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Quilted

Lovely lives so painted
So cracked and colored in
Each new beauty
Is torn at the rims
So shredded but rebound
With stitching thread wound up
And all the corners gowned
With colored patching
And put together, traced
With every color
And thick, golden lace

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Child’s Sight

Art obsession
A redemption initiated
In seeing things deeper
With a new lens
Opening up in other shades
Like a new energy
Pulsing under skin
Crawling electricity
Lighting up senses
And tingling in each little finger
Feeling light and curious
And motivated to move
And seeing things never known before
A light long lost
An intimate bliss incarnate
A child’s sight reborn
In older eyes

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Pensive Nights

Laying in my bed
Looking up at the ceiling
Open eyes and still
With the blue glimmer
On my walls
From my phone light
And soft moody music
And I wonder
Where my life will go
And what is out of my control
And dream of deep love
But sleep alone
Open eyed
Laying in my soft bed
Staring up at the ceiling

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Streams

Fly away me
Go hide there
Pain like flash
Like hope falls
Like builds up
And bursts to tears
Like torn, tangled
Mottled grief
Like fly, far away
Like sink, so deep
Like sing
Like so many colors go
And all spin around me
So quietly
So white noise rushing
Is anxiety
Is pain like flash
Like dull engulfing
And cannot hide
Flat out flayed
Here and open wound
Like glass castle shatters
Yellow petals trampled
Echo in this well
Fly away me
Like sad jazz
Hide there in loud music
Hide there in beautiful art
Deep in thought

 

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Passions

I forgot to be magical
It slipped my mind
I forgot my imagination
And my mental space
To paint my world
I walked away
From dreaming out loud
And passionning
And hoping and creating
And pushing reality
And redefining
I forgot to be
The art I am
And it slipped away
And is what I miss and need
To face the rest
Day by day