Clean up this mess.
I feel defeated once more, and get the clothes off the floor.
This order has now translated to, "You're a mess."
I feel the need to impress,
But also to rest.
My mind changes and shifts words.
I feel as if I will always be unheard,
But how must I be heard if I can't speak?
Children should be seen and not heard.
I feel defeated once more; shut my mouth and close my door.
I no longer feel like I want to be heard.
The only thing that seems to please is to be seen.
My looks shift and validate me through praise of those around me.
Maybe this is the only me worth seeing.
There's no need for the rest of me.
Simple phrases pan into endless thoughts.
Ideas and phrases leaving those and me distraught.
This writing may come as a shock,
But those whose minds are similar to mine are tortured by thoughts.
it's a strange line we walk
what we deem comfort -
renewed perspective
makes me shudder
I willingly lay in the arms of Death
who am I when not cocooned ~
I fear I could be the emptiness
my own screams of warning
fall on deaf ears
I need this moment
this moment that will strengthen me
validate my existence
I know better than to cling -
my fingertips touch only my own
I'm grounded in my body, eyes open
both within and outside of this beautiful horror
though held in place by it
thankful -
as Death has much to do
how precious I must be to be in his hold
I listen
to
his
heart
beating
it's there ~
da dum da dum da dum
its disconnect from life, so palpable
want and rejection
the two sides of the coins
I turn over in my pocket
knowing one day
they will weigh my eyelids shut
because after all
I am the co-conspirator
of every cold embrace
one day of the year
to validate your true love~
taken for granted
By courting with death
we validate life
The deeper the fall
— the sweeter the height
(El Capitan, Yosemite: June 2017)
I am not here just to feed your ego
Or to validate the decisions you have made
You stay stuck and refuse to grow
I’ll start my journey to slow fade
I am going to start acting like you
To hold a mirror to the actions you displayed
You push and pull, stop, then start anew
Forcing me into a steady slow fade
I am not here for your breadcrumbs
My hunger for more cannot be delayed
You run when the connection comes
So now it’s time for my slow fade
I am not feeling you in this void
But rather, as though I’ve been played
You resist all emotions to further avoid
Pushing me into this quiet slow fade
I am not going to chase you anymore
When choosing me causes you to be afraid
You act like loving me is a chore
This is why I choose to slow fade
I am done playing this tortuous game
I stopped caring for this foolish charade
You don’t even pretend to feel the same
This bull**** propels me into the slow fade
Bright twinkling star of the night,
you validate that we have sight.
From Source you shine on every land,
It’s the Source that created man.
Just as your light keeps on burning,
Source gives man a mind discerning.
A mind that also keeps on learning,
sharing truth to feed our yearning.
Is it possible we are light?
Will the Source give us an insight?
Blink just twice to say I’m right,
Bright twinkling star of the night.
"The sun loved me again, when it saw that the stars would not abandon me" Jenim Dibie...
I paint on the blue-black arms of blank skies,
with pirouetting promises in midnight eyes,
no longer impatient for the dawning of hues~
manipulating the ache between ink and muse.
I breathe in silence, wrap my soul in rhyme-less forms,
to taste topaz tears of dusk, beneath swirling storms,
as I’ve long learned to sing with wistful stars alone,
amidst the warmth, cloaked within cold-chiseled stone~
flickers of grief, now veiled by bonfire blazes,
of melancholic memories and fleeting phases,
where love and light no longer collaborate,
yet sail like astral flames of fate that life must validate…
I ponder, do nameless ghosts of the sun recall my name?
For I crave not the fickle flares, nor to take their blame.
I am kissed by the redolent rays~
of ruin and wild orchids in lilac moon’s haze,
surfing through lagoons drenched in marine dust,
fighting tilted tides mirroring broken trust…
So, let me abandon the scorching gold of sunrise~
forgive this heart, serving nothing but lyrical lies…
Wondering worlds look back and validate the earth's self-esteem,
visually realizing that people are traumatized, wondering what happened to their dreams.
Because their minds, which account for lost time, and people who are sitting around, trying to make a sound,
perplexing to an idea while wondering if the earth is flat or round.
Thinking that the frequency is going to stand still,
but it vibrates your body and formulates your mind with a visual sex appeal.
But we continue to create and lose faith because common sense is becoming too eminent,
where everybody wants money, looking to lust, and it's not making any sense.
