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Portland, Maine -Donovan Woods

there is always tomorrow,… that’s the beauty of life.

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The Spark – Joshua Hyslop

… always searching.

… mostly wasting.

… deeply draining.

… learning.

… playing.

… hoping.

… living.

A wise man once said,”The only way to be found is to get lost in the first place.”

Perhaps, light only after the darkness is the true nobility.

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Always – Tyson Motsenbocker

She owns the fragrance, she is a flower. She needs no makeup, no makeover, oh! She knows her shit very well.

Honest words, she is my only get-away.

She is my reason to be. She is, why I.

And her smile,..  it is just magic. Period.

, … sometimes I wonder what good did I do to have deserved someone as godly and as rare as herself.

I hope she exists.

xx.

 

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Shiver – Lucy Rose

For as long as you are working hard, keeping yourself fully invested in creating the future.

For as long as you are thriving, rejoicing the ruse of  ‘now‘.

For as long as you are humble and kind all the way, one day at a time.

For as long as you are deeply honest with your emotions and the feelings —  happiness or be melancholy.

For as long as you are not fighting with your own thoughts.

For as long as you are growing gracefully despite friction of struggles and betraying fate.

For as long as you are warm of winter and chilling wind of the long summer.

For as long as you can’t afford the nuisances of taking yourself too seriously.

For as long as you are rocking in your natural identity — your soul, the bones, and the flesh.

You are doing just fine. You are doing the right thing.

 

Rightly so, “Dogs … are constant reminders that life reveals the best of itself when we live fully in the moment and extend our unconditional love. ~ Maira Kalman”

 

p.s. for now, Now is all you have on your porcelain plate.

Enjoy the cuisine, recklessly, like it is all you care.

 

 

 

 

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Forever Ago – Woodlock

 

It was painstakingly arduous to not get … or expect attention from him.

The man spoke little but then clearly communicated through the depth of his eyes like never seen before.

He was the cool wind of the summer heat. Rare.

Only by his being in-front, I could feel it with all my senses alarmed, rested, and wholly invested; he is a whole different person than anyone I had confronted by far.

He was a bird alike. Calm, .. still flying. Free.

And then I heard, he writes about bold blood and the musing of hearts. The cruel darks and the ecstatic whites.

His undemanding pull was obvious.

And I knew it was ordinary.

Above all, he wasn’t perfect. He was him.

 

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Your Song – Rita Ora

I am a good person who sometimes hurt the other ones — mostly unknowingly.

I am a human. I am not immune to making mistakes.

I am not perfect, I understand I am a lifelong learner.

I have likes, dislikes. I am just an ordinary.

 

I am a boy who is still learning to be a man.

I am an ice cold asshole. I am warm who can have you forget the sun, the stars, the burns, the fire and more or so this unrelenting time.

I am the tears of joy. I am the smiles. All the sadness, all multitude of heavy heartaches.

Captivated. Free. Exhausted. I am an active volcano.

 

I am annoying. I am among the dead silenced.

I am the cursed insomnia for you. I am the delicious sleep you dream.

I am masked. I am Unmasked too.

Messy. Clean. I am the catastrophe. The best too.

I am all, I am. Everything. Unsaid.

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Don’t Lose Your Love – Ivan and Alyosha

Wrote a song for her.

Folded with  yellow   hearts on top of my heart, with all that’s left to be given.

Enveloped discretely, perfectly sealed.

Keeping this safe for some time now for no one should know. Not one soul.

Enriching, reminiscing, enchanting encapsulating all my benevolent feelings of love with love to the only love of my life.

This night, … I wrote for her.

Couldn’t agree more when Leo Tolstoy went to write,“Future love does not exist. Love is a present activity only. The man who does not manifest love in the present has not loved.”

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Must Be Good – I Said Yes

a long country road ride,

the singing wind,
with favorite chips and snacks,
with drinkables of choice cased in an iced portable,

with right songs like this one on the radio,
with silenced silence of all mind, body and the soul.

with meaningful breathes,

with the dancing heart.

I.

… there the perks of being in the moment,
there … the chaos of loud imagination.

must be good.

must be good.

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Just The Same – Bruno Major

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vB6fzH0EsM

Great knowledge comes from even worst of origins.

I learned that pain is humble.

I learned real pain is not porn; never a disgusting stunt and not a fake bait.

I learned pain tastes bitter, breathless but she is always 100% loyal.

Pain is not joy but shouldn’t be too much a depressing mouthful either.

Learned, what comes after it must not be any amount less than the universe, any amount less than spectacular.

Her. I, the sinking Titanic.

I don’t blame her. I can’t.

But most sincerely, she was the epitome of my most beautiful pain.

She was my fire.

And like I said,

Great knowledge comes from even worst of origins.

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