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Camoflauge
They die too loudly here -
a barking, trumpeting sound
that keeps everyone else
awake.
Some say it is the salt
in the water
tickling through the IV
or the televisions or microwaves
talking in each room.
I can hear the hum of metal
each time the nurse
shifts her skirt
or leans over
to tie her shoes.
They come too close
to us,
afraid of camoflauge
of the smell of orange
and then pretend
they did not mean it.
Lunch is biscuits
and rice pudding or
green jello in a styrofoam cup
and a straw
puncturing a carton of milk.
At night we play cards -
spades or hearts
or dominoes with tiles
someone's uncle left behind
or forgot to put away.
And we will sleep
at some point,
some urgent need
to avoid pollution -
a small white pill
hidden under our tongues
for good luck
As we toss under
little fevers
and damp blankets,
pretending the corridors
will keep their distance.
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Literature
Morphine
My tongue swells like a gallows
and sticks to the roof of
my mouth each time I say deliverance.
The doctor says it is only
temporary and that I will
get over it in time.
Some mornings I wake up as a
poet - a random man of bones
and meat, clattering down the
sidewalks, hardly breathing
and afraid to move too quickly.
Once I fried an egg on the battery
of my car because I wanted to
see the summer heat rise up
like angels and tangle in the
power lines, knowing I am God's annointed.
The nurse says it's ridiculous,
that I should know better
that morphine will not kill me
and I can still step on cracks
without the world slipping through
but I won't get caught like last time
because crucifixion is a bitch
and I have nothing left
inside my pockets
for you to taste.
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Literature
Violence
The lovely violence
of your words -
desperate feedback
where I sit on the train
wondering why this city
rolls its streets in
so early.
You were innocent -
except for that sigh
that swung between your hips;
and I swear I
never saw it coming -
blank verse and vowels
left trembling
and all your gods
come out to play.
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Orion
Let the stars make their protest;
let them trip us
roughshod and unkempt -
Orion
is at our side tonight,
and the dust from long ago
settles on this side
of heaven.
The air is spangled here -
it rests upon us
in a silver tallith
unravelling across the vaulted
sky and lingers where
our fingers clasp.
We have lost the moon,
that wanton keeper of lies
and wishes
only virgins make in summer;
and night,  
that naked warrior,
blushes in this unkempt heat
and holds our senses
hostage.
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Flower
I find you unfolding
where the sky meets noon
and all the flowers
bloom -
vivid and indiscreet
like ladies who drink too much wine
at lunch
and blush when waiters
curl their names
perfect and lonely
like birds on the wire...
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Dragon by Scarlettletters Dragon :iconscarlettletters:Scarlettletters 83 24
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Longing
The scent of longing
in this glass -
and your skin,
petals rubbing raw;
the sound of water
on the glass-
your face turning away
as you lick your lips
and my tongue
traces wine
across your hips.
That hush of want
disappearing in the soft crush
of morning gone astray.
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Broken by Scarlettletters Broken :iconscarlettletters:Scarlettletters 148 37 Flowers of Light I by Scarlettletters Flowers of Light I :iconscarlettletters:Scarlettletters 68 20
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The Jesus Thing
I was there
for that Jesus thing -
the trick of light
with the loaves and fishes,
and all the lost souls
wandering far from home
and we sinners speaking
words that never
found their way.
I saw the nails,
the thorns,
the bruises every man
mistook for duty;
the blood that gathered -
solemn and somnolent
beneath the wood and roses -
and that rock,
hanging like a prayer
someone never mentioned.
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Blooms
I like you
underneath the name
and bones that poke
like questions.
You sit too close to me,
knees remembering the spring
and making me ask
why you never let
my skin make yours
a memory.
I will find you again,
hunched over poetry
your eyes holding court
over what blooms
beneath.
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Attention Walmart Shoppers
Each corner of the place
tells me to turn back
(it seems there was an upset
somewhere in aisle seven
right behind the tramadol and tampons
you slid discretely
in your purse.)
Why would I judge you
for that coffee in your hand
or the taste
of rampage left hiding on the shelves?
The stock boy stares at your legs
as you push your cart
past a mother
heaving chlorox
and her babies
in a basket
and wonders if one day
he too will grow into
a man who can
love dangerously.
The cashier
smiles at me
hungrily, fingers cupping coins
into my palm,
my lettuce wilting
in the strange buzzing light.
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Drink The Sea
Tonight, after your medicines
capsize you, after you sink
into the churning depths of sleep,
I am going to walk down
to the shore of the sea,
down past the white sand dunes,
down past sandspur and panic
grass, down to the dark wet.
Whatever chemical dreams
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long enough for me to fall
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I'm going to open my mouth
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I'll drink deep, swallow gallons
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A few more big words
a few more metaphors (all for nothing)
cry a tear of dissatisfaction
cry a lonely discomforted night away
maybe then you'll grow just a little more
little girl with the impossible demands
don't reach out for me, I push away
so sadly I long to just be a friend
and know one
is this where we met before
in the celestial wasteland of all that is now forgotten
is this where we'll meet again
where gods fear to tread and mortal men are flung away
as dust
I am no longer afraid of what may come
I'll just walk through the dark clouds that form
catch the thunder in hand and stop and glance
here she comes in her chariot made of tinsel
driven ragged by cerberus
here to lay claim to all the things she'll never understand
and lay it all there before me
why?
in all your time upon this earth
just how much have you learned
you're still such a child, in so much
that aches at my advance, or any
as I ache for you and I and everything
yes, your ruthless, tragic jesus
(whom crucified himself with no help
with
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Anchors
There are anchors on my wandering feet
The roses you planted have wound themselves up my shins
Leaving their perfume lingering round the tiny pinpricks in my flesh
The scar on your chin has scampered off with my melancholy
And I can't write worth a damn.
And that hairy little paunch is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
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omelette.
sloppy morning kisses and make-up sex without making up your mind, with
your deceivingly sad eyes and all the secrets hidden in between your
limbs.
like strangers exchanging silence in the train, to no avail attempting to
gather the courage to speak, like letters never send and roommates that
don't even know the color of each other's eyes or how they prefer their eggs.
like eggs, enthusiastically clashing our shells together and then
breaking down in a puddle of uncertainty in the heat of a frying pan.
surprised our skin was not thick
enough
and
all
exposed.
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I brought Midnight in a basket
What's blue is gone, what's mourning's wrong
no expression fits the face these days
no stress in stars will spurt its song
no aftermath is left to praise
The evanescent wanderings
come and go, nod and know
show not the truth now bordering
what is dying what drives to grow
Sleep now dismal dears and ears
keep pressed to what is fleeting tonight
those troubled joys those useful fears
that pace the edges of the light
dream on drams of crawling skin
circles all the binds you brought
they will not twine the soundless din
instead they dim the night you wrought.
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Happy 2017

