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Harly Coward May 2016
The words float wonderfully across the open meadows of dew,
Transforming after each bounce, every green blade aiding the future tense.

Where is she?
The words sing gleefully as they play in the morning sun greeting the new,
Creating in a birds mind for the angels always have wings, their hearts immense.

We have found her!
How is she?
The words dance around her aura, admiring the warmth of the fog, the breath of two,
Imagining only a walking stick next to foot prints, compassionately using sixth sense.

Well, what do you think?
I quite like the sound of her!
Who is she?
The words visit my throat shakra, my hot blood pumps connecting, trusting in you,
Rebirthing poetic love, Meditating towards the peaceful calming lavender incense.

She reminds of someone I know, or knew...
Wow, does she remind you of tink?
We should all be together!
But will she?
The words kiss me good bye, twinkling in my blue eyes, and I bid them adieu,
Reharnessing my self worth, becoming a readied spirit warrior, taking on the intense.
7am May 9th
Chill in the air, sun going down
orange shakra all around
down the street without a care
the Squirrel he did dare
to chose the road creature beware
the cars theyre really going nowhere
you didnt make it, your life was was taken
life goes on and theyll recreate it
Darwinism at its finest, its survival
of the fittest and of the kindest
Quiet observations a focused solutions
AntoinetteBrandt May 2018
i always recommend
if you can't stop crying
to drink a cold glass
of water.

a new study reveals
44 genes that link to depression

imflammation leads to depression
water reduces inflammation in the body

and i also recommend to go
outside in the sun
your crown shakra warm
with gold light

grass boosts serotonin in the brain
the sun changes chemicals
the water changes chemicals

depression is a chemical imbalance
in the brain

and once you realize that
it will somewhat normalize
the dis-ease

it will make it seem
less like
it's all in your head.

it's real.
depression.

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