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St. Paul says love
Is patient and kind
Surely that is true

And love is when
I make up my mind
To give myself to you

Mental illness and Mental health
Not so different really

Suffering leads to poetry
For the touchy feely

Poetry reaches out
Tries to help you know

A mind in search of who knows what?
Before it has to go

Ay yay yo!
Sharp eyes and sharp knives do the same job.

They cut anything to size.
Why do I like poems and music so much?
The sounds? The ideas? The connections?

Some poems endure through ages.
A kind of timeless Resurrection.

Some songs express such emotion
I respond with depth devotion

Like the singer sings my mind
I seek; they find.

                   Love is patient.
                   Love is kind.
The fear is all internal
The world still spins and turns

Other people matter
Other life forms yearn

Scientists discover
The stars above bright burn

Star Trek is for lovers
Mr. Spock returns!
 Oct 2020 artisticAR
mikarae
sing me your inspiration,
so that words may blossom
through the rings of the tree
in my paper.

gift me your passions,
so that pathways may carve
through inked rivers
and graphite daydreams.

paint me your love,
so that I may palette
your rainbow
and color my canvas

with my favorite colors of you.

the soft pink
of the inside of your lips,
and the offset grey
haloed through your eyelashes.

tiger lily freckles framed
by sweet peach
and wallflower blushes.

rainfall wrists
and dutch cocoa silk.

all my canvas needs
are the colors of you.
acrylic affirmations and watercolor whispers
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