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Last 2012 Friday

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Last 2012 Friday

Last 2012 Friday

Sitting here
Friday night
Feeling so hopeful
Jazz horns blaring in my ear
Feeling light headed positively
Bartenura positively without a care
naive kind of silliness 
Wanna jump up and start lindy hopping
Don’t know how to lindy hop

Ready to greet this New Year
Promising to fill each day
Constantly dwelling in Possibility
Conquering what may come head on
Thankful always for the opportunity to proceed 

Packaged gifts unwrapped with glee
Inside layered with the things most desired
Love, love, love and more love
As I enjoy the ride in this journey of life
I’ll disperse these gifts

unable and unwilling
to meet with negativity 
at any juncture

Its all good
Its all God
As we make these life decisions
Resulting in life consequences
Jujitsu-ing pessimism 

Jazz horns blaring
Swivel ribbons dancing erotically
Over head
Neck swaying 
Head grooving
As I type prose and poetry
Loving the way this life has been packaged
Not so pretty 
Unlaced in designer paper
Un-bowed un-name branded
Perfectly wrapped for me
Shinning with an accepting kind of love
enjoyed in pure form
I’m some kind of crazy lady
I smile
I’m fine with that

Jazz horns blowing
A rhythmic rippling through my head
Seeing past that outside shell
Straight inner core
inhaling 
bold faced grinning
at the truth in underlying beauty
That true beauty 
Un-Skin depth-ed
un-shallow-ed  
Exhaled

I’ve had enough of you 

Jazz horns blaring
Dancing trumpeters heel toe-ing
Through and out of existence

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