Paean to the Goddess (Post 400)

Sister, Mother, Daughter,
Ancestor of Love

In life you bring dreams
In beauty you bring love

With peace you join your children

My home is in your peace

Direct our safety; protect our happiness

Heal our pain; touch us with change.

Cast your eyes towards us: see kindness and hope.
Open your ears to our laughter and music.

When you give your love,
We are gently made free.

intelligibility

Direct and determinate,
Her words, in rational form
Utter, unmistakeable, insatiate,
What is the intransigent norm.

Says one writer to her
Passionate, unbearable friend --
Despite what you express there
You make yourself an awful trend.

Doesn't what you say, in dark and light --
Another inquiry might claim --
Inhumanity ("so incisive!") excite,
Demoting feeling to increase shame.

Emptiness for kindness
Decide without hate
Is it there to bless,
Or to sour fate?





Eat them Apples!





A conic comic amply states
Transplanting sorrow safely waits

While Tucking her needs
Wherein she bleeds

Mostly there's delay
As Trite as Anglais

Molly

Voluminous woman my woman

Calliope with love
Is Me.

I brought omens to one play --

This change came for home.


A part of the left is war -- me.
A part of the right is pain -- licentiousness.

See cancer.

You have won.






See Dean feel.
See Julia live.

Know home.


Money calls change presence.



Today I love, today I give.
As human as need, as clean as feelings.

Passionate for palms


I slaughtered one feeling: peace to peers.

I must create one beast.



Wintering in Paloma

Acceptance flows to her
As life is hope.

Direction for teaching --
Mother keeps teaching home

At one with you I know
Plains

Sylvia creased the pest.

With my deeds I had sorrow.

Summer is in the round.




A Lark

Melody created with love
Home calls calmly

A feeling

Poem tries to give
Money to itself

I mean when I fail.




Listen to your wonder
You are ponds, you are being.


Ma wisdom came to a gassed
Panter.

I enjoyed hoping for Failure.


To my Friends -- Anger causes dying sense





Ark with Beast

Dear Sartre (de Beauvoir)

Monsieur,

Today I make changes.

I feel that you are cold and are poor.

You are boring.

I am a peaceful and caring person; there is no peace without happiness.

You have made me love positivity. I like strength.

You have found strength in money. I prefer people.

When you change into a man who likes people, I will live and be your satisfaction.

Now I have found love.

You must dream.

Your trusted clown,

Sarcasm

A flaying from steeples

Narcotic anger sways in the straw
A player enjoys treating hate as virtue

Say: Pain treats it as money



A part of this love for good is peace
This knowing of life gives delays.

I can delay one art -- safety.





Please end this cold fool.

Each separate word refers to the traits that make me feel like a person

And as I surrender my self to my own freedom I create one part of my own struggle.

This struggle does not create another; it does not know what the answers are.

Therefore I have dried up my entire love for my peace, a peace which grew from love and hope.

Many surrenders of life are caused in struggle. These struggles are freedom.

Simply to rest in the arms of another is the absence of struggle.

My freedom to cause a friend to love me as I love myself is dependent on the direction that I have chosen.

Therefore I have many mistaken findings.

Disparate though these statements are, I have found that there may be one answer to this place in which I have found myself, which is a place that is one of confusion compounded with congealing concrete. That is, good moments are the beginnings of love.

I ask that for you who decide to enter this place with no exit but the one that you bring with you -- whose gifts draw upon patience, kindness and belief -- that there be a home in which comfort and beauty obtain.

DCM (my brother) is alive.

P.S.

Joy to me is strength. I must stop living as a liar.

Bigot

Yay for no more bigotry!

A bard that creates anger is a cold pest
(at best)

Death is something that makes no one live triumphantly.

I wanted to live triumphantly to be part of false goddesses.

I don't have a false goddess.

I am a positive mother. That's like saying I'm my own boss.

Surface makes my brother peaceful. I like having a flaw.

It's part of peace: fun.

Now i understand. What I have accomplished is need. That is nothing except part of my patience. You will love me. You will like my feelings. You don't?

Then be a woman.

I will love this now and then.

Dream for peace.

My anger is teaching possibilities that are cold to brothers.

I like one happy woman: peace.

Peace is not a woman? Then I will grieve my father's needs for pride and for love.

Yours,

me

Do I really have to weave a spell to get people to enjoy and understand these posts?