinking I should be dead
So, I look at the bottle
Of pills I'm having trouble
Tell myself  can't do this anymore so, I wanna end this
Because I don't wanna pretend this
Soon as the pills pop
I drop
And my eyes close
I hear this echoes
Tellin' me I'm a waste
So, in this case
I'm getting myself out of this space
I wake up in the hospital
I'm feeling awful
All I can do is cry
In ask myself why
Life  gotta be so, hard
There's this blackboard
Telling me I can go forward
In I think I should do my revenge
So, yes I'm going through changes
So, I can stand on those stages
Yeah y'all goanna be in this cages
Lock up
Hook up
So, look up
This were my troubles
That I struggle
I kept my eyes open
Yet, I was hopeless
While I was choking
In y'all were joking
Yeah, you buddy
Don't feel so, lucky
Cause I'm gonna play my part
That's goanna be your heart
Yes, I'm talking to you  boy
Yeah, you are the toy
That I'm goanna enjoy
No, no one has a choice
Y'all are goanna run out of air
When y'all see this glare
I don't care
But I dare you
To come step on my shoe
I bet you
Will drop dead
All I feel is angry
Because all he felt was sorry
Yeah I'm mad at you
For not having a clue
How to glue
My shoe
And for putting me through
This blue mood
Soon as I walk out this door
I'm gonna ignore
Your words cause I declare war
Cause this is was you ask for
"War"
Yes, I'm looking at my yesterday
I was put in jeopardy
In y'all goanna get what you deserve
Cause you severe
What y'all gonna get
Is a hit
Fake girls
With fake pearls
You girls
Are goanna be collapsing
In I'm goanna be on the top laughing
Yeah, I'm goanna rip
Your ribs
So, y'all can feel what I felt
Yeah, my heart is already melt
Cause it's my turn to make y'all suffer
Yeah, I'm already tougher
Call me a monster
But know this I begin to get stronger
Just know the Lilly
You knew ain't the same
Maybe be the name
But when you see me furious
Y'all gonna take me serious
What came back was for my revenge
Yes, I want to see you on this cage
Cuz this is my revenge
This a poem I wrote for my friends for her story called love's revenge this has nothing to do nothing with me kust for everyone to know
Raziel Flores Apr 2015
I don't want a simple girl.
I want a madwoman.
A ***** who can stimulate my mind,
my very own Poison Ivy.
A catalyst for inner growth,
an extension of my Self.
I crave a woman unlike any other,
as complex as they come;
Whose beauty is the wisdom
of the Universe when sung--
in its native tongue. --[Love];)
I yearn for a woman..
just as intricate as I.
A Creator, a mountain mover,
a mindful singularity.
The woman who inspires me to be,
to write, to become great.
The only one I must impress.
She, who notices the subtleties
that go unspoken,
and the intricacies
that elude all other muses.
I seek the Love that enables.
The Love, that is Life, thriving.
I refuse to accept-- just any
ordinary household love.
I long for the synergy of mind,
of two souls entwined--
In a neurological nexus.
I pray..
for a symphony of Love,
with God as the composer,
where she and I,
comprise the notes,
to the Magnum Opus
of Divinity.

                                      -Elswer
                                      (Raziel Flores)

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