Nocturnal Wind…

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Nocturnal wind…

Autumn’s essence envelopes me…

Infusing my senses…

A breeze so soft, gentle, caressing…
reminding me to feel pleasure, instead of the ache within…
of the light I should embrace, elusive light.
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I look up…
Stars shine bright between the clouds moving in
their slow dance across night’s stage…
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Velvet nights…
Black iridescence…
Irresistible intricacies…
Celestial secrets…
Whispering through Autumn’s soft touch…
Coruscating cimmerian thoughts, their ocean…
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I convince myself that though the darkness is seemingly stealing this light…
to look at the moonglade…
to focus only on it…
To send the black back to the periphery…
To stay suspended in this luminescent moment…
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Epiphany…

 

 

I see how different words are bestowed with a sublime radiance of varying hues of color…
Emotional gradation…

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I observe my palette of words very carefully…
One mustn’t rush…

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Slowly I begin to paint…first one then another…
I step back and look at the revealing of this new painting…
This creation of words blending into something wondrous…
Something hitherto unknown…

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Time passes…

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I look again…
I close my eyes…

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I feel the tumultuous gathering…
The machinations of my senses coalescing into words…

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Their birth a beautiful rendition of everything combining at once…
As if time has no meaning here…
Past, present, future collide into my Phantasmagoric Dreamscape…
Joining…rejoining…connecting…
Locking together as though they already know how they are to combine…
As if they each have their own purpose, thought, desire…
To be seen, read, understood…

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Epiphany…
Am I their painter…
Or are they mine?

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I thought it would be fun to revisit a previously posted poem…only with me reading it this time.

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Resonating Echo…

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Thoughts pause, reflect and grow,
suspended in the afterward…
Enveloped and suffused by the power,
the sum of thought and emotion words evoke…
There can be no full stop, for if there were the resonating echo could not,
would not, be felt as intended…as hoped…
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It would not ripple across the ebbs and flows of inspiration…
the manifestation of their inception…
No, they must be allowed to continue on…
To ride the waves of Soul’s ocean…
Its Tides of Thought…
Reflecting the enigmatic visceral emotions
in the heart in each of us…
In all of us…
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Let it roam…
Bird in flight…
Skimming rainbows…
Kaleidoscope of starlight…
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Clouds of wonder…
Beginning with me… finishing with you…
Circle of completion…
In perpetuum…
This…
Is what fills my ellipses…
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I Did It!!

My dear friends!

I know time has passed while I have been continuing to fight those fierce inner battles…but… I’ve been making progress too. So, now that it’s complete, not only am I back, but I can finally share my incredible news with you!

I’ve been hard at work these past months getting my first book, an anthology of my poetry, ready for you!

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As you can see off to the right a pretty little photo of my book (that will take you to Amazon). For 5 days, September 3rd-7th, the ebook version will be free, after that you can purchase it on Kindle or paperback (available now) via Amazon. Also, on Kindle Unlimited you can read it for free as well.

As for the donate button…

I am asking for your help my friends…for your support. Every dollar you so graciously give goes to my roof fund. I am in desperate need of a new one and you could help. I’m trying to raise 1,800.00 as soon as possible. I’ll update weekly to share our progress making this happen!!

Whether you want to just read my book, make a donation, sprinkle me with Amazon stars, or share the word to anyone you think might like it…you have my eternal gratitude.

For all donations $50 dollars and over I’ll mail you a physical, signed copy of my book, with a personal message from me to you and sealed with supremely epic gratitude!

It was the incredible encouragement I received over the years that enabled me to do this and I just want to say that I am so thankful for each of you!! For your loving support and encouragement, thank you again, and again!

Stay tuned for progress updates on some of the other projects I’m working on. I’ll share some updates and funny stories about my journey through self-publishing, as well as a couple poems I’m getting ready for you!

