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“In A Garden, Where There Was A Flower”




Part of… the feel 


Real enough for you to feel 

-“FUCK YOUR FEELINGS!”


-“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, What?!”

-“I mean it, I want you to intimately become close with yourself. I want you to love yourself, so… FUCK…. your feelings” ❤️


Real talk…


Redamancy: [Noun] - The act of love in rotation. 


More so, the act of love… in return. 



I am that alike to a rose


and that! to which

is picked and/or plucked, 


groomed… and given to this world with a timely stamp, 


and what’s cut… is a measurement… 

of life dispensed


All at… the length of a thread. 

Separating… ME from sustenance, 


and if “love is the key” I just need to trust it 


It’s got me in a mood, and all I need… is LOVING. Could BE from ME or from OTHERS 

The key is to discover 


Well, so be it 

as these hands… stem to hold… hitherto… 

to the contingent…

nature of my flaws, and MY… 

imperfections in awe


and let!…  integrity hopefully.. NAVIGATE-MY-WAY, and SHAPE! what I’ve come to faucet


Not! the most elegant thats come to blossom!

but still a flower withIN your gardens, 

and every… petal’s a memory that a tear will water, 

in this life I’ve frolicked as I go wonder 

bearing fruit 


Moonflower in OUR offspring


Reflects just how mysterious we are as all beings 

Evolving 

and as… time peddles on, 

Nature! will say I’m a rebel, 


BLOOMING wherever I want!


Holding my head up; 


Tired and restless 


as sharpening a flower with steels DELICATE, 

that these days it’s fueling ME to be articulate 


and just watch it… MIR-ROR in my appearances 


a sexy… but decorous elegance 

That draws.. LIFE up IN every vein 


Just like you wanted ME to fight for it everyday…  as ą reminder of faith… a reminder of LOVE, 

that love…


is more than the heart, or an organ to start 


but, 

a pain I could SUPPORT if it’s ours, 

and it’s in… THESE moments I live FOR, in this life… I’ve BEEN eXploring 


And I BEEN eXploring! 

and its BEEN euphoric… eXperiencing its winter and SUMmer mornings, 

I’ve BEEN ABsorbing its lively forces 


That! and with every hour I’m honing,


the DETAILS that empower me slowly


Like flowers, I’m growing… 


Like flowers, I’m growing 

so 

vivid and gorgEOUS


Yet, I 

still tend to ignore it, 

when I’m… down, and I’m broken 


Too proud to be open… is profoundly joking.


Yeah, I’M.. forgetting to smell the flowers & roses each time, 

each time and each morning, 


So please!.. don’t quote ME,


“life’s a breeze” that caught me… 


in a web of intangible dreams… entangling me, 

spirit and everything 


These permeable strings is currently the life that o’ so provokes me, 


with a familiar ache of poetry 


Through the art, a resemblance…

of my life and its essence, 


These chapters, an eclectic collection… 

that PUMPS from… WHERE?! the-heart-is 


and there to WHERE is, “Eve’s Garden”


and to what…


feels like HEALING inside… 


“One day at a time, 

the sun gonna shine” and show…


and all I want… is to grow, 

and be beautifully sculptured… 

with each piece and petal NURTURED…


And consumed at thy roots, as well as mine own…

are dreams that sprout… thickly failures, 


and I hope in time,


this will aspire even BIGGER and broader successes 

Steering in… a clearer perspective 


and not confused on our direction 

cause days be hectic now 


that I CONSTANTLY find myself breaking down 

and the beauty’s where… 

I find the smile 


I stand rooted where I may….


Uprooted but not in vain… 


Unique I acclaim, 

“a rose by any other name… is just as sweet” 











 

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