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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 1 year

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Shallows and Depths

So nice to stand upon the shore

And in the sun just watch the waves

Their tidal dance with glints galore

Giving eyes and ears all they crave

But more tempting still to dive in

Or just to wade into their flow

And feel the chills and churning din

Of the breakers and undertow

That promises a weightless world

Where movement surrenders entire

And we are tossed by forces curled

Like kites upon winds made of fire

From one feeling’s flame to the next

Never held by one sentiment long

Never hurt or scared or vexed

Nor confined by some right or wrong

Only a traveler on a train

Bashed on sand or lifted up high

Moving from delight and from pain

But always spared the cruel blank sky

That stares at us expecting motion

For heavy is the head that’s crowned

And lighter is enthralling ocean

So why not live a life spent drowned?

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 1 year

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GHOSTS

We all have phantoms in our heads

Unseen shades that whisper fears

And secret threats that cause us dread

Echoes of our most painful years

They live hidden in our friends’ names

And between the silence of words

Filled with semblances of shame

A blank page where our sins record

Every possible retaliation

And each awaiting knife that aims

For our backs in retribution

These ghosts insist we are the same

As we were at our worst, no change

Allowed, no improvements made

No matter where we roam or range

We’re always back within the shade

Of graves we’ve dug and gallows hung

Suspended on anxiety’s tether

Hearing lies in each song sung

Forever under gloomy weather

No break in clouds our own heads carry

The new day’s sun just seems to taunt

That we can work or simply tarry

But make no home that ghosts won’t haunt

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 1 year

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ANTICIPATION

All obey the turn of the clock

That robs us of rest and taxes dreams

Forfeiting joys as others mock

The hope that life’s not all it seems

They tell us we have yet to earn

The value that will give us peace

Instead demanding at every turn

We jump through hoops without release

Save for the promise of a break

An instant we can be ourselves

We pray that work our souls won’t take

That we’ll find a way off the shelves

And get to jump down and just run

To somewhere there’s no clocks or walls

And rediscover childhood fun

Without the fear of stifling halls

Or little boxes we must fill

in order to feel fed and safe

Spending time, surrendering will

All for the faith that we’ll escape

The very cell we build until

The Reaper folds us in his drape

And steals forever what we sought

The very thing we strived to gain

A life lived knowing that weren’t not

Just empty hours and worthless pain

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 1 year

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MISCHIEF

Once a day is going just right

And evening warmth embraces

My mind, in dark, takes on fresh light

Unfettered by toil and chases

Now it can run naked and free

Escape the gambits others play

Telling me who that I should be

Grasping me so I cannot stray

Even though it’s what drives me away

I fly best with one at my side

Who does not scold or seek to trick

And never demands, begs or chides

Or makes their mark an insult’s prick

He knows my soul is meant to fly

Slipping out windows, prying all locks

Defying the boundaries life imposes

And soars with me above the dull flocks

Freedom sweeter than wine and roses

This errant journey is true romance

Where embraces hold but don’t hold down

And mischief conducts our merry dance

Above the nattering of the town

How they talk of our footsteps’ echo

How they wonder on how we soar

Through heavens medieval and art deco

Simply by denying life’s a chore

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 1 year

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MAGIC BEANS

Daily they bargain for magic

Some straw or beans to plant and grow

into a fantasy less tragic

Than the bitter few seeds they sow

These dreamers who wish days away

And counterfeit the hours they spend

Mistaking fear for love and for play

And inner demon for true friend

They riddle the mirror, trust the troll

Who swears their poison’s made of gold

And that fresh wounds make their heart whole

They feed its fester, grow its lack

In hopes that rage will lead to peace

Forgetting that there’s no going back

And lying leads to the Golden Fleece

That comes at the most horrid price

Of what could be if one had been kind

And instead of tricks had just been nice

Embracing truth, which guile can’t find.

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 1 year

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DOLLY DAYS

Dolly daze spent in pink haze

Of blooming petals and rushing heart

And in the glamor of shopping craze

My Keeper near for our games to start

For at a whim, the play begins

Ribbons are pulled and bows untied

Glasses steam and shoes get wet

As tears and gaps are found and pried

Then dolly’s posed and bound and set

In every shape of slick, tan lust

Spread or curled up, splayed flat and wide

Flesh poised to do what tense flesh must

Hips a saddle for bumpy rides

Harnessed by hands and held by straps

Dolly’s glister outshines all gold

Polished by spend and shined by slaps

Her perfect form is passion’s mold

A pose attained in climax throes

The flashing thrash when two are one

And no thought dwells on fret or woes

Only delight of dolly undone.

