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Vow to release the old, rigid ways They hinder each step of the journey. Open to options, to love and forays Don’t let judgment inhibit the glory. Eyes wide open See what is real Eternal, soul-building, enduring. Consider, think, choose How to fit in those scenes Witness? Player? Defensive? Alluring? Then open up. Prepared For the ride of your life.
I dreamed of you So vividly Before you breathed life here. You came to me with firm belief That you were mine, so dear. When morning came, I lucidly Considered your request, And changed up my life’s plan Right there, Upon your righteousness. Once committed, I prepared To have you in my life, Proceeding forth to welcome you No fear, no doubt, no strife. When you arrived, Beloved! I knew that we’d been right. We salvaged joy, began new worlds, Thanks to that fateful night.
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Lucid, Righteous, Salvage As he teetered on the brink Of this existence Did he quantify success Based on Fast cars and hot women? ~ Any regrets? ~ Did the futile search For his ideal Cause concern? ~ Did he measure his own value In the manner of the world: Dollars Cents Titles Rents, And feel remorse? ~ Or did he say, “Hot Damn! This was one wild ride! I’m so flippin’ glad I lived large ’til I died!”
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Ideal, Measure, Teeter
It did not occur to me That you might take your leave. ~ You Not being here Was never A part Of my tidy, well-made plan. ~ But time Does weather ~Age~ All things ~ And that once tidy plan Now lays ragged and worn. ~ The frail threads Making up The fabric of our love Can no longer hold it together. ~ Nor can I.
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Occur, Ragged, Tidy
Regarding LOVE. Words from Wikipedia: “Studies have shown that brain scans of those infatuated by love display a resemblance to those with a mental illness. Love creates activity in the same area of the brain where hunger, thirst, and drug cravings create activity. New love, therefore, could possibly be more physical than emotional.” Ha! That explains it. The Heartache. Did we not break through? To intimacy? I loved you. Crazy love, mad love, heart-racing glad love. Smiling at the thought of you. Butterflies when a text came through. Sweet goodnights, raucous hellos, Attraction, passion, bedfellows. Reckless abandon, a jangle of words. And limbs And whims And nerves. Fear stepped in. The end. I loved you. I thought you loved me too. Was it true? … Coward! Inspired by Three Word Wednesday…Heartache, Jangle, Reckless |
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