Her name lit up your phone
but your face lit up brighter,
and the stake in my chest
finally punctured my heart.- G.L. Angelone
1Sunday is the start of a new week.
Almost no one has to go to work.
The most unproductive day.
However, not for me.
One of the most active persons you will ever get to meet.
0Electric lightning is so enlightening
Blasting the scene
Thunder shakes the air
The power lifts your hair
Knowing its not safe
Out there
Yet
You dare
With a knowledge that all of us will die
Have to wonder
What are we here for
If not for the bright light
Of the thunder
Out there
To learn the things
Words can’t tell
To know those things
You can’t share
We carry this with us
Everywhere
Building a strength of character
Standing against the wind
When we get blown down
It surly will make a soundBy: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 5/26/20
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CAp_0bpHUkE/?igshid=1wyvy10vxl6vw0When you just gotta laugh to yourself cause you fooled yourself into thinking the trauma was done and over with. But how shitty social networking really is. And show shitty family still comes back to haunt you after all these years.
0There is a love in you,
as of yet unanswered;
unfound in another.
You used to exude it from
every pore.It opened up a world of hurt,
till you supposed you
yearned
for a thing non-existent.And so
you stifled the whispers
whirling in longing
by compressing your rib cage
and all that sought expansion
imploded within.Supernovas turned black holes,
and light faded to this darkness.Wasn’t it supposed to be
easier when you started?But the void aches more
in its ever gnawing
presence.Scoff at the irony of this
self-imposed emptiness:How can nothing hurt more
than anything?The whispers
now cut like razors,
escaping the harsh vacuum
caused by clenched fingers;
wrapped around a heart, still beating.Resonance escapes
no matter how hard you try
to prevent it;seeking that which will amplify it.
And you feel incurably diseased,
when you look over to your lover,
once more wanting
to leave.—
26-5-2020, M.A. Tempels © “… complacency kills.”13Sleep would have been impossible
With that spider camped in the crease
Where the ceiling and wall meetI lifted the cat, who was falling asleep
Because he didn’t see the spider above us:
He was squishy; a bag of syrup in my armsI pointed him like a droopy bazooka
At the flattened intruder,
Who tried so hard to blend into the paint,But the cat locked on, tensed
Into a Louisville Slugger with claws
And swam in the air towards the bookcaseThat was how I left him—reaching up the wall
At the cornered creature, while I slept peacefully
In a sloshy buffet of overlapping dreamsIt’s already 10am, and the cat is still a coil of sleep,
His back turned to me like he hates me,
Like his hunt turned slumber party.1
Where the mind is without fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, where knowledge is free.
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls.
Where words come out from the depth of truth, where tireless striving stretches its arms toward perfection.
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it’s way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit.
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever widening thought and action.
In to that heaven of freedom, my father, LET MY COUNTRY AWAKE!
- By Rabindranath Tagore from Gitangali.
0But, will the divine intervene and let our world collide to give a chance?
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Music by: Cello Suite No.1 in G Major Prélude by Johann Sebastian Bach performed by Yo-Yo Ma
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0I don’t really know how to feel about anything anymore.
I feel in tune with your emotions but we’ve never felt so separated.
Today I start on a path that walks away from yours.
It’s kinda hard to see.
So I don’t know if we’ll be at arms link
or if we’ll be torn apart at once.
But I’m walking in head first.
Because I have to let you go.
-Nims
5/26/20
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