Finding Felicity

Find Diana Matisz

Some people would kill

For their right to own an AK47

I would die to myself

For Accurate Knowledge 24/7

When Felicity speaks

I want to penetrate her metaphors

Be the storm she seeks

An intensity she's been wanting more

Than cultural similes

And social conditioning

That won't set her free

To bring

To experience her own virgin birth

What harm could ever come

From awakening love everywhere on earth

Let me beat that drum

If she will let me inside hermeneutics

I do not intend to make her mine

I've already been through it

I just want to know her mind

Her naked soul, her heart

Maybe introduce her to them

Consent and consensus are an art

She speaks of seraphim and cherubim

With her primal urges

If I need her it starts to taunt me

I want her to feel that surge

Of owning herself and in that state to want me

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The 5 People Who Make Life Heaven

They listen when you need to talk Talk when you need to listen They know your darkness Let you know theirs Without judgement and expectation You can talk to them about how you see things They don't get angry or anxious when you disagree Trust you enough to say what they really think Read tweets and novels Never make you beg or grovel Won't allow it Remind you that you're better than that Lay some of their burden on you Let you behind their wall Feel welcome behind yours You feel each other with heart and mind Even if you don't explain yourself They get you You get them These are the ones that make life worth living Make you love to be alive Reflect you to you Teach and learn Some days the lead singer Some days the band These are the ones You can count on one hand (c) Ron Kennedy

Reasonable Words

Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash I married my small town There was no shotgun I had a way out & My youngest son was set When faced with a choice of flight & hoping to find you While hoping you would find me I chose love & sacrifice over poetry Truth is though poetry never left Never will leave Moves as I move But I may have sacrificed Any chance with you I was not afraid to risk All my coin on a pitch & toss Then write 10,000 words That makes a gain of loss I just couldn’t tell what was true You seemed to prefer your solitude Aside from that There was a need A weight that fell Upon some I love There was no providence coming Other than what these hands With what I had in my hands In my heart In my mind With my choice This is not to say no one cared It’s just that it’s ruggedly Individualist out here & the trickles Never get anything close to Raising our boats Some wo

Spring to Mind

Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash This morning I slow danced In secret With the sunrise There was nothing To prove Nothing To win or lose Nothing To hold on to Or let go We just danced Illicitly Guilt-free Forgot reality And any need to be Anything other Than present This morning I slow danced In secret With the sunrise.

Between The Rhymes

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