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My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

MOLECULES

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)



Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

Don't Breathe 3/17/2021 12:21 AM PST

The Legacy List

(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME

Wisdom of the Infinite

21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...

Preferring The Stars. (After College)

So Glad I Met You

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

The Threshold To The Other World...(March 2021/Feb 2021)

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

Only Yesterday (For T.J..)

WHAT CHIRPLESS CRICKETS MAY PREDICT (IN HORROR MOVIES--DREAM POEM)

The Differences

No Broom Could Chase Me.

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Out On The Street

Taking Up Alley Living

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Liminality

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

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what's in my name
isn't found in my face

I didn't choose my name
it was given to me
would I claim it as my own
how could they have known
who I was
the day I was born

truth be told
they barely knew themselves
nor their botched parenthood experiment. 

does the soul choose
does it have prescience
could it really know
who its been paired up with
and would they be good caretakers or
is it the toss of a coin
how the gulf opens up
and drops a soul
into this void called earth
and how this soul must grasp it
with all its might
because grasping means life

is it familiarity or familial
how I do have the eyes of my Dad
or how I'm like my Mother
always sad
I see things others don't
and might choose not to

and what makes me want to do
what I ought not do
and defy every attempt to control
I must have dropped from the darkest hole
from the sky
my soul maybe wanted to fly alone
for awhile
and not get attached
so I could be better prepared
before I came hatched into
this unkind world
who didn't choose to know me

I was old before the years caught up
I was old and never tied the knot of
childhood
I was the parent not the child
my parents didn't get the directions
nor possess the leanings nor have
the attention span that makes
a little one grow up and not be wildly
at odds with the world
let me tell you the one little pearl
or two that must be passed unto
the soul of a little child

never improve them
nor ask them to fall into line
with your own false image
of who you want them to be

always reassure them when they're hurt
telling them
it will be alright again--
and how the worst gets over
and at the end of darkness
is a prescient morning dawn

teach them they have within them
all the ingredients to
to thrive, to carry on

show them how
a soul's life can be serene
and that life doesn't have to be mean

and all who they need
they will find within themselves
and that
with time,
all can and will be revealed
 persevere to heal
as it's uncovered
(within yourself, my child, within yourself, little soul.)




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