Egypt English - National Harbor - LoveTrip and Merci video shoot

Faux Fur

My fur be faux ’cause I found no need to kill for warmth—we have been graced with the rise of comforts, namely pushbutton heat.

I pay no blood price.

You will not catch me trapping rabbits for fashion, ‘cuz like my diamonds I clean no blood from knives for a good show.

You may spy me in authentic fur—genuine leather maybe,

but know it’s been recycled, thrifted, hand-me-downed or gifted, and to the dear creature who has sacrificed most I offer no price, but many meditations well paid.

You will see me here or there my crown ‘dorned full and gratefully feathered, be kin to know they have long since been pluck from vintage wings, cast down from the plumes of one who still soars the skies or pulled from a shelf of manufactured plumage.

Still, you will not find me cursing the man who captures the doe, or the woman who glistens like pressure crafted stars from a laboring man’s land—no, ‘for every life has a price to pay, every bird a good song—and we all have a measure of heart, no one being’s strummings lesser or grander than the next.





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2018 Manifest


2018 the Year of Manifest

Each year we each embark on is always a year or something…either you fill in the blank, or you don’t, eh. Truth is often we do not fill in the blank, and we end our year with little to show because we neglected to establish a clear vision of all that we desired to see come to fruition. How much we neglected our past year will reveal its no or low hanging fruit come the dawn of the new year—our current year. Let this be the year you move and maneuver in such a way that you blink once and 2019 slows down to roll out a red carpet embroidered in golds and lined with silvers for You.

All that you do and neglect to do will matter, yet, not all that is done will transmute to matter, and still, nothing is ever truly wasted.

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Happy 6th Anniversary - LoveTrips

6 down…and lifetimes to go…

Most days you leave me profoundly speechless,

others—far from a quiet storm,

still no matter, because just like a fresh heartbeat

the winds that shift us keep us strong,

and so long as these water flow between us we will continue to rise like grand canyons.


#titled: Strata

…S. Marie {734}


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The Art of Slowing Down in the Fast Lane—without breaks…

There have been many days we’ve been in the house together all day, immersed in our colliding worlds and it barely feels if we see each other. Then there are days He kisses me for what seems like every half hour or so, and yet still, I feel as though it’d never be enough. We don’t always agree on Netflix picks, and we rarely agree on the degree of cayenne pepper I should put in the tomato soup, but we can concur that it takes hard work, some sleepless and some restless nights, and countless seconds spent staring through our reality at the concrete we once laid today.


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Her Lawless Kingdom | #ClearingDrafts

These walls tremble with silence.
They know nothing of this fear.
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…that fear you get deep in your gut, in the forsaken cavities of the dark part of your heart…that shaky feeling, that familiar voice which whispers “It’s you,       it’s you ripping these walls apart—you pulling down the shingles from the rooftop of our beloved home.”
The first lesson to learn about love is that there is no such thing as a final lesson to learn about love, there are only more lessons to be learned about love.


…and that I will love You throughout all those lessons!

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To Hell with Love - Loveology w/ Egypt English

To Hell and back, with Love

For a moment,

I thought it best to shatter that green glass slipper—instead, I tucked it away, beneath my lonely bed. And at night, I’d dream of the lifetimes we spent dancing

beneath the burning hearts of our ancients,

but I could no longer feel the heat your breath upon the back of my neck as I slumbered. I’d long since forgotten the depth of your eyes, the blessings of your scent invading my nostrils.

Yet, I clung sure to the sweep of your lashes

down my bust

as we lay in that field of dancing Lion’s Tooth.

And then just as sure as the spiral of the Milky Way

You sought me, and from beneath my dimmed prism you pulled the other half of my heart

still beating, and for its price, you gave me back the half you’d carried since the time I close my eyes ahead of you.

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Moored boat - Loveology w/ Egypt English

No Expectations Sailed Real Close to Ruining Fate

I was simply a young woman of many expectations, misguided fantasies, and visions of animated fairy tales fighting a war within my own walls in order to have none only to fit deep into his world so he could fit in mine, and we could moor our fleeting hearts once again back to our first perception of love.

—♥ Egypt

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