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[lg325]

People
working people
Seek representation
democrat or republican side
Decide

 

[lg325]

Dirt road ,soft sand under bare feet.
Breath the cool air , let it sink deep.
Get away from the sounds of life's beat.
Escape the stress that won't let me sleep.

Sounds of birds and wind in the trees,
calming the mind as I walk in the leaves.
Taking the long way home going as I please,
I am now a better person, having taken time for me.

 

[lg325]

Light In The Darkness by John Ross

“Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness.” (Genesis 1:2–4, NIV)

But the night, it came as mankind rebelled.
And darkness shone, but no one could tell.
For man’s heart was trapped, like in a prisoner’s cell.
And hope ran dry like an empty well.
Drops of water filled the people’s eyes.
And tears flooded out as the people cried.
They cried out for a Savior to save their lives.
And the darkness grew silent as a baby cried.

“The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call Him Immanuel — which means, God with us.” (Matthew 1:23, Berean Study Bible)

And the child grew strong with wisdom and might,
As the people no longer had to fear through the night.
As His light shone — the Prince of Peace —
The darkness came back, like an unwanted disease.
And the Wonderful Counselor fell to His knees.
Born to die, to set men free.
But the Light, it entered the hearts of women and men.
For darkness could come, but it could not win.

“For in Him was life, and that life was the light of women and men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness cannot overcome it.” (John 1:4–5, NIV)

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[lg325]

Covid - Through the eyes of Anxiety
Everyday started out the same before. People would be close, but not too close. We would hug, kiss, and greet each other. Meet with friends and family on the weekends. But now our world is turned upside down. Overnight we were isolated, life held its breath and the world's heart beat stopped. Panic swept through like a roaring river. Shelves were empty. Roads were abandoned so much that my shadow scared me. Masks took over, and breathing became difficult, but the world regained some life while the stench of death coated the globe. People didn't listen, they never listen. The masks were torn away like band aides from and open wound, and thrown away like yesterdays news. The stores became so croweded each aisle was like it was before. My chest tightened. Too close my mind shouted. The woman in line stepped closer. Too close! Back away I wanted to scream. Breathing down my neck My heart clenched. Stop! You're too close! Please I can't breathe! Can't you see? I can't breathe! I am so panicked I can't even breathe right. My heart is so tight it feels like someone is squeezing it, waiting for it to burst! Go back to safety! Please go back to staying away from me. Please wear your mask so I can breathe! Your rights! What about my rights? I deserve the right to a prosperous life, to good health. So why should my health suffer for your lack of care? Get to the car. Lather my hands with hand sanitizer like a greased pig. Get home. Wash hands. Walk into bedroom. Wash hands. Take off clothes. Wash hands again. Put on clean clothes. Take the thirty minutes it takes to calm down from my panic attack and just breathe. Anxiety is not a life long friend, its a foe that sticks to my hip like glue. It stops me in my tracks, covers my mouth, and strangles me to death as I just try to get something from the store. Stay away! Your too close! Follow the rules, wash your hands, six feet distance, wear mask. Follow the rules unlike everyone else. Too close! Stay away! That's what is inside my anxiety prone mind.
Copyright © Scarlet Wolf | Year Posted 2021

 

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Spring time
Colors reborn
Births among natures world
Mothers teach there young ,plants grow strong.
Brings hope

 

[Lilah]

I've Been Marked Down

The one whom I loved most
abandoned me like burnt toast.
Boundless grace I could use
to help me walk in these shoes.

My surroundings are suddenly bare.
My once keen perception has a tear.
I'm not cool anymore.
I'm a mark down in a dollar store.

Lilah

 

[Lilah]

Lexie

She puts on her disguise
behind those turquoise eyes.
She's tall, dark and sexy
This beautiful girl known as Lexie.
She's a hot woman-girl
who entered the stripper world.
Her entrance on stage is always dramatic
as she patiently creates her magic.
She's a maker of dreams, so it seems.
She dances only dressed in pride
as gracefully down the pole she slides.
She's an object to lustful men
as they dig in their wallets again and again.
She's just a girl trying to survive
It's a wonder she's still alive.

Lilah

 

[Lilah]

A Place in My Mind

Lazy rolling hills covered
in spring green grass.
Wildflowers tapering
down the sides of the canyon
hugging the cove.

Salt air tinged with sea,
time standing in the
ocean breeze.
It's like slipping on a warm
comfortable sweater that
fits just right.

Soothing sounds of the tide
fills the air.
A thin layer of fog
wondering up the cliff's
bathing the streets in
a warm bath of mist.

It's a place where a
sunset seascape is
painted in a memory.

 

[Lilah]

My Professor

For a moment I captured your attention
with my words, which were few,
but they roused you into my view.

I've watched you intently in front of the class.
The mere sound of your voice touched me inside.
But, I, a shy flower chose to hide.

Little did I know that you noticed me too.
unbeknownst you cast a shadow in my direction
allowing me to see my burning reflection.

No longer could I quell the earthquake I felt.
I had to answer the question you posed.
But instead I answered, I love you, then I froze.

How does one say I've fallen under your spell?
Your words, delicate and sensual, drew me in.

You're a master of disguise, but I don't care
because you are everything I desire.

A masterpiece, a work of art, that's what you are.
I envy your perfection; your cool way of life.

You are a connoisseur of love with
many crystalized memories in your collection,
but I, too, am a connoisseur with my own
private collection.
Would you like to see my repertoire?

 

[lg325]

Night Sky
Stars tell Drama
Constellation and Moon
Orion follows Diana
Mercy?

