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RhythmInk: Stagnant Skin
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013. This poem was written 10 years ago, yet it is poignantly bringing to question the same essential thought of our interconnectedness that I still ponder today. The language is a little more ethereal and symbolic than my more emotive words of late- a reflection of my journey through specific life passages I guess. The Kundalini of our Collective Soul has a hole in it. What if dream catchers could be used as light catchers- then. Would we all be reconnected? All Content (c) 2012.
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RhythmInk: February 2012
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012. I walk into the waves. Water seeping deep inside. I ride the silence. I see you smiling up and over. Heartbeat quickens so fantastic. The rhythm taking over. I want to break out. Break free my chains. Naked in the rain. Just the fire inside my being. Thursday, February 9, 2012. Wine on the Wall. Wine on the wall. Madge stole the show. It was the Super Bowl. Coconut shrimp more food at each blink. Too full of the nectar to get us to think. So abundant's got us thinking we'll die.
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RhythmInk: January 2012
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Monday, January 23, 2012. Wings at the Door. Jets, flying with no pilot. Through the vacant sky. Just heading for a place. Looking for a home. With no traps that come up and stab you blind. No landmines hidden at every step. No endless record, not letting you forget. The lashings the mind trips the loveless times. Taking over the controls. Steer it back off course. To places with no identity. No photos and no clothes. An endless fashion show. A wardrobe from which to choose. My life, my dreams, my goals.
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RhythmInk: Forgotten Moments
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Monday, August 26, 2013. Simplicity of a warm breath against your cheek. The nape of your neck. Summer's warm wind quietly finding its way to you. Catching you in moments of stillness. The realization of a day something beautiful. Ever present every moment. The hardened soles that carry us through each day forever worn. Scarcely warmed or recovered. The arms that carry loads for loved ones. Rarely kneaded with gratitude and grace. The temples that concentrate perpetual moments of deep thought. Awesome In...
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RhythmInk: February 2013
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013. This poem was written 10 years ago, yet it is poignantly bringing to question the same essential thought of our interconnectedness that I still ponder today. The language is a little more ethereal and symbolic than my more emotive words of late- a reflection of my journey through specific life passages I guess. The Kundalini of our Collective Soul has a hole in it. What if dream catchers could be used as light catchers- then. Would we all be reconnected? Inspire my inner fire.
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RhythmInk: September 2012
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Sunday, September 9, 2012. Soft movements skin to skin. Breath feather light distracts the wind. Mapping out each piece of you. The fire that emanates from with. Leaves the surface pulsing. Limbs frozen for fear of exploding. Slow us down so we can start again. Not one moan left unturned. Not one cell left unnerved. Pure ecstasy on your being. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Different Kind of Ink Blog:. Http:/ cibo-foodforlife.blogspot.com. Love and Abundance, Giovanna. All Content (c) 2012.
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RhythmInk: March 2012
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012. What animal be you when I see you in the zoo? A wolf, a fox, a bear. The confidence, happy moments,. Replace them with torment. I tried not to be bent about the fury in your soul. The fire that chars with every breath. Hell aint a moment I'll find in death. But every scar that breaks me whole. Old habits die hard. And they say the good die young. Living's not real if giving is barred. Or speeding up age cause we've turned off the fun. Life is work and work needs play.
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RhythmInk: January 2013
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Tuesday, January 29, 2013. How do I know? When the ocean fluries sweep allure and hold me down , a chokehold on life. How do I learn? When each moment is filled with the incessant mallet beating against the aging, bleating skin of life. How do I love? When the heart of man aged with bruises of torn spirit expose the vulnerable self. How do I forget? When the goal of it all is to catch the baton and race towards the next moment with greater resolve. How do I relent? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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RhythmInk: April 2012
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Monday, April 23, 2012. Quando la strada si ferma. When the road ends. I start to dig. A path that winds towards the hilltop. Where the sunrise sings. My soul, my heart, my destiny. I see an endless path ahead. Horizon lights my way. I bare my weightless wings. A span of possibility. That like a rainbow has no bounds. But the resounding beat of my heart that. Drives me closer to the light. Of my being, the passion stirring my inner fires. The Soul of the Universe beckoning me. To be free, dream in sight.
