I see one thing,
you see another,
because one thing is always more than itself:
it is itself
plus the relativity of the thing.

It is the mass,
energy,
plus I don’t know how many times the acceleration.
You look,
it has transmuted,
it is already another thing.

To see
is to recreate the world,
is to interact with the beautiful,
is to interact with the ugly,
is to commune with the ...

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I’m sorry to disappoint you

That I can be too sweet and so weak

And yet I can be cold and cruel too

That I can completely snap to my core

And morph into a creature of different sorts

I’m sorry that I’m not white or black

Or immaculate

Or of any matter 

For that fact

I’m not anything 

At all

Not wholly whole

You see,

Incompleteness 

Has been my superpower 

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Expressions of Love: Part XXII

Title: Mi Amor

las explicaciones me fallan, Mi Amor

las palabras salen de mi pecho y son

aparentemente incomprensibles, Mi Amor

la felicidad que das, es como el viento

soplando en mi rostro, Mi Amor

es como la profunda bocanada de aire

que tomas en una fresca manana de invierno, Mi Amor

es como la sensacion de darle...

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Pure Art

Combine the 2 of them and anything is possible

The intent of 1 and the capabilities of 1

Together in 1 person both are exemplary

With the abilities to have a new mind

Along with unique artistic talent

Now anything is possible

See what they create

With their muse

Pure art

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I know I traded something

A part of me

For the splendid splendour of money

I did that thing you shouldn’t do

I gave myself to him

You know, the soul

Cut a piece of myself out for him

You know, the heart

I cut a piece of myself off for him

(You know which part)

But I didn't feel a thing

I'm waiting to miss it

Miss this

Thing

I'm waiting for the pain

You...

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one size 7 and one size 6

i dealt with the cards i was handed i couldnt just pick

my shoes are worn out, battered, and bruised

not the feet of a clown, walk a mile in them you wont be amused

not following any one path, i led my own way but sometimes id fall or step on some cracks

i tried on some others to see if they fit, though they felt better, it wouldnt aquit

couldnt attest t...

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For ALL the Lisa's I have ever known

Oddly enthusiastic

Some would even call her spastic

She was loud but not bombastic

She was just odd...ly

enthusiastic

2019

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Why do things have to be only one way
Do you really believe we experience the same days?
Our lives take different twists and turns
And most of all we all truly do learn
So will you listen to me when I tell you
That your experiences are only one truth?
Your knowledge might truly be great
But it doesn't foretell everyone's fate
When I write, it's from one kind of perspective
But I am not sa...

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I think that you are quite unique,

From ear to ear, then down to feet

Sat atop your mind you speak,

Sometimes funny, sometimes sweet

Lots of people seem the same,

They live their lives and play their games

Now and then they use their brains

But not too often, ain't that insane?

You are you and that's what matters

So ignore, the chitter chatter

Small minded t...

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Let my energy flow effortlessly through the wind.

Let it travel the distance,

To make the difference,

Within each person it touches.

Allow those who could not see,

Witness the potential that I carry within.

Let the beauty of my creativity,

Shine like the moon high in the sky.

Like a feather,

Let it flow,

Let it be guided by the wind...

Let it reach it's ...

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In the creases of a crumpled T-shirt,
the darkening orbit of an orange pasta stain,
the unhinged playfulness of bright and living eyes…
the golden curls like mazes of cornfields – no way out –
The type you just want to twist around your finger –
I noticed you.
In the unrestrained laughter,
I would recall each word that tumbled from your lips
And hang on them, swing from them,
like branche...

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Your skin like the yellow brick road,

and what is it that creates that rush of blush?

I’d love to shovel out your flesh or drill through your cheeks

to reach those autumn leaves,

that grow behind the golden weeds,

the red leaves that were never green.

No, never new, they never grew,

they stayed and they remained:

Dying, but never dead,

thriving, behind your face of ...

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Learning to love yourself is gruelling. Every flaw, every mistake, every quirk. Only us ourselves know how characteristically flawed we truly are. So we hide. Hide behind make up, clothes and materials.

Social media enables us to create an ideology of the person we think we are, the person we want to be. But in the midst of the night we lie awake contemplating ourselves. Questioning our choices...

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God has given us one face,
he has given us something great
that we take advantage of each day.

Our face is a work of art
each so similar,
yet different in many ways.

Each work of art he's created
is a beauty that only few notice
and is something that we hardly see
In our own selves.

God has given each of us a gift beauty,
yet that's not the way we see it.
We judge and critize our...

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Jigsaw

They say you cannot live without me,

yet I am happy lying here alone –

adrift on an ocean of Axminster.

You didn’t miss me until you were finished

and by then it was far too late.

I was just one of your many pretty pieces,

inconsequential to the scheme of things,

until I was the only thing you needed.

By then I was safely hidden away,

f...

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