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Face It

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Cracked glass clouded by steam,

the reflection skewed reality,

my face distorted, monstrous!

That’s why I cover mirrors.

Sometimes, someone sees me,

wheels making me too obvious,

and I ponder what they think…

“You’re so strong!” One exclaimed.

Muscles atrophied to skin ‘n’ bone

long ago, weakness whittled

from could to should to won’t

with my soul my gut’s blackhole

sucking up good, bad ‘n’ all…

It’s not the wrinkles or dark spots

aging looks back and takes stock:

Who were you? Who’ve you become?

Does your soul just need a hug?

LEARN TO GIVE YOURSELF LOVE ❤️

The Swoon

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The swoon:

meeting your eyes

across the room…

oh my swoon,

my chest

like a balloon

enlarging

as you come

closer, sauntering

in my direction

with determination

for further erection

of our firey connection…

Oh my swoon!!! You.

Dark my thirst

to drink you in,

stripped of all

inhibitions!

I stare still.

In your eyes

I HAVE TO DIVE.

In the End

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Every ending is a disguised beginning. Might be trite, yet where would I be without the truism?

Transcendence is the meaning of life, thereby giving purpose to my strife, right?

But, it sucks in the dark, feeling stuck, searching for a life-line thrown from above to pull me out of the grave my brain has dug, waiting to warm my lips with a true-light’s kiss, hoping my heart will catch beat again in this life by something…

A line!!! I found it! This morning my brain yelled, and yet stayed paralyzed still.

Birds start bouncing upon my window, teasing me to get out, tapping a message, “You can do it, you’re not all alone! You carry friends to sing with you in your car. The season’s changing, sun’s a-peeking, treebuds blooming, this is what you are seeking. Join us and you’ll see that sometimes the world can be sweet.”

I start my engine igniting IN THE END…

Thank You ALO Friends!

Awe

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Awe tastes like coffee,

steamy-hot ‘n’ smoothe

as I swallow a good gulp

Awe slips down the throat,

and with a pump to the gut

rumbling the insides up,

giving a swift kick of giddy

A rocket to the flaccid brain.

Awe is trigger addictive

to someone like me,

turning darkness to light,

I drink morning to night.

A Musing

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The grind of incessant chores made less daunting with the pain in my reins, tamed by my intellect eating a moment.

A musing, I go to hopelessly inappropriate thoughts…

I want to

eat you

like cotton candy,

feel your sweetness

melt upon my tongue

so I can

swallow you

into my soul,

keeping you to hold,

sharing words

that fill me whole!

Hook

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What’s my hook? I ponder as I cook, Do I have a hook today? And this is what the right side of my brain had to say:

I have a hook

in your mouth

I could put

to sink my line…

have you swallow

being caught

ALL FOR ME

and I’d EAT you

SUCKED IN WHOLE

I lick my lips in remembrance of the man I used to know, the one I never caught, the one who owns my heart.