Journal Entry: Thu Jan 12, 2017, 9:19 AM
First of all, a huge thank-you to all who sent birthday and holiday greetings. I do not come around here much any longer, so the well wishes were a bright spot in the gloom.

I do not get political often, but I need to now. I am worried sick about these United States of America. I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that this country elected a reality tv show star to one of the highest positions in the world. It baffles...and angers me. This country crossed its divides and came together on September 11, 2001. It was ripped apart on November 8, 2016.

I recognize the need to cross barriers of thought and philosophy...to heal this nation. But rest assured - if this regime tries to register  Muslims or ban them from this country, I will fight. If it tries to build a wall, I will fight. If it tries to overturn Roe vs. Wade or marriage equality I will fight. I will not stand by and watch what generations have lived and died for trampled under the feet of fanatics. I will RESIST.

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No one has ascended to heaven but He who came down from heaven, that is, the Son of Man who is in heaven. And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up,  that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life. For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.  For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved. He who believes in Him is not condemned; but he who does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. And this is the condemnation, that the light has come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.  For everyone practicing evil hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his deeds should be exposed.  But he who does the truth comes to the light, that his deeds may be clearly seen, that they have been done in God.

 

 (Jesus said this to Nicodemus and the Holy Spirit moved John to record it in his gospel. The reference is John 3:13-21)

 

Now to give you a bit more insight into what God is saying here, because we know assuredly that what Jesus said that is recorded in the Bible (as well as what His Spirit moved His chosen prophets and apostles to write) are the Words of God. The word for “believe” in the Greek is pisteuō which means “I.to think to be true, to be persuaded of, to credit, place confidence in.” And we know from James that belief is not mere mental assent. For example, even the demons confessed that Jesus was the Son of God and knew that it was true, but that doesn’t mean they have everlasting life. For “faith without works is dead.” (James 2:14-26) The angels who do have everlasting life are those who “excel in strength” and who “do His Word, heeding the voice of His Word.” (Psalm 103:20) James also said that we, likewise, are to be “doers of the word and not hearers only, deceiving ourselves.” (James 1:22) So we cannot stop at just believing that it is true what God said, though it is true, and some people take a while to even come to that conclusion, calling the Bible “a book of myths” or “a book of lies.” But that is not enough to save us, we also must do what God said to do in His Word, “purifying our souls through obeying the truth”, as Peter said in 1 Peter 2:2, or even as Jesus says here, we must be those who “do the truth, that our deeds may be clearly seen, that they have been done in God.” As for the angels that sinned, Peter points out in 2 Peter 2:4 that “God did not spare them, but cast them down to hell, and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved for judgment.” This is also the fate of unrepentant sinners, and of those who “turn from the holy commandment delivered to them” (1 Peter 2:21.) So I am just writing these things to you in case you didn’t know them, that you could repent of your sin, and start walking in accordance with God’s Word, because that would be of eternal profit and value to you.

 

With all the love that is in Christ Jesus, and with full faith and assurance in His Word,

Tiffany.

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