There
is a flow
to nourish
the bones of my story
Her singing bowls have just
begun a morning’s ring…
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I need the sky to walk down and touch me
freckles of memories
mark my journey
from where I’ve been
and where I’m going
Only the sky can see
wings of faith-
See me carry my paper children
feed the souls with light and promise
that soon we birth our dreams
to fly
I need the sky to come down and touch me
pick up my fragile pieces
bottle up my tears
teach me how to
carry my paper children
VisionarieKindness 2015
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She has laid down with giants
strewn hope together
all in a day – scribbling under midnight’s moon
sifting through galaxies in her mind
on the altar once more
wanting to forgive – a place only she can give
for every pit of sorrow
sown riddled by discord
merciless-on the altar once more…
VisionarieKindness 2015
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I am worth the dreams that live in me
I am worth the mountains that skip
soothing my troubled soul
cooling waters,open wide
exploding through the errors
down on Georgia st.
I am worth the journey…
VisionarieKindness 2015
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Know your own power
whether through hail or raving lights
and when you hark-
the winds will bend in your veins
VisionarieKindness 2015
To view my latest poem click here- I saw Love
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Just try a little fluttering
putter
with the wings growing out back
in the falling swing
resilience grows
the writer’s art in sowing
nine stitches rebelliously knowing
it’s not over
it’s not over…
VisionarieKindness 2015
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Let the ceilings fall
Let the earth open it’s lungs
Let the magic in the trees reach out to me
Between here and sanity
Between lost shoes and bare feet
Between the atoms of waters
Between the sky and I
I am Wilde
I am aggrandize gold
I am …
VisionarieKindness 2015
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I got up with a fire
in my belly
rhythm in my step
Poetry in my veins
VisionarieKindness 2015
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I saw love and she was
beautiful- dancing
with my soul in winter
VisionarieKindness 2015
Krissy Mosley Ministries 