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Her painted smile leaks down into her neck

Running in lines down to her heaving bosom

Part laugh, but mostly wry self deprecating humor

It’s not everyday that she pauses to reflect, but when she does

She remembers being willing

Full of curiosity and joie de vivre

Now all the faces morph into sameness

Before they were special, when she could call them by name

Johnny, Billy, Reggie and Mackey.

There was a time when expectations ran high and she’d dreamed of the culmination of her business.

She didn’t mourn her squandered youth!

Why bother?

Her mother did up and leave her to fend for herself

On the cusp of womanhood, she had been shopped around.

Promising herself five years, the plan was to relocate somewhere afterwards

Far away from, the sanctimonious drivel of familiar creatures

Yearning had settled in her heart these last year’s though

For Johnny and innocence.

She regretted eating Eve’s poison.

 

By Joszann St. John

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Change happens

Everything experiences change,even money goes through changes.

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Forgive the past. It is over. Learn from it and let go. People are constantly changing and growing. Do not cling to a limited, disconnected, negative image of a person in the past. See that person now. Your relationship is always alive and changing” by Brian L.Weiss.


Ever notice,that some individuals are stuck on an old perception of who you are.While family is mostly guilty in this regard, friends and associates often times miss the evolved and improved you.When repeated attempts to persuade them fall on death ears,you move on.Be blessed today!

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She gathers the pieces of a discarded letter

Crushing them in her small hands

An almost burnt-down lit candle on a candle ho...

Up since midnight/

A coherent sentence – evades her

She wants to end it.

Yesterday in the dell/ she happened upon them

Drawn by the sweet tinkling laughter of a woman/in love

It was their own secret place/no one else should have been there

How could he?

Two timing/Matthew Horner

She looks at his photograph hanging in the corner.

He has broken her heart

After promising that they would never part

She has loved and lost

Broken emotions/ and shattered trust

And the tears boil over

Here in her room she mourns

For that which she thought she had.

 

By Joszann St.John

 

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My Social Media Personae

As we encourage and inspire each other through blogging, different social media  platforms and other types of media and art we are changing the world.Transforming our consciousness and bringing back divine balance into mans affairs. It is a movement that has begun, some might say it has been around for a while now.I say otherwise, this global flow has a new sound and a new energy.Changing as it picks up momentum and demolishes obstacles, it refuses to bow to archaic demands.The spirit of now wants change, radical change that can sustain and balance the lives of seven billion people.Though mostly centralized to the youths fringes and pockets of mature ideologies will balance and complement the flow.Some of the dramatic changes we have seen in recent years attest to present reality.The world is no longer the same,it is really a global village now.I will also say that God has his hands smack dab in the affairs of men. Thanks for reading…Ciao

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As the rains come down

The dust that had settled over everything runs in muddy rivulets

Making tributaries as they converge on the ground

Two boys play in the down pour

Their faces happy and full of glee

Wide grins of delight turn into shrieks of laughter

Their wet slippery hands fail to connect 

As they hit out at each other/ in mock play fight

In the overhang of a summer porch the mother watches

Her boys/ pride evident in her beaming smile

A sigh of contentment escapes from her parted lips

While the frown she has carried these past weeks as she waited for rain/ leaves her weathered face

Rendering her momentarily youthful

She lets down her hair

The chignon slowly unravels/ as she runs to join her boys-in the rain.

Joszann St.John

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The branches scratch outside my window

Crawling on the glass/ their weathered stems like bony tentacles

Goosebumps and shivers rack my body  

 Making me numb/ my nerves cold as ice.  

Goading, pushing me to respond to their dare.

I throw open the windows and look up at the moon

As she treks patiently across the firmament on her nightly journey.

A single solitary star stands silhouetted against the bare expanse.

My dad stolen ladder leans outside the wall.

I get on and climb to the top of the sky

Reaching out to take my slice of the moon.

 

By Joszann St.John

 

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Sometimes,

Words weave their mystery around our souls

Wrapping silk threads, like bands.

Strong and enduring with a hint of fragility

Tightening and spinning inextricable bonds

That anchor, linking past and present

As they ground us in the reality of now.

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