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The Jardinero Black Bean Burger
By The Gaucho & The Gringa
You topped off my summer with fresh, locally grown veggies
Your sweet Hawaiian buns fried in buttery goodness left me heady
Black beans mashed into a patty seasoned to perfection and cooked to crunch
I don't think I've loved every component of a burger so much
You were Made with love from one beautiful soul to another
Goodnight! My summer time lover!
My plate will ever be empty
But my belly full
Have you ever said something and immediately felt it vibrate through your body and into the verse?
When your parent was angry with you, could you feel their words pelt you with rage?
When the love of your life broke your heart, did that final goodbye spear through your soul?
Have you eaten your words, after watching them unfold before you?
Have you been held accountable for those words as a life withers away before your eyes knowing they were the cause?
The person who hands down the sentence never drops the blade
Maybe that's why we think our spoken word holds no power. No merit. Because our desperate cries for help, understanding, acceptance, to be heard. Have been ignored for the wrong ...
"If you're only looking at something from one angle, you can't see it's depth "
Some thing my roommate said regarding a lack of perspective in the world today
I've inspired both myth and legend
Though I may not hold and fold their pages
My enviorment determines my sex and size
Seeing all with lidless eyes
I hug the earth with my whole self
What creature am I?
100th SKYLARK CHALLENGE!!
Fluttering ,Turquoise, Peacock, Racing, Moonlight, Wings, Freckles, Hollow
Racing against a hollow heart
With the fluttering butterflies
left when our lips met
Our world once a float on fragile wings
Twisted and condensed before spilling silver stars across our sky
Our turquoise sunset melted over the constellation of freckles across my nose
As we said our goodbyes
Our peacock eyes
burnt in blazing starlight
Of course I would dream of the world ending..
Just as ours shatters into oblivion
Before our eyes..
We are not the film
Or the image on it
We are the light that shines through it
~Something my roommate said
How is everyone tonight?
Someone i hurt deeply ..
Last person I kissed ..
And someone I miss..
I hoped we could've been the love of one another's lives. I didn't believe much in love at first sight, so didnt imagine id be someone elses.
So few are lucky enough to find the person they'd spend most of their lives with fresh out of high school. I never thought it'd be me. And I never thought it'd be you.
I hoped so badly you'd pick up on the hints scattered at your feet. On the walls. I hoped you'd realize how terrible I am for you. Stable, dutiful, and loyal you.
If only I held those values higher. Higher than the freedom, truth, and love I'd grown with. They've only left me ...
Restless is the night for this lunar hare
Thudding along the dreamy, moonlit ridges of a stirred consciousness
And there i always find you
My nights are riddled with doubt and possibility
Our paths..our forever merged
Adventure burns in my veins
In that way, we are not alike my dove
But with a glimpse of your glistening eyes uncertainty falls short
And I'll roll over and leave my fear on a pillow
I'll bury my face in your chest and twirl my fingertips in the fiery hair there
And drown in your scent to welcomed rest
***in regard to people being treated poorly*** unedited
It's something I've wondered since I was very small. Something to this day I have trouble with wrapping my head around.
But so far, from what I've gathered.
We love variety. In what food we eat, colors, animals, flowers, buffet options..but not each other. More so, when those differences could be perceived as a threat.
Which doesn't take much at all.
To Coupe with our fear, shame, fragility, or covert narrasissum we'll beat, berate, rape, and murder to grasp what bit of power we can. Our problems are every one else's to deal with instead of our own to work on.
How anyone could actually think a being made of the same flesh and blood...
Thank you for your resilience and perseverance up until this point. It hasn't been easy but you've pushed forward best you could.
Thank you for taking a moment to understand another's pov before judging them.
Thank you for all the hurtful things that went unsaid and the positivity and light you share instead.
I'll have more to thank you for soon.
Don't give up on me Just yet..
He woke in the morning, with a blistering headache ,he couldn't account for, crawled between his temples. His amber eyes winced at the daylight that poured from puffy clouds above. In an attempt to hoist himself upright and hands rose to shade his gaze from the day. Numbing agony immediately spread from his abdomen throughout his body. His talonless fingers followed the pain to find a feather, black and sleek bobbing from an open wound.
This world ender..
Consumed by hurt and rage
Set out subconsciously to become what it became
Intention deafened by action left pleas empty on air
And disappointment streaming through your golden hair
People like me, ruin people like you
And I love us both
too much to continue ...
I could not narrow my need to see the world down to one destination. I'm complicated that way ;) here are two.
Barcelona, Spain has always been one city at the top of my list somewhere. For its art and architectire mainly. And drowning in another culture, customs, and cuisine sounds decadent. Beautiful sea side cities capture the heart of the romantic in me.
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And Dádpuszta, Hungary for the Ozora Festival in July. The art installations and structures are gorgeous. Festival folks are my favorite. They've left judgement at home and brought gratitude and love in abundance. I'd graciously attend with friends for the food, days worth of live music, fire dancing, the stories...
"Getting to know you
Getting to know all about you
Getting to like you
Getting to Hope you like mee :) "
Good Afternoon Friend,
Is there anything you like to do the old fashioned way?
What's your go to band or artist to listen to when you can't decide what to listen to?
Coffee or tea? How do you prefer it?
How's your relationship with your family? Do you have a favorite relative? Why are they?
I hope my questionnaire finds you well and in good health.
With hands held high..
into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up
to swallow you
His head pounded like a drum between his temples and jaws ached. Someone saw him, he feared. Peeking behind a curtain or corner.
He thought as his lefr shoulder blade slid back into its original place. So full and drunken he could not have taken another without rest. His ribs cracked ad they repositioned, agony shot through his back making him hold his frame tighter under his denim jacket. Blood and sick all over his sneakers and mud caked into the knees of his jeans. His lungs burned from running...dry heavuing; as his mind tried desperately to wrap it's head completely around what happened. He remembered it all in bursts. The taste of iron rich on his tongue. It was good to feel th...
I'm looking for my tribe
Have you seen them?
We carry the horizon in our
In our eyes
And earthen clay sheath our
Your golden eyes, behind thick, black lashes, catch me off guard every time they meet mine
You always seem so well put together
Your conversation so light and quick, when you scrunch up your nose and grin at something you like
Funny without being mean, without having to mock someone
Confidence never looked so effortless as your compensation for your shape only adds to your air
When you didn't allow someone to discredit your Palestinian heritage because you weren't born there and while being light enough to be called "passable" still called yourself a proud colored woman
With a psychology degree within reach you still can't see how
I fall a little more in love with you every day... And ...
I love the kind of people.
who get excited over
the shapes of clouds,
and stars at night
The ones that watch the lightening stab at the sky as thunderstorms ascend
Late night talks, grinning smoke signals to our mother nebula
And each fallen silence is an easy one
They feel like home
In some regard to being alone.. I've found it can be more satisfying than the company of others. Especially the wrong company. I'm an odd one, and being myself doesnt and hasnt always gone so well. But I'm more sensitive to others than some (to say the least) and it's led me to truly cherish the solitude.
I feared it once, being alone. Company kept my depression at bay...or gave me a reason to smile brighter and face another day.
But it became hard over time seperating the feels of people I was closest to from my own; especially being young and inexperienced yet the emotional support for most family members, friends, and the occasional stranger.
Not that I mind at all being the vault they...