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Alchemical Prose…

Reconstructing Christina
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Wield your words just so…
Ignite my Intrigue…
Captivate my curiosity…
Luring my imagination to undiscovered realms…
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Enchant me…
Entice my devotion…
Your alchemical prose alluding, evocative…
Pleasure or pain…
We journey to both, through both… together…
Fascinate my imagination with your literary fusion…
And I will spend my minutes with you…
For your magical words, your spell.
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Do the impossible task of creating fire…in my mind, incendiary.
Introduce me to your magical working…
Evoke sensate thought, synesthesia…
Slip inside my dreams…
Conjure a mysterious world separate and apart from the mundane…
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Adventure through kaleidoscopic emotions…
Powerful, strange, surreal…
Fates foretold, secrets disclosed…
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Inside out, upside down, the other way round…
Dance me through your words…
Spinning… spinning… spinning….
Leave me breathless…
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And then…
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Evanesce…as all the best dreams do…
only able to exist within the confines of my mind,
Filtering through my thoughts, feelings, dreams, perspectives…
Affecting them…
Transmutation…
As your locution becomes…
My alchemical prose…
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Perspectives’ Prism…

Perspectives' PrismA vast plethora of varying variables…
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     Mine…
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Arbitrary perceptual perspective…
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     When your perceptions become the subconscious mechanism of your every reaction…
     In which you presuppose what a situation or thing, a reaction, will be before you are in the moment of happening.
     You are then bringing the future to the present, not the true future, only your perspective of what it will be… before it can be anything. This moment when observed in its raw, open, transparent state, using all of your senses…  is malleable.
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     Two distinct perspectives. Which holds truth? Or is it merely a compromise between us both? Who argues the loudest, reacts violently…in words, action, or deed? Is that the one who holds the truth?
     In the simple action of allowing one beat of a breath before accepting or rejecting this moment as it is, without your assignation of your past biases…filtering what it could be, with what you assume it to be….masking the true moment.
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Life then, becomes Perspectives’ prism…
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Moments of Me…

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In all of the moments before I cannot be…
It is now.
This moment.
This breath…
That holds Life’s essence, vitality.
The moments before…
sprinkled through time…
are only echoes
of what was once a part of me.
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  Each echo of a moment holds its own unique resonance,
reverberating for always within me.
Some, bring effervescent happiness and joy…
Some, elicit the fervent wish for the power to negate their existence…
Some, carry eclipsing darkness…searing…
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   At times, they are so impossibly loud it seems I cannot bear it…
but then…
I recognize they are only here affecting me,  unrelentingly, …
because I have not let them go.
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 These are my moments’ echoes…
Moments of me…
With the deep breath of my intent…
I set them free.
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Introspective Expedition…

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Introspective expedition…
Seeking that which I lost…
Seeking me.
I have wandered, aimlessly at times.
Sometimes, I have just been still…
So very still…
Seemingly in stasis.
Day after night after day…
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Evocative epiphany ensconced throughout the exponential everythingness of each day…
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Suggestively present…
Beckoning me onward, inward.
Days in and days out…
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Outwardly, calm…
Inwardly, tumultuous…
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And then,
   One day…
I overcame the gravitational pull inwards…
I came home to my outward expression…
To my words…
To me…
To you.
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Hello old friends, I have missed you… immeasurably much. I am so sorry for my absence.  To have been gone so very long. I have thought of you so often… each time sending my love and best wishes to each of you.
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Thank you so so much …for the gift of coming back to your messages of support, for thinking of me. It means more than I can say…
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I’m here now, full of more questions than answers…more ignorance than knowledge. I am ready to begin… again.
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Always begin again…
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Fulcrum of Fate…

Circle of Time
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     Fulcrum of Fate…
    Fold the hours…
     Countless breaths…
     Countless hours…
Machinations of Time’s tumultuous
turning marking Soul’s internal clock.
     It chimes in silence…
      Waiting to be heard…
   Wanting…
    Needing…
      Anathema’s antithesis.
    Etchings of truth in totality indelible upon my heart.
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        The Wheel of Fortune spins once more,
Fate weaves another warp, another weft….
    Infernal interim…
Waiting for life to unfold anew…
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Anachronistic Synchronization…

anachronistic syncronization
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“When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.”
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A Rift in time…
In her mind…
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The lure and the lie of emotional withdrawal when too many collisions of Memory’s timeline tangle up in a tumultuous ceaseless storm…
   Scything…
        Shattering…

          Lost in a requiem of chaos…

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A dream within a dream…dissimilar yet simultaneously similar as if pages from her life’s book…torn apart, reassembled haphazardly.
While, improbable…nevertheless, making a new whole from the sum of its disjointed parts.

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Past and present fragments collide…

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Cataclysm…

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        Anachronistic synchronization.
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I’ve been away and I’ve missed you, each….one…of…you. This is my way of attempting to condense the past few months.

The inherent tendency to withdraw is fierce in me. I’m working on it.

I’m fighting it.

I’m grateful…so very grateful, for *you*.

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