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How Do We?????

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How Do We?????

How do we know so much about this place?

Navigating?

How can we jump into water and swim?

Holding our breath?

How do we depart the womb and breath?

Crying?

How are we aware of reality?

Spirituality?

Consciousness?

Life?

Hmmm….

#justthinking

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Imperfect Beauty

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Elongated vines

of her memoir,

Who shall redeem

her feverish essence?

Self-Destructed flesh,

born of contagion,

Hyper-vigilant forefathers…..

A sea shell strolling

along the seven seas,

Meticulously mindless

Swaying along bitter waves,

Mesmerized of her allure,

An enchantment of her Sea,

Only to be entrapped by

her own imperfect beauty…

-Cami*Star

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A fairy Tale As Silly as it May Be

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A fairy Tale
As silly as it may be.

In the Spring of the light,
Many centuries ago,
HER petals fell as
rain bent HER crown,

Darkened skies,
Lightning bolts,
Wilted petals in need
of a bright sky,

A Fairy Tale as silly
as it may be,
Was creeping upon
HER smoltering
deep dark skies,
~~~~~~~~~~~
One Wintery night,
Many years ago,
HIS twigs began to
freeze as icicles
froze HIS crown,

Gray’ish skies,
Bolts of hail,
Crackened twigs in
need of a light sky,

A Fairy Tale as silly
as it may be,
Was creeping upon
HIS smoltering
deep dark skies,
~~~~~~~~~~~
*Two
worlds
collide
into
one*

He drenched her petals,
She mended his twigs,
As
they
intertwined
with
one
another,

A Fairy Tale as
Silly as it may be.

You and Me.

@camistar.com

Raw Love

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Love is raw, deep and full of

aspirations…..

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel is raw

It is beauty and the beast mixed into one

It is heaven and hell at the same time

 

Love is not butterflies in your stomach

it is not googly eyes on your mate

it is not apple and spice and everything nice!

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel is deep

it is a mix of good with the bad

it is calm with a touch of intense

 

Love is not an act of neediness

it is not jealousy and fear

it is not neediness or helplessness

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel are aspirations

it is a pen to paper of goals

it is a cloud full of dreams

 

Love is not what you think of love

Love is a 24-hour job you hate to love

Love is raw, deep and full of

aspirations…..