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Absorbing Invisibility: aka: Capturing the soul

Smoke in slow motion

quiet eyes soaking in the juices

here we are, in snap shot

mounted, suppressed my spirit into a squirt of a lens

reconstructing my soul to water

drinking from the wells that never run dry

walking on the rivers,

smile deeply in the face of adversity,

my soul makes human

makes me believe, there’s still good left in the world

has me thinking – I am machine trapped in its blood

where I bleed out all the colors of all the other humans

our only desire, let out our souls- out and be free

where I escape to be made in the southern warmth and sunshine

hold back evil of this time,

the soul of the prophets’

priestess and people drink down a sad song

blood on the trees , blood in our veins

blood and it rains – making our souls

come alive in all its pain, in all its darkness

damaged and wounded- x-master, x-slave

x-preacher, x-teacher, x-leader

x-destination, sooner or later

we gotta let our souls… if only,

a little while…

kindness sister Krissy

Book-Therapy:

woman reading book
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Sometimes I’m just a girl, walking into a book store. Swimming in the minds of other writers- ah that’s life! We’re all a little crazy or maybe it’s just me, I can never find the exit-sign in those places. So I stay until almost closing, get a sense -long body lines come out of nowhere, and then there’s another book that catches my eye – I sniff first, tucking in the lastest cut-timber, ah Lanston Huges, The Negro Mother “Children I come back today, to tell you of the long dark way, that I had to climb, that I had to know”…

I move on: Oscar Wilde hitting me the face, The Ballad Reading Gaol “That fellows got to swing” I skip along the lines, chewing -sweetness and everything in between.

“Some love too little

Some love too long

Some do the deed with many tears

And some without a sigh:

For each man kills the thing he loves; yet each man does not die.”

I look up for a minute, rub the cover of the book, gently place it back on the shelf. I wonder about book owners, are they like me? Do they melt? Do their eyes sparkle in delight of books? I know there are many parts of owning books. Selling books, books on display, one day I might know these operations but for now, it is my own personal luxury.

P.S. I always spend $50.00 plus in bookstores, I say its worth it.

signing off Kindness sis. Krissy

I am:(list)

Something you don’t know about me:

  • I want to tryout for an acting gig-but first I’ve gotta get up the courage to do it
  • I have a 3rd degree burn on my right hand from a childhood fire
  • I am a Lefty
  • I use writing as my therapy for lots of things and for healing eczema the scars it can leave behind
  • I’m a bit selfish, as a Mother of three kids I  can say ,my time is priceless
  • I am an introvert but I do like to socialize online
  • This year my favorite color seems to be blue
  • I like rustic living-  beauty of nature but I don’t like bugs (how crazy is that)

That’s all I can think of :this is not a challenge, I just wanted to share a little about me. It’s been almost three years since I’ve started this poetry blog and many bloggers may not have any insight of who I am…Blessings to all…