Monthly Archives: August 2018

Eat it or wear it

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there once was a little girl

who loved to giggle

sometimes she would not like

what she was told to eat

in her stubbornness

she would sit at the table all alone

until darkness came;

Til all but two were tucked in bed.

She would get thumped upside the head

and called some terrible things

but still she would sit hoping they would forget

her plate was not clean.

words were screamed

and words were repeated but to bring the spoon to her lips,

she just would not do it.

And in the end she would go to bed dirty.

stripped naked she was forced to stand

while the food she refused to eat,

well,

it was rubbed all over her bare  skin

(mashed potatoes and peas burned in her memories)

in her nose and her ears

And down to her toes.

her pretty brown hair mangled and messed

perhaps one day she would learn;

and she did.

She learned not to speak,

she learned not to argue.

she learned to do what she was told,

to eat every morsel on the plate before her

until nothing was left;

And she slowly disappeared.

*originally published August 2016 @choleintodiamonds*

Gardens

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I sit in the gardens,

The smell of soil

Filling my veins.

Distant sounds of traffic and

Humans

Disappear

As the hummingbird does his thing before Me,

Flitting

And flapping.

Cicadas and dragonflies.

This music cradles me as I sway to the rhythm;

Become the rhythm.

Vitality and rejuvenation joining

In my heart and mind.

I am so far away,

So very close.

Everywhere yet nowhere,

Dancing energy intertwining.

Merging and surging.

A decadent,

Ceaseless heartbeat melody

Of stillness abounds and sways.

Reborn.

Gate

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She told you she would not cry when you

Walked away.

She lied.

She shut the gate behind herself in the

Garden

So you could not see

Her trembling steps;

Her trembling lips.

Her singing voice hid her sorrow.

You never learned her anyway.

Perhaps she will not open to trust

This lifetime.

Perhaps it is so,

But you will not know for your soul has

Agreed to move on.

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My lovely friend,

Step outside

And howl at the moon

If you need to.

Stop holding back.

Stop fighting what every single

Cell in your creation is

Calling you to be.

To love

To dance

To sing

To run

To lie by the ocean

And fill yourself with the power

Of rolling thunder.

Your soul knows.

Your heart knows.

Set yourself free

And your mind will follow.

In the sweet embrace of all of you,

There you will be complete

And you will find

Universes yet to be

Explored.

*originally published march, 2014 @choleintodiamonds*

Manicure

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Great tress manicured;

Cut and shaped to fit lest they overgrow

Space allotted them.

Aesthetically pleasant.

Cut the branch,

Rake the leaves.

Make it look like they never let go a mess to

Shed

The old and become

Stronger and taller.

Invisible cages even for them,

The mighty oaks.

Still they keep straining to grow to their full potential so naturally;

Roots creeping underneath us all as we go

About this and that.

This and that.