poetry

His Hands

I stir a pot filled with emotions I just can’t seem to describe

Words boil between my reality and dreams

Biting thru pressed lips

Regrets of what was lost and truly never was bubbling at me- the desolation starts to haunt

Turning off the flame I lay the spoon down

I drift

I envision the grass beneath my feet

Facing all four corners of the wind

The crispness of air- it taunts

There is no outside warmth-only that of my own beating heart

A circle of breeze- the loneliness

I exhale, close my eyes

I catch of glimpse of his hands from the memories I’ve placed

The longing of comfort

The thickness and protruding veins

Strength flowing throw his fingers

The attractiveness of his hands

I want to paint a lasting image

Hmm, I begin to wonder…

I can’t describe why I imagine them when I drift between worlds

The magnetic attraction of this unknown man

He only exists between the light and space in the darkness of my mind

I don’t want to open my eyes

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Art, Paintings, Writing

Trump’s America 

We See the deception of the false reality you’re trying to project and we will exercise our voices to object your unAmerican, racist and ignorant plans to destroy the lives of all human beings, animals, the climate, relationships with our allies, all for the sake of your egotistical God complex.

 You cannot filter what we see and what we can say. 

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Art, Photograghy, poetry, Writing

I trail the sun, Searching for the first glimpse of my moon, For love shines upon her edges, And her craters shadow me from the loss of light I once mistook for love. 

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poetry, Uncategorized

Nobody’s Fool

As painful as break-ups are,

You have not lost at love,

You have won,

Love has defeated the untrue,

Love has opened the doors and windows for the right love to come in,

A love that is meant for you,

Celebrate with your broken heart,

For a fool has let you go,

Your real king or queen awaits the gift of you.

 -hope kenyon 

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poetry, Uncategorized

Hope

It is with the strength of choosing the road less traveled that I, the lone wolf, have learned to turn my greatest fears into hope.

-hope kenyon 

 #love #unity #peace #solidarity #poetry #writing #lovetrumphate #notmypresident #expression #freeverse #hopekenyon #infp #warrior #nodapl #globalwarming #voice #standtogether #standforsomething #hope #wolf #lonewolf 

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poetry, Uncategorized

Courage 

It takes more courage to stand alone without fear, than to follow the pack without hope. 

-hope kenyon 

#love #unity #peace #solidarity #poetry #writing #lovetrumphate #notmypresident #expression #freeverse #hopekenyon #infp #warrior #nodapl #globalwarming #voice #standtogether #standforsomething 

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poetry, Uncategorized

The Morning After

As I nervously watched the results unfold,I felt a part of me die,

Astonished and deflated,

Tears fell from my eyes,

Anger and sadness stirred,

I slept,

Awakened numb,

Fearful with newfound inner strength,

From the ashes of defeat,

A warrior was born,

A protector,

A vision of love,

Together, all of us new warriors will rise and overcome,

With our voice,

We will be heard. As I nervously watched the results unfold,

I felt a part of me die,

Astonished and deflated,

Tears fell from my eyes,

Anger and sadness stirred,

I slept,

Awakened numb,

Fearful with newfound inner strength,

From the ashes of defeat,

A warrior was born,

A protector,

A vision of love,

Together, all of us new warriors will rise and overcome,

With our voice,

We will be heard. #love #truth #infp #notmypresident #protectors #writer #poet #poetry #hopekenyon #standtogether #warriors #unite #beheard #humanity #morningafter #mykidsfuture #globalwarming #peace #voice #neverstopbelieving #fightforwhatsright #imstillwithher #myphoto #expression #freeverse #raw #lovetrumpshate #lightfollowsdarkness #keepfighting #lightfollowsdarkness 

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poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Dystopia

Living in a false sense of reality, Surrounded by FAKE PEOPLE, FAKE NEWS, SOCIAL MEDIA VOYEURISM, DESTRUCTION, Disillusioned by truth, Playing second fiddle to my own life, I began to question where I am and I wonder,  Am I living in a 21st Century Dystopia?

-hope Kenyon 

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poetry, Spiritual Release, Uncategorized, Writing

The Dance With Fate

There lies the dance with fate,I sway in the dust of memories purest hate, 

Passionate anger, I cry,

Buried bones within my flesh, 

I rot,

They hold me back from life, killing my soul, piece by piece,

I have no choice but to let you all go,

To banish you all in forgiveness so that I may live, 

May these skeletons find wings to fly. 

-hope kenyon

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poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Love Story

The sound of his voice bewitched her senses,

Sweet red wine lingered as she tasted his words,

Love traced the edges of her lips,

She desired his kiss,

She wanted to consume a love story. 

-hope kenyon

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Photograghy, poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

The Tides of Passion

The tides of passion have swept me out to sea consuming my heart whole, remnants of my love trail the ocean floor, never to see light again, for I fear sea monsters exist with an appetite to devour hope and I stand fearful once more of love. -hope kenyon

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Photograghy, poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Mother Earth

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poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Love Not Pure

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Photograghy, poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Learn to Swim

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poetry

Summertime Sadness Series #8

Open and delete- Repeat

Open and delete  -Repeat

Robotic just like the love I received 

Delete, delete, every memory-Your image no longer exists to taint my heavenly view

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poetry

Summertime Sadness Series # 7

A familar passage of ale now tastes foul

Its soothing appeal lost

Similar to the taste of the many wrong men I’ve endured

Bitter love lingers now

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Summertime Sadness #4

Winter blues in July

I stand still, facing a wall of solitude 

Boxed in by a world of masterminds 

            The art of lies

Winter blues, winter blues, winter blues in July

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poetry, Spiritual Meetings, Writing

336 Miles Apart

There’s magic in our conversations

336 miles apart

Your voice soothes me

I feel your soul

Like a calming sea in the distance viewed from the shore 

We are connected 

You are air

I am water

You remind me to breathe

I remind you to drink

We nourish each other’s soul

A stillness within my heart traces our boundaries 

I remember we stand 336 miles apart

Yet we are not

We always return to where we left off

Two creatures of the sea

Both near and far

Swirling, dancing, touching

Divided by a wave touching both sides of our heart

Interlaced by a body of water

Drifting together, drifting apart

Moving side by side

Fused by movement

A vision of peace and beauty

Sharing one heart

And I remember

You are air

I am water

Dancing in the sea

336 miles apart

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Music Lyrics, poetry, Uncategorized

Unless It’s On A Wednesday

Sometimes I’m afraid to share
I’m afraid to let you in
Afraid to let you see the songs I’m playin

I don’t want to be judged for my music choices
The current mood I’m in
Or the words I write freely

Music, words, images to relate
They’re just reflectin
They’re just healin
They’re just a moment gettin me through this life

People start wondering if am I about to jump
They starta askin if I’m ok?
Thoughts are just thoughts
Unless it’s on a Wednesday

Move to my right -just feel me
Move to my right – join me if the music is just right
Start to feel the vibes
Let the music in
Move with me
It’s alright- I’m not judgin

Sometimes it’s a good thing
Being who you are
Not who everyone wants you to be
Just be
Just be
Come on just join me

People start wondering if am I about to jump
They starta askin if I’m ok?
Thoughts are just thoughts
Unless it’s on a Wednesday
Unless it’s on a Wednesday

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