 

[Lilah]

Man In The Elevator

The world around me is shimmering
through a hot ebullient glaze.
His mere presence and my heartbeats
are mingling like music.

The bright glitter of sunshine from
his benevolent blue eyes make me
feel as though I've been anointed
in some heavenly way.

He has an irresistible combination of
vitality, confidence, and masculinity
blended like a perfectly proportioned
cocktail.

His faded jeans and t-shirt seem to glow
optic-white against his cinnamon tan being
worn by a body that is athletic and
superbly conditioned.

His scent is intoxicating as he reaches his
arm around me, clasping me against a
wall of muscle, so big and warm it feels
scary-good causing me to stiffen all over.

The drift of his breath against my cheek
is causing me to tumble in the rush, the
voluptuous undertow; the slow rich ebb
of pleasure.

His baritone drawl is reaching inside me
and lingering in impossible-to-touch
places as he asks, 'Pardon me, would you
push floor 19 as I can't seem to reach it.'

 

[Lilah]

Exquisite Barfly

Absent from reality
breathing in and out
white clouds draped
in exotic allure.

Alien dreams consumed
in a vodka martini.
Enlightened meticulous
words eaten with olives.

Sophistication hanging
on a shoulder strap
beginning to fall.

Powerful persuasions
have underestimated
this delicate cactus.

 

[Lilah]

The Cowboy's Wife

As day bleeds into night,
she enters a hideous realm
of broken dreams, broken promises,
and broken hearts.
A place where pain molds souls.

Her bleached blonde hair,
eyes Pacific green,
chipped red nail polish, and
mascara running down one cheek
reveals she is no society belle.
She's a broken-down cowboy's wife.

Poverty has ground her down,
turning her into a pretty lost girl.
Hopelessness has sequestered her
from the sweetness she once knew.

He sees her sitting at the bar.
His heart races as it reacts to the fear
of being rejected.
His swagger has lost its appeal, but
he asks her to dance anyway.

He embraces her with hands that have
been decorated with life's ruggedness.
He whispers, 'I love you Sara Jane.
You're my beautiful wife.
Please come home tonight.'

Lilah

 

[Lilah]

Never Be A Mistress

Please do not follow me as
I have no love to give to thee.
I'll steal your heart making your poor.
Nothing will be left that's for sure.

Where roses and white lilies grow,
I'll bury them under the coldness of snow.
You will be a moment's ornament in my life,
but never will you be my wife.

My sensual fragrance holds delight,
but I'll tread on you in the night.
You are a wild flower filled with passion.
Hold true to your heart, style your own fashion.

If you follow me and take your chances, you
will end up on black skeleton branches.
Never ever dance with a married man.
He will rob you of your soul while kissing your hand.

Lilah

 

[Lilah]

Role Playing

Standing between them is a great
cultural divide.
He's southern rooted,
She's west coast rolling tide.

He's laid-back sipping mint juleps
in the shade, she's brimming over
with pizzazz, loves to roller blade.

He enjoys life reveling at a slower pace,
she's always the first entrant in a 5K race.

How did these two polar opposites collide?
On an impromptu midnight airplane ride.
He watched her walking down the aisle,
a dark-haired beauty with an indelible style.

She had shapely legs that stretched for miles
but not to be outdone by her alluring smile.
As he watched her eyelids lift to half-mast,
turquoise gemstones sparkled
causing him to gasp.

She had noticed him boarding the plane,
A handsome stranger with a famous name.
She asked, 'Where are you travelling tonight?'
He kissed her hand and answered,
"I'm on another midnight adventure with
my west coast wife.'

Lilah

 

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Freedom
speech, press ,thought
Private ownership
Vigilance and education
Protects

 

[Lilah]

Just Breathe

This time was designed
just for us to wear.
Soft puffy clouds
skittering across the sky,
bursting red geraniums
boarding the cobbled pathways
as we stroll arm-in-arm
watching the world go by

Breathe in the beauty,
allowing the electric charge
of exhilaration to pulse
through your body.
We are surrounded by
birdsong and intoxicating
smells of mimosa and jasmine.
We are composing a symphony
with scents instead of notes.

We are completely safe
and protected.
Let go of everything - of thoughts,
reason, time, and simply flow
with your heartbeats.
Illusion is its own reality.

Night is falling and our
picnic in the courtyard
filled with whimsical topiary
and candlelit table is ready.
We have been
transformed into divine
essence, into spirit and soul.
Just breathe.

Lilah

 

[Lilah]

Chasing Dreams

Eyelids hanging at half-mast
Sinking sun, like a ring on a
window shade, pulling night
down over the neighborhood.
My ears resonating the sounds
of your voice, the way
seashells do.
My heart swishing like a frog
kicking off from a muddy bank.
Moving between two elements;
excitement and fear.
If I slumber maybe I can catch
the rainbow of consciousness
in a jar.

Lilah

 

[Lilah]

Happiness shatters
when your own
dreams are filtered
through another's life.​

Lilah

 

[Lilah]

Ode To My Parents

Someone I loved has gone away
taking half my existence.
Their imprints remain all over my heart.
Tiny museums of personal randomness
are all that's left of me.

Their chiseled beauty was made of
silky clouds, stardust, moonlight,
and sonatas powered by the sun.
Memories of them rise up like
a sweet grape arbor.

I wear the perfume of their lives
like a warm embrace.
Flowers wither, but their
perfume lasts forever.
I'm blossoming in the glow
of their auras.

Death is no enemy, but the
foundation of gratitude, sympathy,
and art of all life's pleasures.
Only love owes no debt to death.
Their love will linger long after
the wind has erased their footprints
from the universe.

Lilah