Lost in Space

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Never is not a length of time
But a condition of the heart that wants to believe
And would welcome help

Understanding has capacity
Yet, will not blindly accept
An old soul you must assure, as you walk it across the street

Fight — innate in these bones
Blood-born, not a choice
The sun will set and rise o’er the strive to set things right

Love is what I was
Love is what I’ll always be
I’ll never understand why you didn’t fight for me

X Y Zenith

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Just this one more line
Just this one more time
But I would have drowned

If you’d meant to change
If it were the day
Strength you should have found

Boundaries are most real
Boundaries helped me heal
Cross none sacred ground

Patriot

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Were I God, I’d think to define, “win”
When creatures, injured, question lover’s sin

“Do hollow smiles somehow qualify?
Or emptiness so plain behind those eyes?”

“A hardened heart, absent a joy-filled beat
Make clear to me he re-mains incomplete”

“Your love, be sure it lingers on his soul
He dreads the days without you he grows old”

“He tallies daily losing you again
Discarded Darling, You were his sole “win””

(America has a birthday coming up.

I’m never one to want to miss a birthday — but how to offer celebratory wishes, given our current state of disunity?

The child of God in me has the utmost hope that Our Nation will heal and become unified. And, the child of God in me sees, too, that what America is holding right now is an over-rated, wrinkly, old flag.

But, Happy Birthday, America.

I love you.

-Lisa Mae

Photo Credit: Lisa Rosier;

American flag flying aboard the USS Lexington when Japan surrendered in 1945; On display at the National Naval Aviation Museum, Alabama)



miracle heart transplant

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there is no Noah-gene abounding of me

no spin of the wheel offering another lifespan allowance equal to what you’ve long since spent

in silence, find truth

there is no infinite number of star-filled skies

no take-backs or do-overs, despite my shouts of forgiveness and this miracle heart transplant

in truth, find silence

Sky Askew

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Where is the what

or the Who that explains

the oft’ fruitlessness

of my overall mess and the how I say yes long before I have said I know why?

When my proclivity

to touch humanity’s

innate toxicity

brings my doom, what is it that lauds me and steals the sharpest wits gifted me?