From the moment
You met him
Til the moment
He left me behind
You wondered
That one is wonky
Wayward, away from the norm
Isolated, uncontrolled
Willful without a cause
A free radical
While you allowed
Joy to swell up and out
I sunk, deeper in the void
Knowing nothing, being no one
Alone without a path
Funny how resurrection
To the system
Set you aflame
With false confidence
And me, still lost
Not this one
Not this time
There is no return
I have seen it
With LIGHT
In here, there is nothing to learn
...where matter collects and recycles
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-13-2024
When walking barefoot trough the grass you will feel a tantilizing tingle.
Connecting your soul to the earth is advised permitting your toes and grass to mingle.
The earth transfers energy through the body and cleanes free radical through the soul.
Enhancing your health by walking barefoot connecting to mother earth for fifteen or more minutes a day should be a daily goal.
Backward word exceptions for me
from mothers cold lipless tongue drips lies,
White and stagnation
void of a life.-
Is nothing sacred mother?
My mother?
Is nothing pure?
Even babies defecate and are never clean anymore.
I fail--as she fell.
But two eyes are better than three
and doesn’t allow such and such’s brain to bleed.
She had her head on the floor but she had her eye on me.
Lips soft as a kiss and open for guests but no feelings
there was no life there
nothing intermission to flatten the flowers and lost.
Further expeditions into my fragile fragmented psyche
leads one to a temporary understanding of life
through the perspective of one afraid of conformity
yet change
yet being identified as a same
the same-ness is a blow to the ego center
bordering on ego death
but only by a completely Egotistico way
you and you and you and me I you and we
our seasons the moment we are zero: a free radical
Regarding religious compliance,
I’m on a lifelong sabbatical,
Because I’m a person of science
And a need-to-be free radical.
Portraits
portraits of free radical pursuers
June and ruin
to all inducers frame from the past
lie here in the grass
bend the time back with a piece of paper
then think of ways to change the advent
crippled riddled with dimples
small holes in our own atmosphere
steer northward and you will notice
large and decibular clauses and loud noises
people get upset and leave the quarry
that’s for another story
Written by tonuhalan31/04/06/sun
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