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another one

out of necessity
intent on manifesting
a brighter and better love for me
as a kid i would run for the babies
and my sister to the four legged things
both with longing for the goodness of the truest kind of learning
to see the world anew exactly as it was happening
we are all scientists experimenting
playing with basic elements and divine alchemy
turning and burnishing broken into whole and shiny
if i look hard with love at the you i see inside of me
i find it
far
more
easy
to break down complex and compound
and get back to building

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time like a riverflowing pooling spilling trickling pounding ticklingtoday it is tickingloudly before tomorrows take offto land that all ways tricks meand never forgets mei can not escape my destinyi embrace my lineage and learn our legaciesbeneath flight patternshelicopters and helio circles above mei know my ancestors and the earth love meand send me winged things to remind meto lift and rest my thoughts amid diving and leaping off of limbs, cliffs, and treetops of selves till i am drowningin timetreading, swimming, then floatinglistening as i am singingtill i just. be. fly. and transform and mistifyfrom land to skyand fall down upon the earth againthis is timerebirthing each time i cry

time like a river
flowing pooling spilling trickling pounding tickling
today it is ticking
loudly before tomorrows take off
to land that all ways tricks me
and never forgets me
i can not escape my destiny
i embrace my lineage and learn our legacies
beneath flight patterns
helicopters and helio circles above me
i know my ancestors and the earth love me
and send me winged things to remind me
to lift and rest my thoughts amid diving and leaping
off of limbs, cliffs, and treetops of selves
till i am drowning
in time
treading, swimming, then floating
listening as i am singing
till i just. be. fly.
and transform and mistify
from land to sky
and fall down upon the earth again
this is time
rebirthing each time i cry



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and sometimes a letter is just a letter…

but not this time…

yes.
talking bout self to me
to a self that i care for
and with
and still am learning
to name
to manifest
to re set boundary.
her eyes on
equal to
planets (just dust) (r)evolving 
yes.
i am still and all ways turning 
thank you.
your reflection me roars me
loudly
this is
clear to see
we sew sirius
so proudly
so i’ll just speak gently and plainly
just because we’ve been broken
doesn’t mean we can’t re.frame things. 
i don’t need to ride or die
if you can walk, run, dance, and rest with me
and i can swim, surf, fly and be fly be sides
and i can most often see so many other sides
i know
i no
and yes
and draw clear and blurry lines
b.u.t. we are all ready dying
and we’ve been goin’ round and round for lifetimes
and i’d rather spit, ride, and spin to fully and truly live
than kill time resurrecting and rectifying
i am not calling self any one single thing
i heal with the knowledge of all of our voices and stories
today i am listening and loving deeply
i am cultivating, creating, and surviving
and if my energy is in any way helpful
i am very much obliged

sending love from behind bars to the stars that each of us were and are.

sunshine on your shadow
on your face
and in your heART.

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open to public: not all men deliver

ladybojangles:

Men have asked to

forgive them for their silence,

hold onto to their hearts,

like limp birds in my dried palms.

Men have told me that they like me because

I can see their rocks as diamonds,

and listen to them in the dark.

Yet rarely do they imagine the weight

of their brokenness,

the…

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and i am trying to love you better
so i looked in the mirror and sang and told you a love letter
the only face you can never fully see is your own
besides we get it all back words
and i mostly speak in poems

…and i don’t know yet what i do not know…

but i know i can
and i know i can grow
and sew things that hold us
all
together
a little more warmly
and a little more gently
in both accident and intending
reflections eternal
revolutions unending

lunatic. lunatalk. lunasea.

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