poetry, power, psychic poetry

Soul-Tribe

Bring me to my tribe,
where first looks turn into starry eyes,
of the cosmic similarities
We share inside.

I have let the heat of my difference go untouched;
in fear that the warmth of who I am is too much.

It feels like protecting yourself
when your arms are lopped off.
Like the sculpture of Venus de Milo,
you continue to stand bravely,
Taking every verbal cut and scoff.

I don’t want this wear
to mold me into someone
I am not.
Bring me to my tribe,
enough I have fought.

 

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poetry, power, psychic poetry

The Concord

The concord of thoughts swell my head into a fusion of sensory suffocation.

Pop; goes those aware.

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Birthday Cardย 

Birthday Card ๐ŸŽ‰

I’ve been MIA the last three weeks due to some much needed TLC time.
It’s been a month filled with both joy and sorrow.
Celebrating this lady’s birthday today with some yummy food. ๐Ÿคค

poetry, power, psychic poetry

Power #007

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