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Flees around the corner
for what would the marble be without the pressure
There is a gravity to
sadness; it pulls me
downward into a
deep dark well.
I can't climb out.
It's my own private hell.
I pray for levitation.
I jump, only to fall.
I feel forgotten.

I put one foot in
front of the other,
and I will rise.
I move on.
Hope returns like
a long-lost friend,
and I find my sanctuary.
Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
Here's the link.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qum45hpUqrg
so stubborn,
and generous,
it falls
            drop by drop,
it falls
          in the battle like kings,
bringing (us) tears for a feast
#Rain #Love #Loss #Pablo#Neruda
Here I am
Dream-Walking
of a farfetch reality
----
It
was
good
sometimes they call it - lucid dreams. I can't say I have those, because whenever i wake up, it will just be lost in though as you get back to reality. Before i tried writing it down but then i just lost it, and never caring anymore, maybe because some of it has some bad endings. It appears more frequent than the good ones. I like these dreams, its like i am living a different life, wearing someone else's body, and living a totally farbending reality. You can say some of it is futuristics and some reoccuring horror stuff like zombies, i don't know why, i stop watching those series long before, haha.. Now you've reach this point on the authors note,  and i thank you for lestining. and one last point, a dream is just a dream, never lose your touch to reality.
Every time I’m alone
I get the overwhelming urge to write more poems.
The creative vibe adds to this experience of joyous content.
The contemplations of life
I do not lament.
I let my spiritual intelligence
fill my heart with the math of love.
This extends far beyond the physical hug.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
unlocking understanding
deeply understood

a gentle process
-organic

slowly into place
falls eternities freedom
the morning offering;
all that you are or will be
in union with your Deity  (mine offering themselves on a cross)
we will all be friends in Heaven so goes the saying.
what a shame it will take until then.
Raspberry crop hangs fulsome
sweet luscious fruits
juicy purple and reds
enough for a pie or two.
golden curtains and hard wood floor
longing and lightning

I dream a dozen roses.

I want to hear your voice
I need to feel you

sitting next to me, sister

i dream a dozen roses, beloved

and golden curtains touching the hard wood floor

I dream a dozen roses. little bird

your heart smiles,
angels and wings waiting

one spirit

I dream a dozen roses
white in color,
heart shaped
filled with hope

I dream a dozen roses,
are you still here
dear sister, Lisa?

surely

gentle spirit,
dear sister, Lisa

darling of light

I dream a dozen roses
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