Freewrites

[WordSith]

She's brown and beautiful.
Her movement weeps. Sophia,
breathes on me and stares at herself
through my eyes. There are stories
in her seye, time inside her eyes.
Air from her lungs quiets-- on my
eyelashes. Thoughts whisper in

pauses. Sophia turns 180 degrees
her chin raises then falls. Her companion,
still alive, will not breathe with her again.
The one she grew from a girl to a woman
with, her soothing spasm and hero.
She sleeps outside, reaching for more pain
in the coldest Florida hours, alone. With
mourning hope she looks for the one that gave
her all her love, as lake water becomes river.

We share a carrot. For half a moment we forget.
I talk to her in a language the moment created.
I wonder how deep this horse feels and if she
can - understand words and compassionate silence.
It is by existing with our spirit and in the music of breath
that we understand when the beauty of before pours - away.

This one is almost ready for the workshop, no? I think you've got a gem in here.

[olson29]

Thank you,
veri much.
I have no idea
whether the poems
work sometimes or not,
so that feedback helps a lot.
I'll post it, feel free to share
any other insights like that in
the future

[olson29]

I miss your writing, poet!
More, more,
yes please

[olson29]

I want to start an adoption sanctuary,
To encourage all the women that are
Considering abortion to come to the santuary
We will take care of them and help them
Nurture their baby. We will save lives
Together. Then we will give life to
A family with sad hope, there are people that
Want children and cannot have children
And their are people that refuse to have
The child that grows inside of them, a beating
heart within 3 weeks of conception is stopped.
I come here to this page without beliefs,
Or judgement, only openness and faith.
Faith that one day, we can save lives
That we can give people the same chance
To live that we had. If you believe, help me.

[olson29]

Look at how she looks
At him

[olson29]

Love is giving your best.
If one is not doing that,
they are more or less at
a distance from love.

[olson29]

Just Having Fun in the Whether

Many days later there is not ever.
I stare at my photos with rapid
Thoughts in sequence.I have strands of
Emotions and thoughts; smoke stains.
With you I am, Always. The ocean wave;
Persistence, faith, awareness, love power,
The laughter; desires presents. The nakedness;
Beyond blissest bounds. Stop,continue. The forests,
More than pieces in a forest. We are separated and
Together, more. Conqueror for the poor where there is
wealth no where. Desire, moments; they twirl with the late spring flower
A descendant of bliss many - generations later.
Photographer/artists, asks, "Can you see what you can't see."
Play with a poet who decided to write, because I smile.

[olson29]

Understanding; a horizonless topic:
Understanding allows grace.
Instead of thinking this person
did this to me, or they did it because
of that, one must find why the person.
Acceptance, empathy, humility, keys.

With understanding and wisdom you can make help
The people you love happier, the beautiful more beautiful.
Understand why we go where we go how we go.`
With understanding there are no qualms.
The river penetrates a new river with soft drops.

[olson29]

we live in the middle of the ocean, a forest, where no one can find us, except God, breaths last longer slow down squad, on our our our farm and listen-- to the toes of the under-water inside our water regiveable gift.
we sit no where and taste all types of berries, pies, mixed variety. A woman sings in a place she feels safe and beautiful, like a baby daughter. Beyond creative, I hear her again, safer, the scents of her song. There is a forest around you write now, ivy, branches, weave to the room within the room inside the meadows of life-mind,

[olson29]

have many many many more laughs, it's good for you, uh

[olson29]

Be versatile, live closer to God, let the Holy Spirit lead you, search
when others sleep, nap in your happiness, be an intrepid creative,
closer (more aware) to every breath and every step, thoughts born, power.

[olson29]

Life is better when you pray

[olson29]

The poet has returned, sleepy. Sushi
for dinner ago. my hands are heavy,
let me nap as i write, massage my arches
with my toes, lean back and breathe, relaxed.
I massage the balls of my feet with my big toe
Thumb bone. I have returned lighter, where was I,
AM I sleeptyping, ah ha this must be a lucid dream,
or liek some ...story that the kid told around the other
kids that was lame, and he got sidetracked, and the
really j+ust waited for the person they wanted to listen to.
I'm not editing, shmama mama going to amazon, I want to get sweaty and think mosquitoes, go dive in the river and wonder if an anaconda or jaguar was going to get me in a place where they are what are the chances like a russian roulete. And here, is my no writers block, wnated to go to sleep, not going to read before I submit continuation, I stare at the keyboard, types.

[olson29]

I'm not always going to be here.

[olson29]

I have a lot of you, it feels good.