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So,

I'm trying to
Understand you
Even though
I don't really
Want to
Smooth tricks
All the mental
Ticks
And tocks
Of the brain

Your penchant
For spending
Time alone
And also not
Deep in thought
Guzzling on
The distinguished
Stigma
Of holding
All the
Cosmic grudges

Finding depth
In cantankerous
Plot twists
Keep on adding them
To your
"*******" list
Just see
What you'll get
Keep having
Your fits

Each one
Of your
Personalities
Will double
And you'll
No longer know
Which one caused
You the trouble
You'll fall
When you wake up
And ill-starred
Unaware
Blundering
Through the dark
It's sad to say

You'll forget
Who you are
The slow process of forgetting who you are.
An admonition to myself, and those who wonder.
Sure... Just write down your secrets.
What a simplistic idea.
You know those things you've done or thought or said that you be terrified if  someone ever found out those very things came from you.... pu tthem down on paper. It's just that easy!!!

If only.

But the truth is: we all have them.
Dark ones.
Small ones.
Scary ones.
Ones that will make us feel smaller than we'd like to feel.
Ones that remind us that we are bigger that we think we are.
Ones that in front of other people we might take pride in, but behind closed doors imprison us with shame.
Ones that we're too afraid to claim as our own because of what people might think or say if they knew,
but in our solitude, speak peace to the confusion and restlessness conjured up in our hiding from the sometimes brutal truth that makes us the men and women we've become today.

But what if I told you you're not alone?

What if I told you that I've found a place where you can be honest with your secrets and no one will judge you, tell you that you're wrong or that you you're some kind of monster because of what you've
revealed
uncovered
confessed
Been honest about with others and more importantly....
yourself

Let me put your heart at rest by saying to all of you:
You dont have to be afraid anymore.

This is a place to release all of those fears...
To finally put behind you what might have been weighing on your conscience for
days
weeks
months
years

Now is your chance to be **FREE
 May 2013 Timothy Brown
jerely
My light always shining


you never notice it?



Cause I'm following you




like a FOOL.
 May 2013 Timothy Brown
Marian
My head is aching
This is so very boring
So is my Haiku

*~Marian~
 May 2013 Timothy Brown
Marian
Sad symphonies still linger on the breeze
And tears like raindrops fall
Memories of yore float back to me
On the dancing wind
The breeze stirs the tall green grass
Bittersweet memories flood through my head
And leave me crying
My tears turn into dewdrops
And wake the world anew
They kiss the silk petals of
Sun-kissed flowers
And make the world
Glitter with raindrops
That had been once my tears
Flowers waltz
To the song of Nature
Played on harps of sparkling gold
And on violas sweet
Violins create a lovely prelude
Of majestic beauty
And suddenly
Little sheer wings
Barely visible appear
And I realize with sudden spark of joy
That the Fairies have come
Their wings flutter and blow my brown hair
And my blue eyes sparkle with joy
Their soft hands gently stroke my cheeks
And their fingers stroke my brown hair
Then their cherry lips
Sweetly kiss my cheek
And then they say goodbye
And I am left alone once more
In that meadow
Where memories returned once more
As they did before
Leaving me sad

*~Marian~
 May 2013 Timothy Brown
Marian
The Moon's rays of silver-kissed light
Drift through my room
Dancing and waltzing while I'm asleep
The Fairies come out
And their wands gracefully touch the magical irises
Night's gown of velvety black
Is like a celestial veil
That covers the sky
And into my room the Fairies dance
And sprinkle Fairy Dust everywhere
It enchants my dreams
And weaves them into something nocturnal
Just like the notes of their beautiful harps
I sleep so very soundly and peacefully
Because of their innate sweetness
And their gold Fairy Dust
Which glows and sparkles
In my room
Enchanting my dreams
And making them beautiful
The next time I fall asleep
My dreams are just as beautiful
And pristine

So tonight
When the Moon hangs in the sky
I'll know that the Fairies
Are passing by*

~Marian~
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