Petites Pensées

No words can possibly convey

This depth of union

This sweet abandon

This ordained reunion

Sharing every inch of our souls

~ kei
06 January 2016

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Yes, You

Circle back
Drawing nearer
Ever closer
So it seems

I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams

~ kei
10 September 2016

As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.

Aside

So-o-o…

Spammers have reached a whole new low. One would have thought that lower than a snake’s balls in a wagon rut would be the lowest but no.
This AM, I received an email from a friend who died from brain cancer two years ago.
Fuck you Hackers and may the fleas of a 1000 gorillas infest your hairy bits.

While I’m on that…

Ladies, you aren’t going to get anywhere with me if your email subject line begins with “Desperate For..”, “Hungry For…” or “I’ll Keep U Up All Night”.
I really like a woman who can spell if we’re going to get up to some Pat-A-Cake and if you’re desperate… there are apps for that.

Just sayin’…

~ kei
5 September 2016

Drive By Poeting ~ I

“Awareness is your key to freedom” ~ Jen Sincero

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Yeah, yeah… for someone who’s on sabbatical, I post a lot. Hence, a new category for my lightning strikes here on Eclectic Poet and Eclectic Unconfined. Pointe Shoes Punk Rock And Purl is alive and well.

I am aware that a full inbox, now topping 700, gives my Anxiety the emotional equivalent of hives. I am now also aware that not looking at it is the equivalent of an Epipen shot. The freedom to engage fully in my 3D life is immeasurable in its benefit.

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A quick update about the person and the poet and maybe, a concept that could work for you too in many different facets of life. Ciao!

~ kei
18 May 2016