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Long Fingers

Long fingers reaching into the dirt
sifting through the rocks
seeing amazing colors given by nature

Wonder and confusion takes her by the hand
and walks her further into the woods.
a beautiful, painful spirit

Madness divine like fire
questions her one basic need
lacking nothing but reality

The leaves fall off the trees
catch on the air and drift
on a journey until they find

Fingers reach out gripping cracked life
what is to be is not known
whose figure stands by her

Whose hand does she grasp
She looks up and suddenly- gasps!

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Daily Coffee Cup-a work in progress

English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto...
English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto: Taso de kafo. Français : Photo d’une tasse de caffé Español: Taza de café (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I chose a different coffee mug today-
like walking on the crooked path
or even going astray.
I hope Daily Coffee Cup will forgive me
for now my day is like a new realm
or even another century.
For time never stops although breathing does
but what that has to do with java
I know not.
It’s true! I chose a different cup today
and now I am  blind and cannot see-for the coffee leaked right through me.
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Innocent Child ll

Sometimes, when the far, sliver moon is high
I look down from heaven and give a soft sigh

What could have been beautiful…never was
What should have been precious…was stolen.

With little hands clasped and eyes squeezed tight
I crawl up and sit in the lap of  Jesus Christ.

My name is Innocent Child II and my Maker is God
I know this because Jesus and I have talks

I was sent down to earth but not for too long
I heard His voice call me back with concern.

My tiny body was wracked and there was such pain
He called me home again and my spirit was in vain.

It was her choice, though, and the timing was wrong
Now, nightmares are all she dreams, nightmares of me.

 
 
 
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Innocent Child 1

Sometimes, when the far, sliver moon is high
I kneel down by my bed and give a soft sigh

With little hands clasped and eyes squeezed tight
I begin to draw close to my savior, Jesus Christ.

My name is innocent child and my maker is God
I thank Him I’ve come this far~

Before I was sent I was in a great place…
peace, love and joy I saw as I looked in His face.

He loves me so much before I’m on earth
He cradles me in His arms and tells me I’m adored.

He says I’m one of the blessed ones cuz my mommy wants me
even though daddy will take off one day.

Times would be hard and money would be tight
But Jesus sends angels to help in the night.

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Blinking

The cursor is blinking on a blank page
Pressuring me to perform like actors on a stage
Once you get in front of me what will you create?
Everyone watching and you must entertain!

Screw that. I don’t write to please you.
I write! It comes naturally like grass on the dew.
Poetry muse? What the hell is that? 
This poem  is short but at least I’m  not fat.