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What Lies Beneath Your Emotions — MakeItUltra™ Psychology Written by Dr. Perry, PhD Image Credit: Pixabay “People have motives and thoughts of which they are unaware.” ~Albert Ellis What if you hated someone who you were socially and morally expected to love?
Rescuing a Bullied Roo
Rescuing a Bullied Roo
Charlemagne Casanova Rider aka C.C. Rider
I read in a magazine advertisement the other day, “ Chickens are a gateway drug to farm life. “ How true this is ! If you have not yet fallen under the spell of these feathered friends there is still time to become enamoured be their uniqueness. I remember both of my Grand Mothers having chickens when my sisters and I we small. Grandma Dunlap would…
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Migraines, Medicine, and Moi
Migraines, Medicine, and Moi
I decided to begin a personal blog for several reasons. The chief among my choices being to reach out to others who are challenged as I am and to open up a window into my personal life which I have never let but a select few souls into before now.
I have been unwell all my life. It is not my habit to use the word “suffer” as a way of describing a chronic state not being well. Perhaps, this is…
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NaPoWriMo 2017 #7
Glory’s voice, utterer, potter’s wheel clay culled of Crone Moon and Milky Way,
Starchild, do not seek tenders and hope amongst the colors of your visioned sight,
The heart who claims love yet, holds the darkness as for you a guiding light,
Captive, craven you shall become, as the raven is to the black he sought for envy,
Feed them not with green pools, copper lamp pupil gated souls. sweet glance…
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NaPoWriMo 2017 #6
Bella Rosa Dreams
(for all my Sisters who have survived to rise again)
I used to come here to write … to find some semblance of sanity in this otherwise maddened waking world … today there are people squawking venom at each other and pretending to call that love … love grows on a willow trees, from welts the flesh pleas while tied fast to the briers’ sting … you’d rather Cerridwen’s swine be…
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NaPoWriMo 2017 #5
Luna Love
The foul leave feathers for me daily in trails to gather … from the barn to the Iron Wood tree stand yonder … at the crest of the meadow hill flanking the logging roads … crevices are home to the Luna moths and moon beams … their winter homes in the catacombs … Christmas past’s silent seed pods … the morning stars descending from the heavens … holding ground bound cocoons in blessed…
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NaPoWriMo#4 2017
Periwinkle’s Day
In our wizard’s weary land of pine cone palaces and cypress needle streets … opened upon the morning’s bluff blue dew … silver lined pie in the sky dawn gracious buds of the vinca … signature scrying land ample twined Earth augured blessed relying … they cover the kindgdom with leaf and tendril … all fae, sun ray, or wizard’s play mate shall remain assembled … safely at the feet…
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NaPoWriMo 2017 #3
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The Mortal's Prize Ceiling slats and shadow rats, the perceptible shards you left, in attic halls of dampened walls, piss stained bourbon kush craned air, self destructive lint bred lairs, that darkness bled your soul's light for, protoplasmic B- white cell chaos, corner…
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NaPoWriMo 2017 #2
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Glory and Goodbyes
The singing of glory songs is common in the tent camp of mutation … come follow the tracks of Snake Oil doctors … their wagons heavy laden with the sins of scam and dereliction toward the eldest, those suffering … learn a trade you can fall back on when your day job is misguided by the prairie fires and dust…
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In the Land of Paper Cranes
In the Land of Paper Cranes
Honor reigns as the code of the rain in the Land of Paper Cranes … the unspoken behest of Grandmothers nurturing the world eggs beneath celestial capes of eternal down … flight wings of Spirit pressed between the woodpecker’s page gown lining their nest with light as children palm innocence … Here the bamboo moths quiver spun and quest, their life span willing metaphors … our fragile vapors…
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Tunnel... I'm not the only one ...
Tunnel… I’m not the only one …
A lake lies dead … sickness fills its gills at the ice’s edge … hurried clutter and cramped fur decaying abide … an open mouth surface sucking blue gill seeking the blessings of summer air … a litter moisture white flake scatter of two foot fair channel cat and their grass carp brothers in arms … they were ships in their former life … now barely magnetic worth in a pond of a sea … the eagles land…
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I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies.
Eric Shaw (via quotemadness)
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxNUFwWFm-g)
We were where we thought to be ...
We were where we thought to be …
Empty palms may read mere molecular blinds … those scents Spring dares not harness when the lilacs vine … beyond bordered crimes heart held inductive spinal tines … we … originations of the arbor and the eyes wine seeks to know the soul through … how can our colors be mistaken for hues the sun forbid creation … our magic muses of black matter’s time … my hope has held the dove’s anklet alone…
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Happy Valentine’s Day, Darling … Morning breaks in the red ruddy flames of Dawn's plumb and blush ... sleepless bedlam born have I been with wine stung eyes masked in anticipation ...
Yuletide greetings
Yuletide Greetings to you
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Brenda White Bull
