I liked it better

But now, I feel uneasy
More flow this week
Dislodged all over my life
The pieces unstuck

Plaque from arteries
And it feels funny
And I wonder if my
Heart and lungs and liver and kidneys

And brain are up to the task
Of clearing it all out.
I’m surprised
About the mundane dishes and cleaning.

I, of the small moments,
Have beautiful times
With the sunlight around
My neighborhood.

On a nice walk he
Apologized for meaning
He loves me all the time.
And we love to be cut

At times, stop complaining.
Look, reason makes me feel weird.
Draw me in, show me
Creations’ good quality paper and frames

And be seen and appreciated
Obviously magnetic and stuck
Blacked-out crying
Festivals of the sick and running away

And me? I waste my house,
So stupid. Defeated. I don’t even
Know how to move forward.
Reading my horoscope every day

Like it’s going to tell me
What to do. Where to act?
I’m sure. It has clues.
But I still have lots of work to do.

On Tradition

Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.


"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." - anonymous




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