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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

Stroll

Take me to the broken mountain..
where the split welcomes the sun shine.
Take me through the dainty path..
where I can twirl into a sacred line.

Take me to the faded tree..
where sprung open can be a lively spree.
Take me through the deserted forest..
where a flickering night lamp will be out shining the rest.

Take me towards a crowd unknown..
Take me towards a strangely odd stone.
Take me as I give up to walk..
Take me as I dive deep to stalk.
Take me to the aligned bushes..
Take me to the stream lined ashes.

Take me to a blooming arc..
Where scattered all over is a luminous park.
Take me to a sinking cave..
Where darkness urges the instinct rave.


The echo in silence..
The calmness in resilience..
The tempo in the steps..
The touch of the fingers.
Thoughts gliding safe and sound..
While I take a stroll..
Thinking you are around.
Always holding me to the ground.


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