justified

[creativesoul]

i walked to the beach today........................................................................................................................... one year ago i was afraid i couldnt make it
i ate a mango boat pastry for breakfast and a half of an avacado sandwich...
walked it, and then played basket ball this afternoon alone
i like my company
the food i eat the art i like
simple life
after all these things i do to adjust my attitude
make me like being human
and i rush home to watch a mother hit her criminal sons with a hammer
she is so sick she needs them crippled to do her dirty work
i see that alot
some one is sick
the caregiver becomes almost an xtra battery, energy source
there is a dirty little secret when you see the intertwining threads of need hanging like cheese on thier chin...while i am still not sure if I am even interested beyond eating.... and laughter...
oh but when i meet that kind of man the ones that have a certain smile, a glow, oh my skin knows them
his green eyes told me of a crop of echinecsha
never met a man like that--- yet...how is it that no matter how much i try there is nothing that will cure me of the desire to love and be loved....i will always love first... and well my thinker is pretty decent after the school of hard knocks
and a big degree for the run away kid
children that love her even when she fails, cries, loses and cannot be better than she is...
how did any of this happen to a girl like me, a girl whose father cried "you never stood a chance" ah haha he was wrong-- i had a few chances, and i took them all...now i can give some of that kindness back, the cracks that were smoothed over by hands that knew the fragilities of porcelin, like skin, the mystery of all that detail, it just came pouring from a place inside, gushing like water, a waterfall. and the pounding of the heart, when real love bestows it s gifts upon us, i still believe and live for these things... and i wont stop---without them i become souless

[dadio]

one excellent poem!

[justwalt]

...the mystery of all that detail, it just came pouring from a place inside, gushing like water, a waterfall.

observe the age of Aquarius in action

[joel]

and i wont stop---without them i become souless

souless: I cannot begin to imagine it, but I know it and I applaud the waterfalls that drown it as a possible excuse for life...and this poem is amazing.