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me
he is mine and I am his
blink in rhythm of time
skip a beat and yawn
little faith in the matrix
I see the mastery of some
who in sync with the wise do excel
I listen intently and from my knowledge base...act
limited is my understanding
the darkness spoke light into being
who am I?
nothing much really a spark of madness
an artist with an eye for chaos
wrought me into being
come forth from the original womb
to be me
Published 31st Aug 2022
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31st Aug 2022 2:28am
31st Aug 2022 3:10am
31st Aug 2022 7:28am
Self-care seems all but a lost art.
Not self-indulgence.
Actually caring for ourselves and meeting
our own needs, wants, and desires.
This lowers the bar for what parts others can play in our pantheon of integration.....self-responsibility.
And it shows us more openly to others, inspiring them to do the same.
The mutual admiration society.
Not self-indulgence.
Actually caring for ourselves and meeting
our own needs, wants, and desires.
This lowers the bar for what parts others can play in our pantheon of integration.....self-responsibility.
And it shows us more openly to others, inspiring them to do the same.
The mutual admiration society.
31st Aug 2022 8:45am
31st Aug 2022 7:14pm
14th Sep 2022 4:02pm
"an artist with an eye for chaos" I like this line, because even though it may be chaotic, there is some sense of control through it all.
Nicely penned.
Nicely penned.
