Eloquent as the eyes of the ancient soul inside the furry coat. Enchanted presence. We speak of love in deep silence. The cords bright that unite us ignite sense
in a newly opened dimension stories have not degraded, infiltrated squeeze– And moments of my essence have praised words those weighted games of flipping neatly verse
fun. One-sided. My saving grace til now evolves me and I take the leap and how the instantaneous change flowers. Seeds long sown in distant lands rooted here. Feed
the words I bring back overused and trite aim for higher trajectory delight Love’s spun me with intensity and grief. I plunge wholeheartedly. The journey’s brief
and what’s reflected all around: chances inviting you to elegant dances and you in your dirty jeans feel unseen unworthy and you bow, subjugation
trained from birth, enslaved by words. Creation demands: come as you are. Turn off the noise. A single breath with focus conjoins joys. Eloquent as the eyes of the ancient.
Inspired by OctPoWriMo Day 24 prompt millstone, an example of which could be a narrative based solely on propaganda and greed. And when I am grieving that words can so easily enslave, this is my cue to look deeply into me and continue, brave.
Since April 2021, increased cases of myocarditis and pericarditis have been reported in the United States after mRNA COVID-19 vaccination (Pfizer-BioNTech and Moderna), particularly in adolescents and young adults.~CDC
Be brave enough to live life creatively. The creative place where no one else has ever been.~Alan Alda
In the wet dawn the sky has found orange watercolor paints to splash on clouds tinged in the key of praise. I vow this new day to create outside the bounds of the state
on the airwaves supercilious smiles naysay the hearts jab-inflamed all the while banking the macabre profit that anguished slow death brings to germ theory coffers. Wish
to move the pawns around the tainted squares to still be in the game, make changes there simply a symptom sure to bring despair. There’s no reporting system. Crowns don’t care
in my lucid dreams the goddess speaks: quit faffing about, raise up your voice. Commit to your highest trajectory. To be outside the puzzle, my glory perceive.