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Protected: Essay: Heartset; Maybe Humans Crave Certain Feelings, not Drugs Themselves
Prose; How the Light Changes
Written 9/5/17
Once the sun comes up, the sun in my eyes charges my brain like a battery.
The position of the shadows on the wall meanders aimlessly to new places like a squirrel trying to find a home for his peanut.
The refraction off of the green leaves will meet its demise when the colors change and drop like so many ancestors on our family tree. Into the ground, they go.
We’re all soiled phantoms, you know.
One day full of light and life, and soon, the Earth reclaims us.
Do you know there hasn’t been one, single human body to escape this transformation?
What happens to our light and life, like that green leaf?
The light changes.
Prose; Oblivion
Digital Artist Sandra Bauser
Time fades into oblivion
One memory, one vision of you and I feel whole again.
I remember your voice, your smell, the feel of you next to me.
In time, it was so long ago, yet to my mind, it was yesterday.
My love for you is as natural as my heartbeat.
Essay; St. Valentine BeHeaded
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Protected: Essay: Does Resistance Work?
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Prose; Gray Day
©️Lisa K. Townsend-1/30/2017
The sky is much grayer lack of light and still prayer.
Tree bark darker wet mud dragged upstairs.
No grayer will be in that Michigan sky, mournful woes sad goodbyes.
Sad goodbyes to the bright sun that shocks eyes in May,
It appears a huge orb high in the sky.
We say “What’s that big orange disc by day?”
Who hides behind clouds that we hate.
Oh please dear sun, we beg for your warmth,
We can’t take one more grate of this fate.
My son says, “I don’t know what is better, gray sky or the snow?”His smug face looks at me with a smirk.
He’s eighteen, and he’s jibbing his mother so low.
But he’s serious. He prefers this to hurt.
The hurt of the sun burning down on his face shone wonderful light in his eyes
He was born in a snowbank at the end of this month
Eighteen short years as I rank.
I’ll forgive him this time as there won’t be much more
Of his smart-alec ways to imbibe
He’s going away, out my front door
And that’s when my heart may just die.
Jan. 30, 2017
Protected: Prose; The Garden Lies Fallow
Protected: Essay: Body Truth; “Hand Over Your Body!”
Protected: Essay: Prose-Body Truth
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Time Innovation: Health-Internal Qi FOR REAL
Prose: Sovereignty
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