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Well, this is interesting

eyes lit, brown and milky

no one is listening but the two eyes that sift through

this is investigating

opening and revealing, healing through and through

Ah, similarities

isn’t is so true?

can’t help but begin laughing

see what it has done to you?

so nicely groomed

he made banana pudding pie

how many do I owe you?

98 or 97 next time?

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Oh, the nostalgia of sitting on the front porch… As new homeowners or tenants, people usually purchase chairs to put outside their front yard or balcony. The chairs, in reality, are not used as often as one might like. Rarely do we see people actually sitting and relaxing in their front lawns. The seating faces the neighborhood street and the view is almost always of other houses. As a society, we are often caught up in work and the busyness of our everyday lives.

With the growth of suburbs during the early/mid-nineteenth century we began isolating ourselves by creating more privacy and spending more time in our fenced-in backyards. We long for community, the idea of purchasing seating for the front yard is an example of just that. When one does have time to relax, it would seem that a majority of people want to sit inside the comfort of their own living rooms. Furthermore, we are witnessing a seclusion of ourselves even more so through technology within our families inside our very own homes.

Compassion is the overarching conclusion

It was said, like I wanted so long ago

To let go, to know thy self and screaming intuition

Oh, baby, the sounds you made

I picked up some pieces

Rubbed him raw

Ate out of the palm of my, his hand

Could of been different

We both played heavy cards

No games my love

Manipulation is crying for attention

Begging of grass, skin, lips, disconnection

Touching of your hand

Complex organs of the Empress

There is a way

Inhale, exhale your smoke

Let’s grab a beer, babe.

 

 

Everything is changed.
Do you see what happened?
Simmer down, the gaze is flipped.
Your familiar face, no longer wanted in my bed.
The feeling of feeling.
So sorry for your head.
Deep down it's buried.
I am awake.
He is woke.
Clarity has spoke.
Wonder to worry.
Well darling it is clear.
Here we go again.
Don't knock on my door.
Your familiar face is not welcomed here.
In dreams you'll see. 
I am not she.
I am a woman hot water music.
Let it be.