secret tides pull us back
as currents open the night sky
overlapping words
and borderlines
all fading
like a wind clearing
the path in front of us
Day 64:
people are speaking in an unclear manner
hopeful but not overly emotionally
Day 63:
I've distorted the reality of the present
by transforming it into an obsession
especially in relatively benign situations
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feathery fog carried the stillness
into eyes too small to absorb the light
like something lost
My senses slip
unable to stretch the length of a finger
But I'll speak no more of this virtuos victim
the feeling -The vivid sketch enchanting of a world slanting
I see dancing behind the high ceiling
magnified exhalated
goings on
When I wake to take a step
I'm pulled back down into surroundings
born in cloud and
shadow
the pillow noticeably perfumed and fragrant
I know everything now...and I understand
My love for you is my one special thing
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Thus isn't the poem bing ( AI) wrote
and I forgot. I saved it to the clip board
but erased it when i saved something else
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It was in praise of cars from the late 60's and early
70s It was a very nice poem but i erased it forever by mistake.
.x.
Kindness is the light that brightens the day
Kindness is the warmth that melts the cold away
Kindness is the smile that lifts the mood
Kindness is the gesture that shows gratitude Kindness is the word that heals the wound
Kindness is the song that fills the sound
Kindness is the gift that needs no return
Kindness is the lesson that we all must learn
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Title: The Purple Moon
I see the purple moon In the starry night It beckons me to come And explore its light
I board a rocket ship And blast off from Earth I feel a thrill of joy And a sense of worth
I reach the purple moon And land on its soil I marvel at its beauty And admire its toil
It tells me its secrets Of cosmic wonders Of ancient mysteries And hidden blunders
I thank the purple moon For its gracious gift I bid it farewell And prepare to lift
I return to Earth With a new insight I cherish the purple moon In the starry night
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In the desert he saw
the purple moon
in the dotted sky
and they carried away
his secrets
nature's spiritual pursuits
things having an influence on my mind
nonhuman beings
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nights stand
holding hands a swinging chain
back and forth
repetitions of sincerity
and the unforgettable
rhyme
racing into dream creamy showers
of hearts run-through
performing the scenes
of a romantic play
with the audience ever held
at the point of tears
$..
drenched by a silence
replacing words
I swallow time as
my spirit glides into a mirage-
posting into the blank multiverse
to clear the uneveness
tell the world if your heart has
a lot to say
even if it's just tumbling feathers
into the dryer.
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caress escape
wave wave movement infinite upward
planned simple
and end and and , in that case, and
after a lot of reflection
didn't really matter
and I swear I'm happy
.
pools of eloquence dissolved into dry reflected smiles
I'd shout but then maybe someone would stare
as I walk past empty tables
marble scattered on the walls
hid by life and temperature
pleeding an outer universe We light candles
Her eyes are stars of twilight
-Like all beginnings
when color changes contrast emerges
into a unique landscape
None can dim a healthy world entirely
though mesmerized
I still listen to our most sincere moments; to our darkness
but just for a moment...
before or just after the whirlpools
draw me too deep within
Untitled smiles cost nothing but well done ones leave a feeling of guilt.
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in a soft windless steady rain
There is still the first rule
The world reinvents itself
in a continuous pulse
without first step
or torch with blazing light
in song
from the universal note
a human body of liquid time
controlled by the Earth
beside me in electrical charges held in blood acid
beaming warmth light moving my lips eyes like tides
A thousand emotions into a version of the past I forgot existed.
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