How Do You Know Yours Does You?
This Morning loves me
I can tell
When fist He brings me coffee
Then goes tempting my eagerness with
forbidden gumdrop fruit
Designed and built all just for me
He then He let’s me be
I Bet You Don’t Know It’s You
It’s made for me
The world is
The way i am made for me
i am the World Herself
i adore You World
You adored me first
– i just noticed
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Then Live Between the Lines
When my eye holds only angles
They suck thought out between the lines
Being lost here somewhere is my moment
Where paint-flow washes out my mind
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Your own personal fairy dust
This moment touches you
Oh, we’re here, here, here
Joy and you hold hands just then
You breathe,
the atom splits again
Again, again, again
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Bottle Your Elixir of Life
To live high on this delicious brew
All the fermenting is you
If you can’t be still and feel
Gratitud
You’re screwed
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What Does “World” Mean Anyway?
For God so loved the game that he played it.
John 3:16
That’s all I have to say about that. I only wish Clown Head were still here in the game and not logged out.
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Nothing penultimate about this one…
So long, and thanks for all the fish. By the time you read this I shall sadly no longer be with you. Thank you for all the “likes” and comments, and …
Nothing penultimate about this one…
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The best follow up with cookies or a thank you note.
I suck at all that follow uppy stuff. I’ve felt so jealous just on principle.
Today, I figured this out.
I don’t bake, wrap and deliver cookies.
I follow up with stories.
I bake wrap and deliver meaning.
So, that’s what I’m up to.
No cookies for you.
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Search and Rescue You
You find you
There and in here you find yourself
It’s them stories
They find you
They find you where you find them
Instant recognition maybe
There’s you
So, that’s who you are
I didn’t know it was you
Looking like me
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Normal?
Normal
What’s normal?
Who’s normal?
When normal?
How, why, normal?
Who says what’s?
Mine’s as mine as my foot size.
Defined, solidified by National Geographic
Boxes and shelves of people who almost must exist, sort of, because there are pictures
They sorta exist
You know, to be in here, to strike me
Look at that!
So I can dig in the boxes for the most shocking naked, huge, wrinkly, big bright feathery, tiny, adorable or sinking bony.
Curious dark friendly eyes slanting behind skins and furs
Naked painted long breasted moms
All that stuff on their heads taller is than they are
funny expressions
why would anyone move like that?
And in public.
Measuring the world with my foot.
