I wrote this in April 2015 but it feels appropriate for today. See you next in 2016.
xoxo
Hasty
After all the kicking
And our bones
Are finished breaking
After all the cutting
And our souls
Are finished carving
After all the crying
And our tears
Are finished shedding
After all the burning
And our bodies
Are finished dying
Your name branded
Deep into my skin
I’ll follow my heart
And discard my sins
Surviving this fall
To fly once again
And I will be new
And I will be love
Thank you Lizzi for adding to this piece.
Then there will be peace
And our hearts
Can begin healing
Then there will be hope
And our minds
Can begin thinking
Then there will be freedom
And our souls
Can begin enjoying
Then there will be sunshine
And our selves
Can begin LIVING
Your name is embossed
In the cells of my skin
I can’t count all the ways
You and I are akin
We can fly; we can fly
My friend, let us begin
And we will be new
And we will be love
So seriously *WOW*
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This is just beautiful. 🙂
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How do you do this, Hasty??? Unbelievable choice of words put together to make magic. 🙂
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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Then there will be peace
And our hearts
Can begin healing
Then there will be hope
And our minds
Can begin thinking
Then there will be freedom
And our souls
Can begin enjoying
Then there will be sunshine
And our selves
Can begin LIVING
Your name is embossed
In the cells of my skin
I can’t count all the ways
You and I are akin
We can fly; we can fly
My friend, let us begin
And we will be new
And we will be love
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The most beautiful 🙂
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Us.
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So beautiful, Lizzi. You two slay me. So so good.
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Thank you so much, B, because YOU are so good, too. I think I’m more often moved to poetry by Sunset than anyone else. And you might come in a close second 🙂
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Yes
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Sorry hasty, oops not!
https://jensenempire2551.wordpress.com/2015/04/24/poet-thief/
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Just beautiful Hasty… ❤
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Just clicked back and found this again today. I love it. And I love you. Can this be in our book?
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Words from a song:
“We’ve all been given
Another new morn.
There are poems to write
And songs to sing”
[Bonnie Kolock, “Another New Morn” – Alas, the on-line track with the title plays the wrong song.]
Two friends and a conversation in verse celebrating change and growth and love. So beautiful!
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Poetry, full of years of experience,
heart-break and blood-shed
and a taste of anger with a sprinkle of pain..
Bringing it all together,
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creating agape love…
hugs chris
Ps; seeing you two ladies on one page fill’s my heart with a joy that no other has ever seen!
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Thank you for all your amazing posts! Happy New Year! G-uno
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Beautiful and fierce writing.
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sniff…
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Beautifully expressed.
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Love it!
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