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Love in Ten

March 1st, 2015
1. Love is my feel-good tea.
2. My Sunday Morning Hey-Ya,
3. My shake and bake,
4. Love is the things I can not see.
5. Love is my power, no man can control
6. Love is letting go.
7. Love is effortless.
8. Love is how the trees are made.
9. Love is my whirlwind
10. Love is leaping through the universe.
“God is Love”

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Love in 10 sentences

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keep it going…
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(Day 10 Future) Coral Reefs

February 27th, 2015
Steel blue salt,

In the waters that doth not stale.

The greatest fear is to fail.

Salt blue steel.

Soulful lessons with each tide.

Till I, shake the need for dying.

Til I, manifest, solid visions of my dreams.

Til the Urchins of the sea, find a home past the thieves.

Caught between the thickets of its kind.

Reeled forward holding lines.

Hook in gills

Gills in hooks

Reflections, of unsung stories

all that lies before me

tis but, Pearls of Opportunities.
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Day 7(Fingers) Split Ends

February 24th, 2015
Complicated as brushing maybe.Parting hairs was the least of their worries.Unleavened bread will be buttered with sunken stories. Told by the ancestors, drumming pasts slumber and sleep.Rumbling giants speaking into the deep.Plumbing through youthful cries, burdens no mans able to gutter. Oh inner guide, please do not stutter,plain speech, I beseech you utter.

Today’s device assonance,form is poetry prose I tried with using (U sound ) The meaning is related to a dream I had of the drum sound in my sleep. Happy Writing…
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Day 2, (Journey) All I have…

February 17th, 2015
Can it Be?

Borrowed Love.

And she ain’t dead.

Inside my head.

Stupidly sitting.

.
On highways left side.

But she can’t spare, her own socks full of sorrows,

all because,

she borrowed love.

Day 2,Journey
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(Day 1: Haiku) Bones Made of Water

February 16th, 2015
Mystical Well

side bones,

Brought me here,

like jazz and blues

I dig in high waters…
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Space

February 13th, 2015
Dear clutter, it’s been swell. Living underneath the piles of flimsy wash-cloths and moldy shelves.

I’ve tried, and you’ve lied, about the mess nobody makes.It takes courage to thoroughly clean,

Beneath basements and baseboards.

Look what we’ve become!

Shabby and raggedy,always nagging bout the times when you was as fine as oatmeal.

Please.

I’m not asking.Still my space..
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The loaves

February 12th, 2015
My tears are no ordinary waters.

It was here, my gut rose to take its place.Its gonna be alright.

My life, is gonna be alright.Have a small bite,

These rainy cycles of loving me.All because I indulged in dark cherry, brownies …

Wait never mind the calories…

Got down in the bottom of skillet,

feeling good…
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When my soul speaks

February 9th, 2015
She was not just a pretty orange to peel.Her vitamin c, drove back the mucus of icicles.

Hacking deeply like rusty faucets,

sputtering brown,

then yellow ,almost pasty clear.

She would not quit, come too far in the snow.

Open the oceans wide and you’ll find me.

In the arms of hope,

I’m finding my way to life….
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Flow

December 9th, 2014
When going up,

no-less,holding on.

When going down,

give-in:Jasmine petals,

the onions,

breaking up the fevers.

Unclogging the mind.

Happiness has a flow.

Poet;Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2014
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Steel blue salt,

In the waters that doth not stale.

The greatest fear is to fail.

Salt blue steel.

Soulful lessons with each tide.

Till I, shake the need for dying.

Til I, manifest, solid visions of my dreams.

Til the Urchins of the sea, find a home past the thieves.

Caught between the thickets of its kind.

Reeled forward holding lines.

Hook in gills

Gills in hooks

Reflections, of unsung stories

all that lies before me

tis but, Pearls of Opportunities.

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