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- Be Human-?
- Write
- Drink Coffee
- Write
- Be Human-?
Too quick
for slowing
down
My,
My, My
blowing wet smoke
burying these shiftless chords
adding up the dead,
Forgive us
Our transgressions
are multiplying
Forgive us.
Smile girl but not too hard
Speak up but not too loud
Shuffle long ,shuffle long’
chile- now I see
You have no eyes like me
You have no hair like mine
Your human qualities so undefined
quit trying,shufflin-
on my neck
Hold still
Let me be…
http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/7/21/before-the-world-told-me
I
was
here
Soaking up
Love
like
brown paper bags
Here is my latest piece: I am Writing for Healing
http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/7/21/before-the-world-told-me
Carry me through sandy storms, where smiles are real
and stoney hearts are kept
Far away
exchange my hour of disappointment.
Atone now, oh soulless foe.
Carry me to the land where humans grow
A lonely place,
with salvation and intention
Running waters while I weep:
Dredging undefine pipelines
dredging underneath insecurities
dredging backward toward
gravity’s feet
separating the void-nothingness
In the beginning…
Open doors to me
lover dance so gently
like summer’s heat
like silver streams of mercy
like silver honey
like healing doors
for all of me…
No smoke No fire:
I don’t know where the sea joined me,but the sea had come.I noticed along every path,through tunnels and useful roads the trees were meaner. Their presence just like me giggled at the chance to see single drops pouring sideways .I stood there in foggy bushes,evergreens and hogweeds.The trees danced with swirls, I tried to mimic. Pillowing further into my thoughts, rushing to steam off such bias helpings, the trees .
As if to say, remember the void. Nothingness ,thee great gulf that separated the waters. That holy occurrence, that made heaven real and called light day.Upon this firmament- rested during the night and breathed into man’s nostrils. To make the first souls.Or else, Noah would return – preach good tidings once more. Earth would be destroyed. Instead of holy water he’d bring the hurricane -the ocean and all its power. Elated into joy, there was no more need of one pitiful suicide but all of us could die together.
I have taken time off to finish a fictional Novel I’d started. I am learning so much about life and myself as I attempt to edit and rewrite 147 pages.Yes I am a newbie when it comes to writing books. I am enjoying the ride.Any editing tips would be gratefully appreciated .
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