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 1 year

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Cocaine

The rush of a maybe that suddenly is

The pulse of a never that certainly could

And then the skin tingles and feels like it’s his

To do with and play with however he would

The flesh of the breast becomes one with the heart

The heat between thighs seeps wet as a hive

Honeyed with clinging and eager to start

The game of the body where souls truly thrive

It must start and can’t stop and yet always will

No hit lasts forever, no line left uncrossed

And sleepless I thirst for the next pale thrill

My kitchen’s a mess and my sheets are all tossed

I’m hungry again for the senses to feast

To fill where I’m empty and complete what’s undone

The warp of my heaven as base as a beast’s

Who obeys only appetite and lives just for fun

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 1 year

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DAWN REVELATION

A break in the rain, sun shines through

And reveals a way to see clear

How often I shine bright for you

And you, and you, whomever’s here

To talk to me sweetly and praise

The art I make from how I look

The curvy purpose of my days

Pursuit to be taken, from which took

My value, the price of your chase

The touches that tell your desire

The gaze you spend upon my face

The worlds alight in your eyes’ fire

They give shape to my warm, safe home

They set me snug on highest shelf

Where I can view where I’ll next roam

And in losing you, find myself

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 1 year

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Dusk Reflected

In the glass as a long day dims

I see truth cast in vivid form

Aspects once fair now looking grim

Stripped of all the morning warm

Doubt rims the gaze that shone so bright

Worry lines my confident smile

Fevered passions glow in rose light

And noble vows on conscience pile

To weigh my features with a frown

And force my gold haired head to ponder

Who by lifting up, I’m letting down

And whether it would be best to wander

Departing from the house I’ve made

Memories haunting every hall

To some new street or untrod glade

Before my esteem might tip and fall

Away from habit, away from chores

Out from duty and escaped from trust

To someplace never seen before

To avoid the loss that always must

Visit me when the sun’s all gone

Leaving me alone, without eyes

To light my midnight into dawn

My sole friend, reflection’s lies

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 1 year

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A Nightmare’s Thrall

While all the tall try and fall The shadow is tallest of all A man but monster all the same A goblin makes a girl his game My body a toy dragged under the bed Played with by green flesh and eyes of red Knob-knuckled claws that pry my thighs Sticky tongue spearing so deep inside Wriggling and digging, that slimy spade Laps the tender pouch where babies are made Tasting where his heavy seed has stormed Flooding and filling where life is formed Where innocent eggs had made their bed Soiled and warped to something else instead Stained by sick seed from pink to green And now, in me, grows things yet unseen A new shape to life will make me swell Tender in places, and leaky as well The way my goblin master likes me best With dripping thighs and milky breast And what he loves is love to me Our two pairs of eyes but one way see And racing hearts run side by side And souls of sin no longer hide I no longer wait to be condemned To be run down, my passions hemmed To give my all just to be judged By brittle men with egos smudged My goblin’s ego is smut-coal black He only wants me on my back Or on my knees with throat deep stuffed Or on all fours, or bound and cuffed When lost to lust, I belong to him I obey by following any whim For every sin shares his name Gluttony, desire, greed and shame Surrender to them makes me his slave Too happy to care, too spent to save So I am free as nightmare’s thrall No longer stifled, I give my all My goblin master takes the whole My total devotion without control

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 2 years

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Lust

A craving, a suffering

The lamp of the self

That burns reason to ashes

Enflames the senses

And is doused so quickly

Extinguished with just a breath

Inspired by just a breath

The right word, the wrong one

A certain scent, a sheen to the skin

A circle of hips, slip of the lips

And lust unlocks, stumbles up and down the spine

As dumb as any hunger, spilling all over the body

An ape dressed up as an angel

That froths and flings the soul about

And beats its chest for attention

Only to flee, fatted and slow, when sated

Leaving the mind to pick up the pieces

Sweep up the spoor and shredded clothes

Sift through the cinders

To find some ember

Some ebbing gem of golden light

That might reveal why it all happened

What it all meant

And perhaps might singe the flesh

Leave a scar

And whisper the perfumed promise

That it might all happen again

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 2 years

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Holly

Merry are new beginnings grown from a seed of love.

Bright are the leaves that shine in the darkest places.

Sweet are the berries that bloom like eyes open to all the world’s wonders.

Tender are the branches that furl around the warmth of my touch.

Dear are you, whose first music was my heartbeat from inside.

Love is your name, and life is your meaning, my fondest creation, my

beloved Holly.

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 2 years

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Broken

Hush little Petal Don't breathe a word Of all the curses And cuts And threats You've heard You've heard All he said And he said And the others said You would never be anything So who is she? Who is this? This part of you pressed like an olive From out of your body and was her branch broken? Born broken Broken piece Of you Broken Like his furniture on his lawn Like the promises and rose stems The car windows and the engagements Like the text message threads That once lit the hours after midnight stretching the night like a star And like a star Now vanished like it never was Like her last name Like her meaning An emptiness Like the one now inside you That was always inside you Is always inside you A mirror Filled with meaning only when filled with another A mirror In the darkness Within the locked room Of an abandoned house In a vacant town That shapes the wind like a slit throat So it sounds Don't you cry He loves you and so do I And nobody hears

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 2 years

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JULIET Or, a rumor in a dream. A figment.

