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Pew pew pew

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Pew pew pew

Fed you rotten fruit-
Out of love and frustration.
Now there’s just space.

Broken mirror

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Broken mirror

All the things shed-

to make way for new beginnings:

replaced by ectothermic forces

reflection no longer representative

of the self recognized by Id-

ego

ego

ego

STOP.
Increasingly lighter,

more wrinkled;

mortal coil bound.

long life lived

experiences groomed

patterns repeated

for the chance to repair-

the choice to revisit-

the future of a soul

in need of trauma repair-

control dramas

daddy issues

abandonment

fear

and love

Shame overwhelms

influencing choices

like mercury retrograde
making all communication
futile; yet needed.

spiral spiral spiral

STOP.

who do we see when we look?
cracked and distorted

visions intuited

through a looking glass, darkly.

 

 

 

TuHaiku

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TuHaiku

How did it happen-
the only one alone here;
Me. Again. Of course.

Walking the damn line-
Praying for spiritual strength
And fast Benedryl.

Hallelujah

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Hallelujah

It’s strange:

How I find myself here

Cutting my mother’s hair.

When I swore we’d never speak

Never give myself the chance

to destroy her…

Like I know I could.

Curiously ironic…

Such a moment of grace

And a realization-

“I forgive her”

And for once,

It’s not about her.

Portrait of Blue

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I can’t stand the silence;

More so now, than ever before.

My emotional reactions-

Full of hope, I choose to ignore.

 

I long for grounding;

A way to separate our energies.

My sympathetic feels-

Overwhelm me with anxieties.


I recognize similarities;

Our resonant trauma echoes.

My appreciation of you-

Empathy tips the dominoes.

He super loves her.

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He super loves her.

Such an aberrant sentiment-

Unflinchingly given and reluctantly- accepted.

Growth is rarely a comfortable present;

at least not in the moment.

More of a gift to be appreciated when one grows older.

Cleverly disguised truth-

A Postmodern Jukebox manifestation of arrested development,

to be waded through both side by side

and often you taking point.

A partner and a challenge-

a teacher and a blessing.

An organized wish come through,

willed by his hands~

 

JAM, not jelly.

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JAM, not jelly.

Temporarily tattooed words,

over my heart-

across my breasts.

 

Mirror opposites for your view,

and mine…

Though the ink disappears,

all feelings remain.

Neither game, nor war.

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Neither game, nor war.

Redundant shields failing-

and to the victor go the spoils.

Spoils of anger;

spoils of fear; and

spoils of doubt.

 

There’s no way to plan tactically-

when there is no consistency;

it is like trying to flank cats…

 

Knowing what we need

AND

also…. communicating it?

Ah…. that’s the secret.

 

Feelings can be stifled-

suppressed;

projected-

predicted.

Reactions?

No dice.

 

Fickle Mistress

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Fickle Mistress

How much can one heart hold:

Sadness-

Love-

Anger-

Happiness?

Swelling and contracting

Heaving like a deep breathing chest

Rising and falling;

like rapid cycling moods.

Hearts can heal

All too often it seems

Just in time to break-

again.

Love-

Love is a tricky bitch.

And hope?

Hope is a fickle mistress.