So we give the world back its power and then lose an hour that becomes the darkness in your mind,
causing the sun not to shine while you're stuck in a box with lost time.
the medical obstruction of justice as opposed to the medical obstruction to justice
logic and logical assembly of sentences without derivations nor deviations
as i am not the team but the expression of free speech
as i am not property, yet i am anothers possession
another right is violated, the medical oath is not licensable as the incision into free while collecting payment
physical oath is not a valid statement
my physical condition is being attacked and sold and purchased as tissue to erode and validate philosophical conjecture
next argument of logic
exposure death/death by exposure to the elements
requires that i authorize spending on my own behalf for i am instructionally superior to my subordinates.
an in humane condition is being constructed out of my body by the state of california and the united states of america
this is my civil right in writing to define this crime against me as a man
Life is already very tiring
What to do if you don't even
Have a spiritual sustenance
To a lover, life is inspirational
To a painter, the world is a canvas
To a farmer, the field is a worlplace
To a businessman, everything is a profit
To a writer, everything comes from an idea
To a poet, everything is delight of beauty
To a sickly, life is too tiring to live
It's God's mercy that one sickly to preserve
How I wish that everything we do has precaution
To lurk a danger is everything stop or slomo
Or send a warning message in the mind instantly
But no wisdom of precaution for a freeman
For a free moral agent is free for all commodities
Free for success and failure, free to do anything
Free for all qualifications in love and life
Everything in life has its ordeal and mantra
Any assurance is only goodness that is valid
To validate life's itenirary and soul's salvation
Life is not really free in accountancy
We expect every action for any accountability
Life is borrowed and expect the Master appear
To take accounting for His business investment.
Chakra or wheel, rotates with God’s power
and thus was energised a hidden node,
between medulla and bindu, shower
of grace inaugurated its abode.
We validate truth for others who seek,
for it’s a lonely path we walk upon,
in elixir supreme, dipping our beak,
with each life breath, ushering a new dawn.
The happenstance struck, in our waking state,
so in our narration, there’s no error,
more so since the bliss spin did not abate,
God’s love and light being the torch bearer.
In truth each pore of form is living light ~
God Himself steers our path, so it’s alright
Arise, Align, Acclimate,
Beautify, Captivate,
Dare to Dance, Demonstrate,
Energize, Elevate.
Fancy, Flower, Feminize,
Glitter, Glow, Girlify.
Harmonize, Initiate,
Jazzy up, Jubilate.
Knock'er down, Keep'er up,
Kiss it off, Light it up.
Mama'tize, Motivate,
Naughty, Nice, Negotiate.
Open-heart operate,
Pretty up, Propagate.
Queen'ify, Q'tify
Rev it up, Revitalize.
Sexify, Sophisticate,
Trendy up, Tantalize.
Ultimate, Utilize,
Validate, Visualize.
Wigglize, Whip it up,
Yummi'fy,
Zip it up!
Context and intention
made to add dimension
To give arguments balance and a view
For its where we are coming from
that determine where we go
and determine how we treat people too
No one hears an argument
that's meant to hurt
and few validate intentions that are mean
Life is not meant
to be energy pettily spent
and discussion that contains not a hill of beans
If you engage
and run into your rage
that haze will forever control how you talk
but if you engage
and reach out to grasp
you pull the other in with real thought
For no one person is wholly right
nor the other wholly wrong
but you surely gain more opponents with smoke and steam
And you attract more flies
when you speak without lies
and from the heart with an open mind
For communication isnt
unless its heard, acknowledged and returned
and nothing gained by immature acting out
A discussion after all
Is rational dialog by all
And a monolog is just a vent
Context and Intention - Artimus Susan Manley (C) September 19, 2007
Validate Spring with its plenipotentiary pollen.
Green sawdust all about the ground, car and porch -
Shaken free from the jocund trees with budding leaves.
Before the season’s even warm, they’re all in.
The celebration of pubescent branches causes us
Below to agitated fits - eyes water, nasal drips.
Still we admire the fashion of pinks, whites, and greens.
The youths, so lovely in their resurrection dress.
3/21/2023
An inspirational and uplifting reminder for all of us. Everyone is worthy of dignity, respect, love and kindness.
I am worthy
By Michelle Morris
04/02/2023
I am worthy
I am a child of God
I am a star from the Universe
I am beyond worldly labels
Sometimes I forget
Especially when life is challenging
When people are unpleasant
And the world appears to be crazy
But when I step back
Reflect from my soul
I can honour my divinity
Remember that I'm whole
I don't need anyone
To validate my worth
I am priceless to God
And nothing changes this
I am forever worthy
I am a Lightworker from Heaven
I am guided by God's angels
And blessed by the Universe's essence
© Michelle Morris, 2023
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