What if I’m so much less than I want to be?
dammed up filters,
and liver in my onion flavored amygdaloid gall bladder
brain
longing
to detox stiffs and stuffs and self-expectations
which grow as harmlessly
as slacks over a chair
nonetheless become rare
tumors-exploding in shattered bottles on a barefoot beach
feet grasping driftwood dreams
while hands throw grenades out to sea…
bombs
I can’t see , but feel in currents of me
fueling ticking…
talking about all the stuff
I should do
grading my ego on a scale of 1-10
what if I order myself to let go of thoughtstones
throw the whole subconscious seduction
aside
so I can learn
to breathe
through my nose…
grow dandelions in wheat fields
recognize
cilia blowing in wind
Beautiful. I love the picture. Awesome piece!!
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Good to hear:)… thank you:)
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You’re welcome!!!
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🙂
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Keep being your wonderful self! Your light shines bright even as the skies of life are dark as night! Hugs and love!
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Ah Miguel:).. a poem in a comment… thanks so much 🙂
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hugs kay, great poem as always ❤ xx
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:)… thank u
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