Tag: mystic poet

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A wanderers song

If you want me to be happy
Leave me alone to make my peace
Give me a little of that sweet juice
Some distance to walk at my pace
Some greenery a soft mellow breeze
Time permits us to freeze
Get lost in those tall wooden things
Just let me be
Make my piece peace

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But

I told myself I’d have no tears for you
Would only hold space for you
But just one more for old times sake
For the sake of my ticker
For the savior of your soul

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Hurt people hurt people

Godspeed as pain plagues the world
While stolen lovers lust for equality; for peace
Begging for rain
Claiming insanity
Shaming one from shining down
This time around the natural will abandon us
The truth will leave us
All removed
Stumbling riddlers will remain

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January 15, 2023

I love deep feelings. Feelings that stops you in your tracks. Experiencing feelings with self awareness is even more enticing. I can do this dance and really put my foot in it. Really break a sweat. With the wisdoms of the future as a tether. Although the idea of becoming the crazy lady who wears mumus, cheetah print thongs, reads tea and palms and can tell when you’re lying but makes a game of playing along, is mad enticing.

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The best lover

I told myself I could be the best lover

Listen to me

I told myself I could form the fairytales with words and my own hands

With imagination and soul

Choosing to go where the sky bends

And the water calls me out and balances me

Soothed over as honey

On a chest so sweet

So deep dark and brown

Sitting under crowns

Floating on clouds

I believed it, yes I believed it