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Best Poems Written by Angie Millan-Acosta

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My Soul Mate

There is 
No Mistake
It was fate
Everything was fixed
Yes, I am convinced.

We knew from before
Tied forevermore.
We recognized each other's eyes
a complete change in our lives.

There's a plan 
for everyman
Follow the plan:
"Live happily ever after..."

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Make Your Own Recipe

“Make your own recipe”

It is  mom’s advice.  
Create your own paradise.
Try  different ways.
See, what suits your taste?
Look at around,        
It’s just a playground.
Ask for guidance,
Keep a balance.
Don't just copy,
You are godly.
It is your responsibility,
Use your own sensibility.
There are many possibilities.
Focus on your own abilities.   
Engage in the quest
Until your Soul says, Yes!

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Poor Sad Queen

She has a huge closet full of
purses , shoes, clothes and jewels.
A beautiful home with pool.
everything seems so cool.

Her castle is like a museum.
Just Watch,
Don't touch.
Don't sit there,
it's my chair.
Sits in her throne
feeling so alone.

Yearns the touch of her husband,
that is never really present.
Takes another antidepressant.
To friends the doors are closed.
Never leaving her heart exposed.

She lives like a queen
with a low self esteem.
She has plenty 
but feels empty.

Her heart wants to scream:
"You forgot your dream."
oh, poor sad queen.

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Addiction

Running out of air,
i see your despair.
But you
go Deeper
and deeper.
 
How long until
you reach bottom?
 
Come out for yourself,
from those dirty waters.    
You still have brothers.  
and your true self.
 
You cannot see clearly.
You have never been filthy.  
You still can endure.
Your heart remains pure

Angie Millan-Acosta

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Artificial Intelligence

I'm not afraid of the AI's answers,
I fear that we’ll stop questioning them.
I'm not afraid of the coldness of a robot,
I fear that we’ll lose our human warmth.

I'm not afraid of using this tool,
I fear that it’ll use us.
I'm not afraid of its programming,
I fear that it’ll program us.

I'm not afraid that it knows our tastes,
I fear that we don't know what we like.
I'm not afraid of having its opinion,
I fear that we'll lose our own judgement.

I'm not afraid that it can make things easier,
I fear that we will become lazy.
I'm not afraid of Artificial Intelligence,
I fear artificial humans.

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Practice

We are an eager apprentice
until it's time to put into practice.
Practice may be the master;  
Otherwise it is a Disaster.

How easy 
We forget the teachings,
when dealing with feelings.
In confused situation;
practice your meditation.

Up to ten, we should count.
Then start to calm down.
The teachings will come out.
Better outcome throughout.

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How Many Senses We Have

At school, they taught us Five.
The Bhagavad-Gita said there are Eleven.
Science people said more than that. 
Must find out for ourselves. 

The body is our Temple. 
Amazing Machine.
Earth and heaven, 
We in between.

Self-Rechargeable
self-healing 
Works like an antenna.
It is our universe.

Turn the mundane 
In to spiritual experience
Experience with your senses.
Focus on the sensations.

Learn to read your body.
Reacts faster than a thought.
It brings you to the now.
What is your body saying?

Hard to read sometimes. 
If there was a class, I’ll call it:
“The Art of the Senses 
And their biology. “ 

“The body is the extension of the spirit”

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Bad Patterns

We tend to repeat, 
The bad family pattern,
Why are we so stubborn?
it's better retreat.

If not, we'll be stuck,
with the same old stuff.
It'll have the same end.
We will never ascend.

Repeating a vicious cycle,
Makes an evil disciple. 
There's a escape. 
We can break,
that evil spell.

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Complaining

Can't complain 
but I'm in pain.
Any way,
It won't 
go away
right away.

Why complain?
Nobody 
cares
People have their
own affairs. 

No complaint
just embrace 
with grace
like a Saint.

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The Most Precious Sculpture

Sculptures were made
not only to be admired with the eyes.
They were made to be touched.
Feel its texture.
Experience them with your:
eyes closed,
Up and down,
From the surface to every little corner.
The most precious sculpture 
that we can you experience;
it is the human body.
Feel your own body.
Massage your lover's body.
Find what makes it tremble,
How certain parts react.
its electricity, make it vibrate.
Use all the senses.
The skin is one of the greatest senses.
Knowing your own body.
It is also knowing your soul and mind.
Your body is your temple.
It is a precious instrument.