Ima 💨 so …
Blackbeard Rules apply
Equity
Savvy
Scurvy
Quartermaster, grog and
Cat o nine tails, aye
On your knees
Plank
Dead men tell no tales
Spartan beaches
heaves ho
Sink me
Lemon & Lime taste
Shiver me Timbers
I’m a salty one.
Holystone
Clap of Thunder
Bounty
Booty
Renegade Logbook
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Original needle felted soul
“Humans take heart” collection
How much art have I created
Over the years to benefit n the world man
Constant meditations
Spiritual encountering an
Human relations
Soul recognition
But first love
Cataclysmic radiation
Spread across timelines
Cosmic mediation
- still one
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Seasoned wood needs waxed
Improper treatment leads to
Weathered hidden beauty
Oil it down, lightly spread across
Time needed to soak all in
24 hours or more
Splintering cracks moisturized right
Reveals finest perfections
Unseen for far to long
God it’s hard.
That’s what she said
Oil cloth
Striations of delicate pieces typically ignored. Seasoned wood is best 🙌
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Running with the bulls
Engaging for younger me
Pamplona still roars
- Confidently
Seasoned wood aged well
Treasured lines grazing throughout
Perfected to wax
- Salute, my man 🥳 🍻
Revel all seasons
Drink in the elixir of life
Oceans waves call forth
- Papa Double 😉
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Shot over
Forwardly observing her
Good affections
on target
Boom boom
Coordinates
Shot bang
Red legs
Breathe, Squeeze, Release
Splash
⁃Follow me
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What are tiny rocks
But misnamed Boulders
Self inflicted weight
Upon your own shoulders
Seeking love outside of your heart
Loss again as they depart
Do you now see
Minuscule pebbles
Seek within you
That is where
The most precious
One
Love
Resides
- Dearth (11-11-22)
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Witchy privateer
Ignites eternal fires again
Landlubbers shouldn’t dread
Lascivious loots
Old Salts well fed
Whole hearted boots
Willingly fed on grog
Ignoring societal rules
Lovingly she banishes her cutlass
Leaving everyone parched
Eat my sass 💁♀️
- Splice the mainbrace
#pirate
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Social media sites are pyramid schemes but instead of purchasing product:
Users:
• collect dopamine hits via likes & shares
• form friendships without every meeting
• willingly feed our data to be used
For those in the back: we are the product being sold
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Every. Day. Of. My. Life. various types of humans confused me. Always been different than most around me.
With age, I dealt. Met societal expectations while remaining mostly independent. 🤣 It’s on me to decide to BE who I am.
It’s not the place that’s wrong. It’s how we respond to it. 💜
I am
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Parks of Amusement
Manufacturing bliss
Witnessing the people’s reactions
Rollers & coasters
Fast, slow, high, low
Candy made of cotton
Many rides to choose
Do we take a spin on
Wonder wheels
Pennie archaic fames
Rest on streams
Pursue wildest dreams
White water rapids
Delight
- Excelsior 2
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Go to sleep my love
It’s all “the same”
in dreams
It’s also true
That every moment
We are Oneness
Until others can be
Delighted
• just for being self
the will always
Be
• Disconnected
From infinite lightness
Grateful
To recognize
Love moves
Within
Evermore
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Hello house of Grey
Remind me again why she was 😭
Hello again #conquistadors
Am I now a #Spanish
#Mexican
#Shaman
#Catholic
Hello #TwitterX
Remind me again why
They chose to stay
And now take me to the
#FutureOfWork
The #brainwashed 🐑
#HumanRights
P
awns fall daily
Poetry
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Animals show me
Others follow the Alpha
It’s that simple then.
- Humans are stalled species
We have destroyed souls
Humanity & many lives
Seeking false power
- Y’all been brainwashed
Accept we humans
Carry traits of both sexes
World divided
- Malicious intent
#poem
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Angel eyes in love
Unification on Earth
Soul recognition of same
Tingling spines shot hot
Indigo eternal flames
No raging waters can stop
Remember our Kind
Harboring fruitless pursuits
Obstinate egos
Deliberately we chose
Understanding all’s
Silent contracts stayed
- canonical
Poem poetry
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Old friend & I met after 20 years.
Her: Wow, you look great. You haven’t changed since high school.
Me: That’s a tragedy.
Her: (silent & confused)
Me: Bartender, Pour me a double.
Brain 🧠 (it’s gonna be a long night)
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Eventually realized she needed to relive her youth 🥰💜
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New one
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[7]
