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:-)      We are the abbreviated people
Living our lives in short, loud bursts
On screens and through machines
Words are changed, made little, rearranged.
We are emoticons
Wearing a dead smile
Pretending to be happy
But *** and ***
We've lost so much.
Write with me
On walls and boards
And scented, silky paper.
Find your language, your voice
We'll rediscover what we were,
Articulate and complicated, full of words
If we write, we'll speak and feel
Indescribable, beautiful things
Unashamedly unabbreviated
More than a   :-(
Inspired by a beautiful poem about letters by Kelly Rose
Katy Owens Oct 2013
forever and always.
a very long time.
Flying along with the feeling of freedom. elation. sprouting wings, they shoot out from shoulderblades. Time to sour. Unrestrained, liberty and life in the breath of the clouds. Whole and Complete. Joy unending.
these things can't be written, only felt and forgiven. Unbidden, so, welcome still. Freedom of the soul can't be lost of sold. the way the music plays, crescendos and dances. Notes the most beautiful melody of joyous abandon.
Release. Fly.
Freedom in the waves, wings glide along glistening waters.
Sparkles.
Millions of diamonds dancing atop waters, delighting in the laughter of joy and, innocence. Wings unfurl, plummet through sky. no stopping no turning no end to this flight. Can't open or close, define or control. this freedom brings so, much, more. Words can't describe, minds can't imagine. Poets left wordless, musicians without notes.
Purity, not a definable thing. This love, that they sing. it isn't a definable thing.
release, be free. That's the song to be sung, nothing can come, near. Sweeping and swirling, with no worries simply twirling. unimaginable. uncontainable. the beauty of this freedom song. A dance, sweet flight, all things beautiful. Release and relinquish and be free inside. arms open wide, wings spread so free. on top of a cliff, overlooking the sea. Breaking. Free.
Forever and always, the love of which we sing. freedom comes at a price, I'm growing new wings. break. free. New and completed, ever appreciated. Perfection in imperfection, every bit accepted and, unabbreviated. No need to say no, to change or to bend. Just spread those wings and sour through the breath of the wind. Undivided and unqualified, yet utterly complete. Perfected in the sight of love consummate.
Flawless, fearless, freely flying, forever and always. such a very long time.
Perfectly broken and unintentionally flawed. Beautiful in the chaos of a world still in snow. Beautifully broken, all the battles have been won. sweet wings open wide, feathers glisten and gleam.
fly. fly.
fly free.
Nat Lipstadt Jan 2016
nearly



"with close kinship, interest, or connection; intimately"


~~~

it's n-early for natty,
dressed for gym penance in his
dress blue
sweats

but instead of working out,

he's working out
a gymnastic, mental, laboring problem,
that the muse mistress musters him out
to out,
and to attend to
the birthing of t-his
composition

a re-erupting volcano that
has gone and got him good,
now he's a man intimately
possessed,
with completing, recording,
an unabbreviated log of
oh so long ago's,
a list of the
oh so many

nearly

line items in his
life's lineage

nearly

went a whole life lessened by being
love less,
which always calculates as
a life lived
forever insufficient

nearly

was intimate
only
with tears self-shed,
on a single pillowcase in
a double bed,
that was unfulfilled,
no intersecting
humanity

nearly

permanentized
kin
ship
as a
dictionary definition official
for a
sunken vessel,
a drowning one man scull,
racing toward a finish line
that had no visible
finish

nearly

lost both sons, lost years, lost friends
lazy living in the slow, low heat
of a burning hell
of zero connections,
thinking the proper cost/benefit solution
was always,
never to be
greater than,
always
less than one

nearly

packed it in,
while overlooking a temptress river,
calling me out swiftly from the
slow lane of loneliness,
offering a

nearly

certain final outlet sale,
a mark-down event,
for clearing the heavy, overladen shelf
of over-weighty
al-one-ness,
a sale of singular single
cell marks upon human flesh

nearly

died a miserable man,
and still may,
from who knows what
pestilence consumption

but

never

from never knowing,
for the lacking of,
the unadulterated love
of a good woman
*

and that is
more than,
greater than,
>
all the unknowable
nearlys

and more
than any other
nearly,*
life may yet
deny me,
or
curse me by


~~~
6:45am
Jan. 18, 2016
NYC
for Steve (Sjr1000) whose nearly always,
inspired comments
reminded me that
nearly
too,
can be
flawless,
in its own right
I sit looking at them.
Their names stare at me with blank expressions.
In a mood of unabbreviated luck, I choose one
but only one.
This curious anchor weighting me
now sinks to the bottom of the lapping tongues of water.
Once an idea of adventure, turned into an anchor of responsibility.
This beacon of skyline, no longer looming
defeated by its own receding horizon.
Travis Green Jul 2022
Your hunky pumped-up guns
Got me so gung ** about your crunkalicious smoke
The way your dopeness flows throughout my soul
Consoles my rainbow framework
Your sunshine smile blisses me out
Makes me so hot for your ardent rock-solid body
The thought of our lewd lips fusing
Has me wrapped up in a magical mounting high

I want to peruse and enthuse your smooth ultra muscled structure
Allure your every charming contour
Take a divergent detour to your fervent candy store
Let me become stranded in your immersive labyrinth
Brimming with infinite infectious manfulness
Burrow into your unconquered mondo cosmos
Stroke your superb sideburns, your dopalicious
Dark goatee overflowing with grandeur

Massive attractive chest, **** tatted back
Flaming hurricane thighs, luscious legs like lighnting
Crash-hot saucy Papi fraught
With phenomenally heart-stopping adventurousness
I want to turn up the volume of your machoness
Fall further into the wings of your dreaminess
Encased in contagious unabbreviated sensations
How I embrace the solidity of your virility
Your mucho gusto smoothness
Your heavenly poetic fragrance
The cruising coolness in your pulchritude

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