Egypt English - Loveology and love coaching, Life is Fashion

Winter Coats

They keep us warm, shield us from the extreme temperature changes—but I’m burning on the inside.

here and there, you just gotta toss the faux to the snow leave it for the deer to trample, and when they stampede

at the change of season, upon your return take up your fringe and run with them.

—Dance of the woman with 3 left feet

 

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Egypt English - Debt Collector - LoveTrips™

debt collector…

Within these walls only love lives here.

Yesterday I went knocking on her door. The wombman who answered, I felt Her gaze through the peephole—heard Her mind adjusting the locks. “Uh, I’m looking for the backslider…the broken onethe child with the contrite heart?” From out of the corner of my Eye, I saw many fingers falling from inside the window frame and bent blinds mending themselves…and then, I heard a plethora of well-blended voices spring from behind the gold-framed door—”I think you have the wrong house,       she doesn’t reside here anymore.”

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Egypt English - Loveologist, Artist, Poet - Baltimore, MD - Piscataway Country : Re-Drowning

Re-Drowning Myself

Mirrors are fluid and dark. Beneath the liquid reflecting glass is a dark basin. Far below this surface is where I found all that is truly I: you will find all that is truly you—waiting. At the lowest depth of the sea—the place where no sunlight strives to reach there is earth …and there is also life. In this darkness there is no light; and yet, life is created daily, and it thrives for years and years and years with no ceasing—some life far beyond antiquity.

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Egypt English - Loveologist, Artist, Poet - Sappony, Saponi

Mimībikoa

Agínese nañqluba otō çuqe māni hantáowa akatiya

nei—yahan

añktākakoa maqgītowe oñqyāyúñ

akatiya como mi yāñti wagitçiwa tabata hohiowa.

—From {Psalms in the Key of Sapponī}—The Ineludible Purging of S. Marie


I was good

On the icy green mountain water runs warm

here—no

weaves our valleys

warm like my heart dancing down snowfall.

—From {Psalms in the Key of Sapponī}—The Ineludible Purging of S. Marie

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