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How to Delete Cookies

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I have swept

mopped

scrubbed

sanded

painted

dusted

my surroundings.

But I need to delete

some cookies

some traces

some crumbs

left behind

inside

of me.

No more compromising

my safety

my security

my privacy

DELETE.

No more tracking

my friends

my family

my functions

DELETE.

No more navigating with cookies

accumulating in my soul’s cache

hogging my memory

slowing my processing

DELETE.

I will browse

freely

clear history

without automated fillers

no exceptions

no extensions

with protection

firewalling my sanity

I will leave my windows

OPEN.

 

 

How to Remove Stains (Part 2)

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Every stroke of the brush

and the roller

up and down repetitions

hour after hour

permanently covering what was

revealing the beauty of what is.

A cool shade of grey

calm shade of blue

no signs of stains streaking through.

Organizing years of chaos

final phases of renewal

unidentifiable junk

unattached cords

broken bulbs

solicitation mail

forgotten dreams

trashed.

Photos

permanently stained

photos

of my babies’ love

photos

family facades

photos

in boxes

in albums

in frames

some display-worthy

some not safe for home

some ripped

like the bond

covered like painted walls

poured into drains

like murky water.

Peaceful awakenings

warm greetings

restful nights

stainless

wall-to-wall

heart-to-soul

tranquility.

Finally.

 

 

 

 

 

Tanka #9 Soul Shades

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image

the color of paint

attaches to memories

stains the soul’s canvas

until a new artist strokes

tints and shades of beautiful

Hope Blowing

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clouds ans sun

Sometimes I walk atop clouds

Where the sun touches me

Outstretched like angel’s wings

Warming my soul

A loving inferno

Sometimes I sift through clouds

Dousing fires within me

That possess the power to burn through

And melt my inner darkness

Sometimes, as faith can move mountains

To let true life shine

Hope just blows me away

 

 

Soul Glide

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spirit dance image

Her feet walked familiar ground

Solid

Sometimes trudging

Crushing gravel

Salt in her wounds

Some days slipping

Risking falling

Through cracked ice sheets

Mirroring chilly depths

 

One day she decided to dance

A new beat

Strummed on her hand

Music they both heard

Killing her softly

Changing her two-step

Turning

Spinning

Kissing in Calypso rhythm

 

A blue night

Breathed its sweetest air

Through the flow of her dress

Parachuting their hearts

Holding hands

Whispering wows on the journey up

Smiling from inside out

Beaming

“I just wanna love you.”

Their feet never again touched

The ground.

She Who Shields

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heart mosaic

The quiet, gentle man who

accepted her past with care

and took none of her present for granted

Took a chance on love

 

Who listened without pause

and tugged at tangled heart strings

Until she found comfort in his hold

 

Who promised he would wait

Who said time would heal

Wounds she whispered through her shield

Doesn’t want to lose again

 

His words were laced in lilac

Whose thoughts simmered on warmth

Who fell in love with her shattered pieces

is patient like dusty shoes

 

Who secured a cozy corner

Between soul and desire

Reserved and protected

for the day when flowers dance with wind chimes

 

Whose hand touched hers

Whose eyes locked in 20-20

Whose affection could mend

shards into her mosaic masterpiece

 

If only for a moment

She would trust his intentions

and return them without strings attached

not spiked with doubt

 

Could he who loves

be loved too?

 

(This poem was inspired by Sandra Cisneros’ poem “Abuelito Who”)

Wounded Woman

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peaceful scene

Healing begins

on my naked

spiritual wounds

with a tenuous band-aid

and unwavering faith

that I am whole again.

Knowing even the smallest peel

of the plastic

around the pain

can unleash volcanic

soul eruptions

turmoil

tension

misdirected blame.

But the woman responds

not the little girl

to claim wholeness

wellness

strength

and watch faith

place a permanent seal

over spiritual scars

that sometimes

bleed silently.

 

Soul Sync

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Visions of us
Like instant replays on my private channel
the channel that plays our song
The channel that broadcasts our laughter
The channel that is rated “X”
For ecstasy
For extreme
For exclamations
Of our intensity
The unexpected
Way that we land
In each other’s embrace
As puzzle pieces so
Perfectly click in place 
The way we soul sync
Eyes lock
Lips to nose
Nose to lips
The way you pull my hips
Visions of us
In loud lust
Silent sorrow
Muting maybes
Chancing tomorrows
For clear visions of us.
 
Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 16