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Tonight underneath debris
Family foreclosure
...
Heaven's legs dawn through window
Offer artificial hope
...
Employee to love
Dressed for escape
...
Pleasure town angel
A multi-colored pretty thing
...
Mom questions way
Daughter drives to parties
...
Empty lips talk
**** reflection patterns
...
Death inside mom and dad
Beautifully cold skin
...
War god kiss
Midnight blue people (at dinner table)
...
Young shadows flower
Final stars fire
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Money born cloud
Raining on remnants of family
...
Is there nothing
Left to mortgage?

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Living
if  you call it living

vicariously
through  you

a passenger on  every
trip

where
you always drove
 Jul 4 Anais Vionet
Maddy
Tuning in
Tuning out
Not out of interest but for health and heart
The emotional girl and poet needs to care about herself more
When you are very caring and loving
Sometimes you get lost along the way
Useless to loved ones and friends
So learning balance and even keel
Second and thitd best is a not good idea
Focus changed
Quieter and listening
Debbie and Donny Downers stay away please
Just have no time for you and those like you
Your process does not compute
Listen carefully extraordinary people like the poets
Here
Give me the colors of a rainbow and I'll be your heart's extol  
or a petal from your favorite rose so I can place it in my soul;
Send me the pillow the fairies have gleaned with watermark  
I'll hold it to my chest until I hear the melodious coo of a lark!  

Be a Spiritual Gem inside me, I will polish and make you shine  
like a soaring star I'll glitter so you know,"I'm truly~truly thine."
 Jul 2 Anais Vionet
Josh
An empty swing hangs from a tree
Drifting in the airs varying touch
Vacant in his mind,
Where light shines upon the grass,
Stretching and leading
While shadows kiss the base of it's warm bark
This tree has a memory,
As the swing longs in its drift

This place
Where she used to reside,
Radiating magic and captivating flowers,
Remains dormant

The swing longs,
The tree mourns
The light, slightly dimmed and muddled

While remnants of her enchantment
Leave the scent of life and beauty embedded in every space
Her words once touched
What makes life meaningful?

Understanding another's

pain and suffering–perhaps.
The water in my well is deeper and no longer bitter.

The river of life flowing into me and flowing out from me is no longer just a trickle in a sunbaked riverbed.

No matter how long
and hard the
journey has been

I take back what I lost
I take back what I wasted
and I take back what
was taken from me
whilst locked in a universally
human functionalized social
and spiritualized trance.

I take back my hope!
I take back my faith!
I take back my peace!
I take back my joy!
I take back what
was taken from me!!!
Occasionally, it can be a good thing to take advantage of a gap you may see in the spinning wheel of life, and carpe diem--pluck the day as you would a flower--to help make a positive change for yourself and others.
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