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Two wild birds
Free thinking with understanding
Human nature, we fight for the kind
Whistling into the night
Full moon hike
Flying and flocking
We realize money is the enemy
We realize ego kills the soul
We appreciate all that is
is to love
to live in appreciation
The noise of adrenaline
The tension
Is so fierce
So it penetrates into the ground
Realizing there is something more
Important
One soul recognizes the other
Eyes dark pupil black
Twice and then none
Breathe deeply
Bim bim bim
You’re all rotting away
We understand the image
The sound
The most important
Humanity and all that is
Is not
Explain their stories
Silence the crowd
Awake
No need to explain things
Dwelling in our silence
We recognize that is life
I’ll see you soon
I’ll see you around

2017, 2+0+1+7= 1. 2017 is going to be of one thing. Endless gratitude to love and that which is truth. We were all born for a beautiful incredible reason. Not a mistake, for anyone. The chances of a human being born in our infinite universe is so slim to none. Born, here we are. I am, you are. The same being. Now we must have a plan. Our plans are so much deeper than taught by our institutionalized culture. We must continue to live each day fully. Fulfillment. Bringing a true quality of life into our hearts. It’s not through playing the slot machine, refreshing, swiping, liking and loving through this gambling device called our phones.

Thinking, feeling, sharing we must continue to seek those who strive for community, to be awake. We are alive, blessings. Stimulate our minds, we find limitless possibilities and opportunities. We must trust. We must take action and trust our decisions, even if they are the wrong ones. There is so much to be done, how exciting. We must quiet our minds, clarity. Understanding our individual awareness to become one. Paying attention, acknowledging the illusions of our reality. Setting fire to our souls.

Loving, open, and free.

Godspeed.

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Laughlin, you’ve been?

Not my shirt.

Hey, how you doing?

Eyes meet.

You want to sleep.

Interesting way of spelling. You’re

rare.

Eyes meet.

Hello.

How do you say your name?

zo-we.

I’ve never seen it spelled like

that.

You look familiar.

What’s your name?

Zoie.

You look like a Zoie.

You are such a Zoie.

You are totally Zoie.

Good thing, I presume.

I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t.

Your name?

Zoie.

I’ve never seen it spelled that

way.

Zoey! I hear from a far…

Zoey, is that your name?

Yes.

My name is Zoie.

How do you spell it?

z-o-i-e.

Bye Zoey.

Bye Zoie.

You will be charged $8.00

Miss Wilson.

It skips a generation, it is our generation.

To live, to seek, to plan.

Dreaming is another form of planning, says Steinem.

Choices, a form of action.

Weeding, until the universe takes you to the sand.

Watering the grass beneath you.

Wilson, Avalos: I am a fan.

You nurture, you push, you fight, you’re humble.

Looking down at what you’ve created.

Family lineage strengthens, Pops you were a great man.

Never settle for anything less, you only deserve the best.

Why he never told him? Musta been some humble man.

I took your camera.

Developed some things.

Old, couldn’t see it.

Orange green and yellow.

Cribbage… she looked as if she was about to cry.

For all who knew him, I didn’t know much.

He was so quiet and had a soft touch.

Cigarettes and cribbage.

I’ll teach you how.

Add some milk and butter.

He taught me this back then.

He’d want you to have it now.

So I took and packed it.

Onward we both go.

Taking more photos, what do you know?

 

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.