

DivinityWhen next we meet may you slide your strong hands around my waist to the small of my back and pull me close. May my arms find purchase upon your wide shoulders and wind around your neck. May our hungry lips touch and melt our mouths together and drop the jaws of any fortunate enough to witness such a holy event. May we just be us in the wonder and beauty of us; just us in the fantastic glorious exceptional blessed fanciful divinely inspired us.Divinity


Learning to BoxSome people need a good ass-whooping. I mean a really good one. The kind that lands them in a hospital bed, attached to life support for a while. Not permanent vegetation, mind you; but just enough to shine a little light on the error of their ways. Show them that you just cannot stroll through life, consistently abusing your fellow humans, and expect to never experience consequences. While there have been many throughout history that killed and pillaged and raped their ways across the globe, they eventually ran into someone bigger and badder. Id say to ask one of eLearning to Box


TouchedRemembering the first time you touched meTouched
As the world fell away
Leaving only you
Just as every moment we share
The world falls away
Time existing without us
Until we choose to step back
Into the hum of daily things
The touch from your hand to mine
is never broken
no matter how busy or crazy this world gets
My thoughts are always with you
My heart safe within your grasp
Even when the world
Just see
--
And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...
Snow Patrol
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thanxxes,
christopher
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post-script
mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.
-praytell
my other profile is a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations
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"There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. ~ Marianne Williamson
--
post-script
mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.
-praytell
my other profile is a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations
--
dendrites wave and furl
moved-by-moving-with is not
manifesting is
this can happen without you
or it can happen within
--
Suck on my brain.
--
Come to the edge, he said,
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
...and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
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