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Christy Burns Poem
Waking from the starry illusion of my own shadowed reality
Bending towards the wings
Rearing to take flight
Though the delight will be sweetened with the bitter taste of the wait
Wait I shall
Best foot forward so they claim
Until you’ve come to realize through this thick haze
That it “twas only a mere miss take of footing”
Out the gate
Return to me thine keys
Gracefully place them upon my stake
Look back no more
For there weren’t no mistakes to have been made
Only serrated sightseeing taking up valuable space
Filling the void if it’s mound
Inward wasn’t so bound outward
There could be no cries found
Only casted cradles gauged in sound
Again waiting to be found
After all I must assume some parish to my find
For in simplest terms
My own reality is rather blankly missing its own reality in kind
Unjustified by the creator
I’ve yet to combine with the agitated truth that awaits my mindful mind
Blustering to the rind
Sand Storm
CJGB
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As a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina
With beautiful dresses flowing freely when I spun around
Holding the looking glass close in hand
Marveling at the beauty that was to come
As an adolescent I found a helpless kitten outside
Curled up in a ball of our puppy’s fur
Instantly my dreams began to grow into a need to save all I could
Sheltering them until they were strong
As a young lady I explored my youth in every aspect
Enjoying what delight it brought savoring the bite
Gracefully walking towards my own enlightenment
Growing into the woman I have become
As a woman I’ve enveloped the best of the lessons I’ve been taught
Absorbing the significance of each and every one sought
Capturing the essence in giving unconditionally with no expectation of receiving
Cherishing the soured sweet as I learned in retreat
There is always another way
Another door
Another day
Today I need to complete the tasks at hand and those that lay ahead
Repenting brings forgiveness
As I stand before the threshold
While asking to spare a little time
Once more I ask
Do we fully grasp the know of when our hours begin to count
Is it then and only then
Clairvoyance shows us an understanding of just how tremendously
Precious each second precisely is
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Christy Burns Poem
Peering out around and about
Bewildered puzzled face upon me
Noticing something was just out of place
Though it has probably been here all along
This hesitant pace I’m rambling on
Wondering to myself aloud
As if an answer would soon too appear
Right through the paper thin air
Marveling at this spectacle of a thought
In which I now embrace
Recapped those of my last stops back behind a ways
Only to discover there is no rendition in recovering ones foot trace
Silly Silly Grace
For it is of such distaste as lead in the race
That so patiently abates its next comeuppance
Although it certainly wasn’t expected
An answer did appear
No not through thin air
Twas more an epiphany of sorts that stated in recourse
Thou shall not speak to oneself so clearly
Tis truly kinda creepy
None the less the answer I do confess is life…
Simply love purely living
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Christy Burns Poem
Deep breath in slowly let it out
Don’t forget the ten count
Nausea begins to rise
From some depth unrecognized
Churning into anger
Blatantly right before my eyes
This deceit has no problem being spied
No longer can I hide
Seeping out of control
Is the mind I use to own
Tepidly tells the lie
Truly have I been so blind
Realization is so forlorn
As the reborn tail tells the map
To leave behind such an after math
Of the less fortunate triggered decisions
Oh so trapped
Snapped, Cracked
Lacking the ability to freeze frame
What is not mine in shame
Just mine to blame
Competing for
Raised Shore
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As I awoke this morning the strangest feeling came upon me
The air was thick yet clean
The water surrounding me though murky
Holds clarity of the visions I'm to see
Suddenly unwittingly aware
Yet I don’t want to be
It’s all so bitter sweet
Tangy although a treat
To be a piece of the puzzle so neatly incomplete
Yet the pieces fit so perfectly
Clearly my mind’s eye has been plagued
Yet not blind to the scrutiny in which it’s survived
Charmingly divine is the denial we’ve so cautiously danced around
Yet no elephant roams in home
Lingering is the question I’ve so cautiously avoided
Yet its answer I’ve owned all along
Wants and needs do differ in deed
Yet there personal importance is frowned upon
When standing tall and walking strong…
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I can’t breathe anymore
this lesson I swear I already know
I’ve had to relearn it several times before
Hmm let’s ponder that thought
Why must I keep repeating the same quest
again and again
What is it I’m just not seeing
Perhaps I’ve no epiphany
Reading between the lines just a bit too much
Giving me directions I cannot trust
Accepting without exceptions
Although I must
Always questioning
I’m starting to see where I may have left
some extremely valuable aspects in respect to perpetrating the temptation
Tempting though not sweet
is the everlasting torch that’s never going to be complete
Only competitively repetitive speaking
Wills this conquest’s endeavor to be a true conquer
Walk free in amnesty
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