camera

share your smile
let your voice carry
in silence, your whisper
burns in to my heart
i bury my life with you
saw the sun shine through
the winds… feel them blow
around us and we twirl

twirl until our wings no longer fly…

certainly no poem is ever finished… at least not until i am no longer able to change, erase, recite, replace

this view from my eyes…

spoken skies

May
the curious soul
the delight of life
dwell in the impossible
find the possible
spred far your quilted heart
pieces of life sewn
with zig and zag
mindful ever of neighbors
far and wide!

Reject the negative… even the negative disguised as something otherwise. Discern life as you pass through the skies…

I Hope That You Cry When You Read This Post – Because Crying Is Healthy (reblog)

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I Hope That You Cry When You Read This Post – Because Crying Is Healthy

— Read on kevymichaels.blog/2018/07/10/i-hope-that-you-cry-when-you-read-this-post-because-crying-is-healthy/

personal musings unleashed.

Learned something new today. Moments. Happen.

I have loved but one man. For thirty years. This experience leaves me rather naive about men and love and how the world works. I have never smoked, taken drugs and my first taste of alcohol was to drown pain at 48. It is three years later and my penchant for rum, brandy and vodka is growing. One feels freer under a bottle’s influence of twisted words and greedy sex. And then he arrived. Hungrier than me. A stinger, a fighter, a god. And he took to my attention, selling wares of satisfaction, provided i comply.

Where am i in all of this? Living in a dream that strikes fear in my heart. A complying pisces who strikes the bait, knowing full well the line can be reeled in, one netted and unable to free herself from captivity!

No! Swim faster…nothing turns out right… miscommunication, ha! amongst writers? it happens and is happening… can you not see my heart… veiled by modesty…

can you not hear my desire… to be friends? ha! amongst writers… where ego takes over

and all sadness aside… my loneliness is welcome… simply wanted, needed, desired a muse…

and you needed, wanted, desired

more than i can, could, will give.

and i will act like i am not hurt but i am hurt. terribly!

mystery.

crazy!
he calls
after

i take
the compliment
meant to harm

morph into
his dream
swim deep

into unpleasant thoughts
surrounded by
future fights

transgressions
meek smiles forced
stretched out, about

and around me,
i welcomed
and wrapped you

into play
naively friend…
teasing

you listened
as no one ever
spanked this

hard ass
your love stung
-smack back