Translate thought, formed of feeling, spared anchor
If you knew me, at all, you’d be fluent at reading these
Spells hidden within my static mouth and xylophone chest
Words not yet
Emotions at best
Hectoring storm-clouds overhead
They say today it will flood
Maybe with the rain I’ll remove those blue notes and red letters
Yet sent
Sharing is so hard when people claim to know
What they never understand
I open myself to you under a bare bulb and flat sheet
Those colors of my life spill out of me into ether
If you look closely everything secret is stark in review
But most never notice, they only devour, and leave the door ajar
In case you follow them as they walk through empty rooms
We’re two people, we’re here and we’re not
You can spend eternity lying next to someone and know
Nothing
Like an old clock that hasn’t worked in a very long time
Springs to life with familiar tick
Is that my heart? Is that my history?
We are strangers, we are swapping seed
We can die in each other’s arms
And never
Know the secrets of another’s creed
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Beautiful ❤
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dearest baog thank you so much my friend
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You always honor me my friend
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Love this one, C. Beautifully done.
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There is the beautiful girl – how are you? I miss you. I hope you are doing okay. I have been less online for the same reason as you 🙂 I hope you and your family are doing well. Sending you a big Autumn hug and thank you.
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Happy Thanksgiving, C! ❤️
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Some of us are more dichotomous than others.
I found such sadness at the end of this one. I can’t imagine dying in the arms of one who did not know me. I know (as we have discussed) it is the sad truth for some. Love is when you can reveal all parts of yourself. And know acceptance is always.
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I agree, I so agree. It is sad to think but also hopeful to know this is not always so and we have a hand in the outcome.
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I know all to well about taking your future into your own hands, right? I hope this Thanksgiving week finds you in the company of family and friends. I’m cooking away…
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I bet you are a great cook and I bet you have a delicious table! I am thinking of you my friend and please know I’m here always.
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So perfect for me right now. Gibran has had the most profound influence on my spiritual, poetic and philosophical life and the words to this resonate a bit more than I’d like to admit
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Hello beautiful friend, I have not seen you in a long time here, and so appreciate your return. thank you so much for re-blogging you honor me. xo
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Thank you. It is my pleasure
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Gorgeous , profound yet naked truth …..
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thank you so very much both for reading and commenting you are so appreciated
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This is so true and you expressed it beautifully.
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lovely girl sending you a big hug and thank yous for being such a wonder to me xo
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XOXOXO
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Do we ever really know anybody, I wonder? We know things about them, but how did they get to be who they are that we weren’t privy to and what secrets do they hold inside for we all hide inner boxes filled with never to be shared held secrets!!! 🙂 ❤
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I have wondered if we ever can truly know a person it’s quite a scary concept really when you think about it!
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Yes it is but I do think we can know enough to determine if there is good or evil intent in them and that’s all that really matters❣️😘
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As long as you are writing, you have air. You came alive in the lines:
“We’re two people, we’re here and we’re not
You can spend eternity lying next to someone and know
Nothing
Like an old clock that hasn’t worked in a very long time
Springs to life with familiar tick
Is that my heart? Is that my history?
We are strangers, we are swapping seed
We can die in each other’s arms
And never
Know the secrets of another’s creed”
This is a great display of poetic intelligence.
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I’ve always found it fascinating to imagine how much we think we know another person when in reality, few of us know anyone well at all
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That’s life. People are constantly growing, evolving, changing. I think it’d be incredibly hard to know someone inside and out even after eons of knowing them.
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Yes I agree totally. At the same perverse time I wish that it were possible! But we don’t always even know ourselves as well as we think we do! Or at least I have been surprised by myself on occasion! 😉
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Exactly!
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