You ask me how to become great?
Allow me a moment to extrapolate.
Eliminate the things in your life that are fake.
What remains, your authentic self,
Will guide you to be yourself,
Which will reveal that you are great.
Kiss me as you’d kiss a baby,
softly to show your love.
Touch me gently,
as you would someone hurt and afraid.
Hug me and hold me tightly,
that I might feel secure and protected.
Smile at me and laugh with me,
so I can see your joy and inner peace.
These are the things that sooth my soul,
inviting me to join you in a loving relationship.
These are the traits that will open my heart,
allowing love to flow freely.
Agree with me that we each have the right to be authentic,
and we’ll be free to be the best we can be.
Now two shall be one as passion is unshackled,
we shall frolic in unfathomable love.
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Evelyn G. Angulo)
Emergence And Layers
Everyone has layers
Unknown layers… are mysteries of your soul
Peeling back layers brings you closer to your core and soul
Revealing your core shines light on your soul
Your core and soul emerges for others to see and feel
You are known…
Sherry Barton
An authentic host.
Seen as some biblical ghost.
Who’s unknown to most.
What they condemn publicly
They secretly admire
What they despise publicly
They secretly respect
They're so deceiving
Acting cunning and it's not funny.
They're so crispy
Very and always crafty
Attaining anything with deceit
Always trampling on another
They're very cunning
Pretending to be authentic
Even when their intentions ain't genuine.
They're so cunning
Forgetting the companion
They're always after substances
Causing chaos
Whenever they don't get it
Steadily brainwashing any
Just to use, ruin and rule over them.
In the depths of my soul, a river will flow
A river of tears, authentic and true
It's the only thing that can heal my woe
The only thing that can make me anew
The tears I cry are not just for show
They are the manifestation of my heart's pain
They are the proof of my love and my woe
The only thing that can make me whole again
The authentic tears I shed each day
Are the only thing that can drive the pain away
They are the one thing that can bring me peace
The only thing that allow me release
So let me weep, let me cry
Let me shed these tears, and let me die
For in their release, I'll find my reprieve
And in their flow, I'll find my release.
Darkness cascades,
When dawn fades.
Reigning is rare
Until dusk spades
Into depth of faiths,
Not a day but decades.
Insensitivity impairs
But care repairs
Authenticity is supreme
It's not just in my dream
Anymore on just lash's rim.
Rebirth is not a flair,
It cleaves through twilight
Like an ineffable beam
The passage of years
Will never erase beauty
Of a real woman.
A believer in the God of Israel,
Forever was she, a being put on trial!
Her land withstood all bloody denial.
Israelis of all ages being killed, made her riled!
Two men in keffiyehs, chased her down the street,
While praying to HaShem, to have her feet, be fleet.
The silvered, shiny mist, on her eyelids now rest.
Arriving home, a soft pounding within her breast.
10/18/2024
I cannot see untainted,
The world without the warping windows.
I fail to make, for I am merely
An illusion of inconsistencies
Stolen from society.
I wonder how open a mind can be before its brains
start to
spill.
The buttons on a blouse,
the proportions of her face,
the rules of a tennis court,
Lost in this familiar place.
The simple essay makes me think.
A pen out of ink.
We shrink.
What will happen when I experience
The real world?
Get a grip
And grow up.
A night with friends to enjoy a culinary sampling tour downtown
Time for a boatload of fun, and let our hair down
Our journey begins with our tour guide loading us into his van
A jolly fellow who is letting us know all the stops in our four-hour span
Samples from many countries we will get to taste
My guess is we will not let anything go to waste
First stop Italian for some authentic pizza and fine wine
Then it is British with its fish and chips and a pint of beer, mighty fine
Japanese is our next stop with its sushi and saki to wash it down
Finally France for some French onion soup and pastries, and some of the best wine to be found
Such a culinary delight, as well as a wonderful evening spent with friends
The world’s challenges
truly can be rectified;
Authentic virtues.
Everyone wants to be seen. Truly seen. And accepted for their authentic selves. Stay blessed and embrace your awesomeness!
You want to be seen
(Your authentic self)
By Michelle Morris
25/02/2024
You want to be seen
Be seen for your true soul
You want to be loved
To be part of the greatest whole
You are beauty and wonder
You are part of the Universe's stars
Everything is you and you are everything
Love and Light is part of your heart
Your authentic self is amazing
You're awesome and wonderful
No one could ever be like you
You are a blessing sent from above
Know that you are seen, always
Know that you are loved, forever
God made you to shine brightly
And to succeed in every endeavour
© Michelle Morris, 2024
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