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Worries in life
★Are just a bad dream★
When they begin to occur
Pinch yourself awake so
You float into the
Realization that things just
Aren't as bad as the seem

Let your brain realize
○ºEach morning brings forthº○
A new sunrise
Thoses worries you carried
In the past were gracefully conquered
They had no purpose
They did not last

Today step forth
++Knowing you are alive++
Be thankful for this day
Live life to the fullest
Do your best to strive

Glowing with a smile is
:-D Guaranteed to be :-D
Less stressful than worries
in life so realize
Each vibrant moment
Be happy to be
ALIVE**
♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡
:-D
 May 2016 Ruzica Matic
Carolin
You are tender love.
The letters that were
lost at sea. The poetry
the moon left for me.
You are those flowers
growing from the cracks
of cement. Those cotton
candy clouds. And those
melodies that play loud.
You are the exclamation
mark to my sentences.
And the chalk that draws
art on my chest and
bones. You are the
sunshine that
brightens my
life. The one
who made
me become
his one
and only
wife* ~
Sometimes I care too much
Or I don't care enough
It feels right and sometimes it's just wrong
I give my all even if it's not enough
See them as much more they'll settle for less
Stay focused on what's yours responsibilities
Others might collapse but keep doing right
Do your thing when others tell you other wise
Finish strong prove them wrong
The clouds whirl around horns of the gate.
The blush of the morning is tangerine
and gold. The blossoming chorus from the bay
for now is just silence, fog and a silver lining.
The cinema bulbs are flickering out.

There is Coca-Cola in my soul.
There is anguish in my bones.
Luxury paid for the tightness of my skin
and an artifice of love.
It blew away like dry grass.

I think God is a librarian,
crumbs in his beard, fingerprinted specs.
Cataloguing the hours I spent on my knees
his matinée idol, his evening sandcastle,
stones applauding his work in the Cali tide.

What can he do to me?
Witchdoctors can forecast rain from my guts.
A poor wading bird can fish me up
and photograph my corpse iconic like Evelyn Hale,
but that 'man' can do nothing…

I see the Island rising from the mist
like it’s throwing off its coat.
I’m like the birdman, in my way.
I’ll be remembered
flying.  

Perhaps I can even make it magnificent?
The boys on the boat will talk over their beers
of that triple tuck swan dive,
the acrobat, a harlequin that tumbled
like a shadow on the rising sun

Kamikaze, I Samauri!
The war drum beats, on, on but I’m done.
l am in the eye of the storm.
I am the harbinger, the horseman -
And the universe is a ball in my hands.

I made you up, I’ll rub you out.
The sky is holding the Sun and the Moon.
5am. Circling gulls. Harikiri.
Machinery rings upwards through the girders.
Equinox.  Tomorrow is untouchable.
My capricious mind
Where have you wandered today?
Who have you offended?
What retribution awaits?

I let you out to absorb the Sun’s rays
And you amble off to seek shade
Your stubbornness has no limits
As you fail to return at the appointed time

My unsympathetic mind
Why have you turned your back on your friends?
Do they not attend to your ego?
Like flies on carrion, their interest is symbiotic

This morning I had a premonition
It was perplexing and brought consternation
There was a rabbit that crossed my path
So many bad things happen to rabbits
I wish I could look at real life
The way I look at photographs.
 May 2016 Ruzica Matic
Kwanele
i lied and said i need you. I don't. I need her. I miss her. I'm sorry. I do love you but this void needs filling you're more than willing. I could be good to you. Do right by you...past experiences have me shook.
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