We Thought the Same Thing

we watched
the sun set,
our eyes conceiving
the scene
[before us]
they came
and sat in
the same exact
spot and
whispered phrases
that could
mean nothing or
mean something,
but today we
know some form
of the truth,
we would never
forget
and today
I forgot
to dream
in the face
of the truths
the world has
been hiding,
stock-piled
in the backs of
abandoned station wagons,
behind the
bartender,
through that
cracked window
we sat
and gazed
at the hydrants
and the poppies
that had bloomed
in the cracks
of pavement,

and somehow
we thought
the same thing.










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Passing Through

Our lives take turns we never expected. The truth of today is that if we can simply pause, take a breath, and let go, it may become evident that we need not the walls of the past, or promises of the future. We simply need to recognize the greatness in ourselves.






What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
-Emerson

Look how Beautiful You are.




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Things Accumulate.

Suddenly the world feels like the days when I caught raindrops on my extended tongue. Each experience so intensely inviting, and yet spread apart like new life in every beat. I have collected my raindrops in a mason jar, folded into the creases of vibrant magazine stars. Accumulations of silly fears, sweat and tears. When will I allow myself to to unfold them?


Our apologies mean
so much less
if they are
accumulations of
our Fears.

It always surprises me
to find Desperation
in your eyes.

I refuse to uphold
the centuries of
little white lies.
We avoid the truth,
just to keep the beauty
in the moment.
To convince ourselves
that we can feel
and taste
the happiness of
our lives.

Voice

Social issues hushed in Latin America.
Were the disappeared ever real at all?


It is said
women give [and give and give]
voice and expression
to the oppressed.

I find a hunger in my belly for
something of substance. Of value.
That tastes like it smells
and hurts like it bleeds.
For reality, for honesty, for truth.
















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I find you raw and antagonistically inviting. I must read and read and read. I must feel through what you felt, know what you once knew, cry what you once cried.
Live where you once Lived.
What draws us to the horrors of the world? Like an ambulance at a car crash; we can't help but look. But how much do we want to See?


Peace
Mandy