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I'm a chess piece
and my player is still learning the game
I have too many bad days
too many names.
Ladybugs , omens, follow me around
and my dreams are prophetic, I have found.
I'm supposed to be fooled.
Think free will, chaos, scientific order
But my choice is between
What magic shows me
and what will screw me over.
ghosts, intuition, "extra" sense
really SUCKS in my experience.
But though I tantrum and rage
and write it angrily on a page
The visions don't stop coming into my head
and my phantom kisses and tucks me into bed.

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  • poetryality silver member
    November 7

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    Life has already dictated your fate. Listen to the whispers of the wee, small voice, and unite with familiar faces of past and present days. You are blessed with impressions that extend themselves to insight. Don't fear their constant urging. You may be an angel that has no choice but to visit the other side of understanding. Be prepared to have more revealed to you in the very near future. Hearken unto your dreams and visions, and know the truth of their direction. There is a purpose for your existence. But most of all child of the wind, be not fearful, You are protected.


    Much Love & Many Blessings ♥

    Renee


  • tomisb
    November 7

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    Walk softly on the edge of this world of wonder and keep each kiss of magic close to the heart. We start: milkweed flown fast on the wind as we tumble across the branch, creek and skin of a world caught in its own business and unaware of all the bruises we bury in our soul. When the soil for rooting found and the richness of the earth drawn in till we are rock anchored in this cell of self, there will be time enough to ease the passing ghost free from chains, still the tears in souls who only know how to cry, heal the hurt with a wave of hand, free the heart within the human so they can dance on the river of joy and shake their heads in wonder how the waves leave them light as leaf and dry to the bone. Walk softly, aware of how each step is placed and recognize that gentleness is the greatest strength and only the bold have the courage to be tender.
    Peace & Light,
    Tom B.