JULIET

Or, a rumor in a dream. A figment.

In Cedar Creek, did Juliet

A stately pleasure dome decree

While hate, a jealous river ran

From those that ceaseless plot and plan

And sleepless forever be

So twice five alts they each shall make

To earn her trust and then trust break

And there were suitors, amours and beaus

To lure her secrets and real life facts

And ruin her with relationship throes

But poorly did they hide their tracks

But oh! All could dethrone or sully her none

Or pierce the veil athwart her cedarn cover

For much as liars and fools may have their fun

And post their slander, and foul mouths’ run

Not one could claim her confidant or lover!

And so in envy each was seething

Powerless and mad beyond point of breathing

Their futile rage made their hands forced

Revealing threats from black hearts burst

Pathetic and naked, their mean souls flail

Louder the more their intentions fail

To ruin her name or reputation sever

Or poison her course on the Cedar river

Hither and yon these mean spies ran

Each jealous woman, each pitiful man

And sank in tumult and clamor together

And mid this tumult Juliet heard from far

Enemies from past Sims prophesying war!

Their wish for a filthy dome of pleasure

Projected on her to drag her back

Out of her haven and from her leisure

So the pot could call the kettle black

It was a din of dumb device

With no more traction than a block of ice!

A damsel with a RL man’s name

And faithless husbands by the dozen

At last had only themselves to blame

For their failed gambits to defile and cozen

Juliet, who remained immaculate

Still brighter than them all put together

And famed beyond these reprobates

Who wound up trapped in their own scandal’s tether

That with slander loud and long

Cast a spotlight on their own affairs

And clearly sang the guilty’s song

By overacting the innocent’s airs!

And now all cry, Beware! Beware!

The pervs are caught in their own snare!

The ones who smelt it, dealt it, and reek

By which the deviant truth will out

Despite their position, roles or clout

Exposed from their Dens to the banks of the Creek

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 2 years

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TIDES

Waves are weird. Here's how they work. Gravity tugs water in one direction. The water and the seabed, tug it in another. The result is that beautiful, dramatic curl.

We saw it in action this week. It was a quiet week for me. As silent as the surface of the Moon, you might say. Peacefully, like a leaf in the wind, I moved many of my things from my dorm to a new educational institution where I'll be taking ecclesiastical courses. For me, it was a weekend spent painting walls, ironing my skirt pleats, and dancing with my new friends.

Meanwhile, on the seafloor, drama was stirring up a murky foment. As I weightlessly coasted into my future, others were dragged into the past, rolling in the muck and mud. The tidal bed in question was the infamous virtual-secrets.com.

And the question, in this case, was who posted a nasty image calling an ex of mine a "crazy person." The post - an image of his driver's license - wasn't all that inflammatory compared to the fare that catches fire on that site. The most surprising thing about it to me is that his height was listed as "6'1". But I knew that it would be a cherry bomb in the toilet of the community where I grew up. I was right. Comments about it exploded all day long. What I didn't predict, was that most of those comments were about me.

To get one thing as clear as the stars right now, I didn't post it. And I didn't comment. Yet every time anyone commented, someone else commented to accuse them of being me and to air their grievances about me. It went a little something like this: Someone posted to blame Penny, a former friend of mine, for the post. So, Penny blamed me for being the one that blamed her. Then someone else anonymous stepped in to laugh at the whole thing, and got blamed for being me. And then, two more people stepped in to call the whole thing toxic and dumb, and both were accused of being me.

And where was I? Okay, I admit that I was laughing from the sidelines, at some points. But for the most part, I was decorating my new house and watching Apple TV. Mythic Quest, folks - not to be missed!

This is all to say, like someone accused of being me once said, everyone should settle down. Like the ocean, tides change. Yes, to those still wrung out of shape about past relationships and insecurities - those trapped in the undertow of the moment - all that drama feels immediate and violent and painful. But when you see it from far above, the tides look peaceful. They look like brushes of paint. We fall asleep to the sound of waves.

So, I find peace in this. I hope everyone else does too. I would echo the song that the waves have sang to us since we were first able to hear and will sing long after we are gone. It has one melody: "Move on, move on, always move on."

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the-blog-of-petal-leaves · 2 years

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Sunflower Seeds

Sad rains fall in the Ukraine spring Hail of steel and innocent blood As storms across the globe must bring Nightmares, panic - tyranny’s flood In the land where the sunflowers grow

Yet remember seasons turn cruel From winter fire to springtime ash Summer freedoms to fall’s harsh rule For change demands that worlds must clash In the land where the sunflowers grow

So tuck your thoughts of lives now lost In blue-heart blankets, crowns of gold Brave fields are earned at such a cost Today’s price, but the story’s old To the land where the sunflowers grow

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