Focus

I won't be at the event tonight because I have to work so I emailed Jim, Bernie, and Chuck...



Hello Chuck Bernie and Jim! :-)

I wanted to send an email since I will not be able to be in the meeting tonight. I was thinking last night after talking with Javier and Matthew about things in me that I am so thankful that from the very first meeting I have always been with you guys. I came into that room not 100% sure if I would feel what was going on but I knew that I had to at least see if you really matched me.

I remember how much I felt being able to express in that very first meeting things about my differences physiologically that I never spoke out loud because my mind thought it was crazy. You guys make a safe place, and I love that!

Yesterday I posted on facebook the poem that recited the very first meeting back in December and I feel it even more clearly now than I did then. Sure, I have splits and places to break through and cross over just like everyone, but I am so glad that I have always had a clear focus: Bernie, Jim, and Chuck!

I am so glad that I have you guys and that with your guidance I am able to be more and feel myself and just do more in life and LIVE MORE! THANK YOU SO MUCH!



I will miss everyone tonight while I am at work.



Love and hugs,

Miouo

poem: concerto

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this is that wistful note to the last song you will ever hear
and realizing that forever will be in silence without music
this is that heartache of ages where there is no hope
and afterlives are carved from dreams of "a better place"
they all want to be there, away from the simple thing called life


who the fuck broke our souls into these tiny pieces?
rolled over our best selves and drowned peace in lies
how did we get left behind to fend for something unknown
so I know only my skin and am only acquainted with my bones
I choose to hear the song in the flowing of my blood


this is my tune and I will never live in silence with this
there will always be rushing and beating and breathing
no one but me can take away the drums of my own flesh
I am the one who owns this eternal symphony of self
and I will stay here in my body to conduct the opus




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things that make poetry hard to read or listen to... so much death...

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From Facebook:




The Puddle
5/4/09 at 12:37pm
by John "Survivor" Blake



And when I stood still for the sun
I began to soften, felt cracks fill
with skin melting into itself, saw
the curb rising as I sunk, raised

my palms to see the lifelines
bend and blend to show me
how all lives have this shape,

So I lye on concrete, a puddle,
and the sun stroked my face
until the sky called my name
just before I poured over
into the gutter, short

of staying in the street.

I evaporated, rose
to see this world from
a God's view, what
I could never see
from the planes.

I don't think Heaven a place

Heaven
is the perspective given
to hearts willing to die

and live another life






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N M Nance at 12:52pm May 5

beautiful poem even though I don't agree with having to die to live another life. I believe in being constantly reborn in the skin your in and skipping all that dying nonsense.

but still a well written piece of art.



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