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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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…
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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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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.  Christina

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Reconstruction Redux… ~

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You know how you want to do something…need to do something but then life inundates you with its demands, it’s distractions.

You think…I’ll post soon….

‘The words will come, I’ll write something great! Well… I’ll give it my best.’

Then you don’t.

Days turn into weeks, weeks to months, months pass one after the other…soon it’s been four months.

Now you think…

‘What will I say?’ or ‘How do I share the malaise, the doubt, the perfectionist tendency to not post anything until black and white writingI have something truly remarkable to share. Something potentially erudite. Something close to achieving the unending goal of turning emotions, feelings, into words.’

How do I share those many months and their transformational effect on me, my thoughts, feelings, emotions, and my writing? How that amalgamation will in turn change what I share with you all. How I plan to write more than poetry. How I felt almost trapped into thinking that I needed to somehow only express myself via poems.

How do I share that now I know me better? Now, I’ve entered a new and hopefully even more exciting phase in my reconstruction. How change can be so frightening…how my fear of what you would think of said changes affected my doing so sooner.

How do I share my remorse and guilt for being away so long without a word to each of you to say ‘hey, I’m alright…just coping with life, sometimes drowning, but feeling stronger each time I realize…I can let go and float until my strength returns…until I can swim again.

2015-02-05 19.43.52How do I share that these many months away I’ve read the most incredible books. Books that have helped me grow as a person, a woman, a writer. Books that have shown me it’s okay to be me. That I don’t have to hide behind this self-created façade. That I can just be…real. Transparent.

This is where my reconstruction began. This is where my reconstruction continues to change as I do. Where I grow ever more in love with words, with books, with reading, with sharing, with each of you in that loving family non-creepy way.

I’m here now… ~  Let this journey begin anew…I’ll start with wishes for a deliriously magical year for each of you along with my hopes to see you soon at your place, I’ve so very much to catch up on!

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Diaphanous Dreamscape….

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I look back trying to find illumination…
Seeking my inspiration…
Pivotal points of perception…
I search for my words…
They’ve left me in the desert of my reality…

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Transport me to my dreamscape…
Let me reside there…
Where words float around me like butterflies of serenity…
Whispering promises of peace…
A balm to soothe my soul…
My self expression…needing release…aching for it…

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I search the depths of my heart…
I see the tears…
The sadness…
The scars I choose to wear inside…
Remembrance of days gone…memories packed away…

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I see with hindsight a succession of happenings…
I see the struggle…
The very battle for my sanity ~ end with the discovery of my voice…
My words…
Each little nuance distinctively mine…

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I see pieces of me creating my sanctuary…
My oasis built from the words woven in my mind…
All ways there waiting for me….
A bouquet of thought…

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 This is my diaphanous dreamscape…
A reflection of me…
My creation…
Born from the ashes of my former life…
Now the foundation on which I rebuild….
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Subliminal Madness…

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It begins with a thought…

A revelation…

Usually bound in truth…

Then it propagates endless pieces of an unsolvable puzzle…

It worms its way through you…

Permeating Peace…

Replacing it with doubt…fear…

Insidious imaginings…

Every thought becomes tainted with it…

It increases exponentially…

Invasive…

Intruding every facet of your life…

Your dreams once made you strong…

Now they’ve become the manifestation of your subliminal madness…

Become waking confusion…

Conflict…

Psychological war…

Devastation…

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A small ray of light shines through…

Amber sunrise…

You feel its warmth reach for you…

You watch it ascend wondering if its golden rays can reach you…

So far buried in your darkness…

It whispers…

Beckoning…

Inexorably…

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    ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina ~  ೋღ 〜΅