Lull

My beating soul wind and breath still beat their wings waves are rocking on Papa’s lake my father’s images ghost-walk throughout nuclear war shades promise and a constant threat Kind light soft shadows bamboo knocking across the veranda sounds of Viet Nam and my Du I miss you Into fits of anguished heart stutters waiting […]

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It Is I, Lord

I am chosen by my Higher Power to be a human who does not process alcohol well, sometimes called an alcoholic; or, I am a human who has an Alcohol Use Disorder; or, I am a human who tests positive for the genetic mutation called MTHFR ~ never mind that my bloodline is First Nation mixed with […]

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Marvelous Darkness

Let go let go let go. Allow Forgive. let go, learn. Can we not see the true patchwork of life? May we be poised lovers without melodrama? May we comfort the devil since she/he may simply be fearful of being alone? No one can be free or fulfilled unless we can all be. We will navigate […]

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Along the Way

Stillness silence creativity my heart work how can this be? To step up to find joy in the small insignificant and relinquish dread. Move my personal liberation to new heights for humans, all. You and I may never belong Congratulations We are free.   Art & Poetry by FawnRisingLace2018© October 21, 2018 Le Lac du […]

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I Am Thy Sister

I am thy Sister And thou art mine; Together we will journey this world and find Monumental wonders, compassion, empathy, and rhyme; And create with each other this incredible time. I AM THY SISTER and thou art mine. Photography & Poetry by FawnRisingLace© for my Sisters 2018 October (Dianne Murphey, Beta Sigma Phi #1085623/EX 6645)

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Maybe. Maybe Not.

Does there ever ever ever Come a time When it all makes sense? The relationships Marriages Divorces Beatings Cascading tears Smells of blood Squeals of joy Violence blocking sensuality Without a single cry. A dead baby in her arms as she breathes her life into his little lungs Years before a live baby is pulled from […]

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Thrasher Thug Thinks

My friends scream when I sing They fall down, off their branches And begin to imitate me “Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours to see Que sera, sera… what will be, will be…” When I was a little Thug my mother told me “Thrasher Thug! you better wash your feathers […]

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A Little Out of Sort

                So . . . again, am I falling apart? Am I relinquishing all my arrogant allure and intellect and maybe I don’t even know it? Am I once again pushing to belong to fit somewhere have a purpose feel adored? Am I still wishing for a place […]

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Remember

Remember the lovely woman upbeat yet confined to her wheelchair singing opera to me and my service dog Ti Amo after screaming at us to simply go away? Remember the older Italian man posted at the entranceway who sold handmade biscotti to raise funds for cancer research for others as he lives life in a […]

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Do You Know

It flashes and sparkles and seeps into pores It sequesters a hidden largo of unusual unsingable melodies It rants and curves and stomps through the forests of untruths and paling stories and frightful legends It can blister and seethe crassness and nobility It can sway the moon yet lull infantile earth storms My heart oh, […]

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A Wondering

My wondering: If there are reasons for unmitigated sadness or seemingly hinged post-traumatic stress syndrome or a panic disorder called unipolar depression or a genetic mutation causing alcohol blackouts or abdominal surgeries which disallow the use of alcohol along with a severe craving for it risking further blackouts and seizures or is it a malfunctioning thyroid […]

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Scribbles of Grace

Onward to freely unmerited progress simply elegant refined movements ~ A balm for weary hearts trudging to a successful conclusion trying perhaps too hard yet never giving up Never.   Art & Poetry by FawnRisingLace2018© Le Lac du mon Père Crystal Lake Florida USA Earth

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Forward. Go.

Be forewarned of sweeping generalizations a happy you look at ingredients that manifest this situation of abandonment think of the opposite what is one thing I can feel? Guilt Massive What can I learn from this Do I factor in aging? melancholic depression hypersomnia heaviness social anxiety It is not about forgetting It is about […]

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