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I am not content

21 Sunday Feb 2021

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I am not content to fall,
any deeper,  
into the hole in my soul,
which was once occupied by the relationship with you,
my only child.

I am not content to dwell,
any longer,
on that which has befallen us,
respectively,
my dearest friend.

I am not content to remain,
paralyzed,
in a robotic survival,
originating in the grotesque realities of this life and world,
yours, mine or ours.

I am intent,
on creating something,
anything,
other than:

black holes
broken hearts
and trudge.

I may not know, may not see, yet,
this new future,
but I am fervently and passionately,
intent,
on creating it.

One
Foot
In
Front
Of
The
Next  

I am not content;
therefore:
I am intent. 

~Marcela: moving toward that which has eluded me most of my life, 
one well-shod step at a time.

February 20, 2021

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Of a sudden…

24 Tuesday Mar 2020

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As I rummage and ruminate,  
categorize and discard,
too many items,
and thoughts,
long of little utility, 
to you or I,
though stubbornly occupying space,
in my physical and internal environments,

I am thunderstruck!

…with that which we pay lip-service to;
as a matter of course,
in our excessive,
daily rabblings and babblings;
but rarely to never,
truly abide by… .

And of a sudden,
nothing matters!

Nothing;
…with the exception,
of how we choose to utilize,
This Moment.

And of a sudden,
in this temporarily,
to the outside world obligation-less life,

I find freedom. 
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With boundless love,
~Marcela: choosing to live well, in the midst of my own, 
and our collective, uncertainty.  
March 24, 2020.

					


		

			
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Patronizing platitudes

in the never-ending purga(s)tory

of this 24/7 brain

refrains of fl-attitudes

preach gospels of negligence

the screaming human(?) freight-train, coming at me…

borne of DYI privileges,

their self-perceived pre-eminence

will curtail (y)our every freedom

forked-tongues and false images

projected from the box(es)

created by one Oz

this dystopian utopia,

purposeful scheming, corporate fox(es)… SCORE

so cunning so sly, plastic stuffs be (y)our new gods

exhaust the masses

a never-ending chase

of that proverbial dragon,

run-run-run lads and lasses

get your fair(?) share,

succeed-succeed drink up from this flagon!

known as

More,

Stuff…


Disembark that damned freight train,

get up on a swing!

come ride a Unicorn

a true free-for-all waits

stands gesturing wildly,

atop Your very own,

Wing!


Fly you fuckers,

Fly!


Yours, from a most loved place: MyLaRebelSeagull; in this moment, chained only by links that hold the seat in place…

					


		

			
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