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Endless

Love for me is an eternity on Mars where

There was hope for life but

The red dust still thinks it can transpire   

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Six word poem

Patience is the gift that reveals. 

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Cherry Tree

You are 

    The seeds that I carry in my pocket 

On the way home from the shore

     You blossom in every way that nature will allow

Up, out, strong, rooted in the country ground

     A cherry tree that sings in the spring

And hugs me in the winter when 

    I pass in different realities

And come back as simply nothing

But you love me all year round

    Your leaves are used for tea 

To heal my wounds and soothe the nerves 

    That sometimes steal life from me

So, thank you Cherry tree

For all you have given me 

    I have never been more humbled

Than by what has given back to the world so

    Endlessly 

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Time Frame

I am old and I am new

Elastic brain puts down the plastic frame

That keep us from the beauty born in the raw

If I am old, and if I am new

You can surely find the present

In someone called "you" 

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Believe

When asked, "What do you believe in?"

Do you ever secretly think, "Myself?" 

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Six word poem

I long for a familiar you

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Budget

I am always on a budget

A budget to love, a budget to curse, a budget to scam, a budget to get away with all of the things that I want endlessly.

I am a musician on a budget.

I am a college student on a budget.

I am an overweight, love hungry girl who is on a budget and I want to spend what I do not yet have.

I want to spend erroneously, unforgivingly. I want to spend until I completely spent and can replenish the mind.

Replenish my mind with the time and money I have spent but has given back to the earth in harmless ways and most of all, provides me with a surplus that I initiated.

KS

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Reflection

I look in the mirror

Venture through the things I don't understand

This way, that way,

Each dimension like a different pulling hand

But I stop and decide to leave

Because I remember it is such a cheap way to feel 

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1492

         Transient immunity

Resting between each community

Insisting on continuity

Bleeding that will never heal wounds

Etched in our sea of graves, forever to loom 

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Happiness

  What is it to feel this elation

            That resonates above a dream

and keeps grounded

            Reality?

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Which West?

Cowboys, rancheros

Train tracks and steamboats

Mississippi to California

A journey – a great one – indeed

But if I pulled the blanket of the Dead Sea 

To tuck myself in at night,

What would the other side tell me

If I said that everywhere is West of somewhere,

and its Eastern sister the same?