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Hello!

No I don't remember signing anything , not sure what you mean.

Your ready to take my soul! Where are you calling from?

Hell! Excuse me sir, no need to curse.

You collection agencies are so relentless.

Whats all the fuss.

 I told you sir I am not Ms Roberson , but Mrs Robertson with a "T".

I think you have the wrong person , have a nice day!

Now let me be.

The devil perplexed realized the  voice recognition dialed the wrong number

but loved the ease

 at which he could find almost anyone pretty as he pleased

with the new smart phone he received

after collecting on a debt from an ol chap that  didn't want the hassle of paying the cancelation fee

He made a pack with the devil for that and a few more things.

 How much easier the business of soul collecting was going to be

thinking of them thinking like me

My heart drops when my expectations of others falls short of how I imagined them to act, to think.

 Why dont they do their utmost to care about things just the way I do.

Doing things the correct not incorrect way.

 I know they are capable human beings who can do more.
As if its only a bore.

 Shouldnt they love to do the right thing starting with their choice of words and actions.

How do they sleep after doing all those things.
 Are they blind to the fact that they can see.

 All my precious time spent wondering, worrying, thinking of the way they should be.

 Thinking of them thinking like me.

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 I wrote this after a discussion about whether or not butter was best left on the countertop or in the fridge. One might think this is really not that important unless they were the one who felt otherwise and a light discussion became filled with reasons one may or may not want butter sitting out .Each person feeling that their point was the correct point. In the end the butter remained on the countertop to remain spreadable but also a source of contention. Im thankful we all have our own thoughts even if everyone thinks it would be best they were all the same.

Is it love

It is love , isnt it
the reason for the happy ending
Rays of sunshine across
happy faces

Heart beat races

That scene in that movie
where noses sniffle
Or we cheer , applauding
the feelings inspired

Its hot wired

Sometimes pushed
to unseen limits
by emotions spurred
by emotions spurred
by insecurity , or
notions

Spinning out of control


Needing to know

Is it love

Beautifully Unique

I look in the mirror
imperfection stares back
at me

Bulges, scars, varicose veins
its insane

Perfections pain , why am I so
ashamed

If only I could see
the real person
staring back at me

Beautifully unique

RUSH HOUR

Its always a rush hour ,  red lights growing dim, bumper to bumper , window rolled down , let the smoke roll out hymn, but Id sing it over and over again...Life ..the ride worth sitting in

Mirror

Is it the mirror where the truth lies
or in the strangers eyes

Is truth found in books or through
men? Could it be its hiding
inside ourselves , simply withen

Where the heart beats and the soul
begins

Cynthia LuvbabyLuv

Moments

Moments
make memories roads
to the past

So make each moment
as if it were your last

Cynthia LuvbabyLuv

Grateful Heart

Each day a gift
when opened by a
grateful heart
gives way
to a beautiful start

cynthia luvbabyluv

Gravity

High above a forest with a river running through it a mountain stood as it had stood for years. During one of those years a hawk flew even higher above the mountain with a squirrel held tight in its talons when a small acorn fell from the squirrels mouth down onto a ledge next to a huge rock mass part of the mountain. The acorn undisturbed grew into a tree on the ledge overlooking the forest and the river that ran through it.During a storm a bolt of lightning flashed from a dark sky shooting down striking the tree and cracking the rock mass. A piece of the rock mass broke free tumbling down the side of the mountain near the smoldering tree. it landed below in thicket and leaves. There it sat through the changing of the leaves and then covered in snow then when from underneath frozen ground green shoots broke a man found the rock. He used it with others to encircle a fire pit. It sat there dusty and jagged along with them all. Small hands found the rock. A boy ready to make a large splash. A family camping trip next to the rivers edge needed just that which the rock when pitched did. It sunk in a shallow point in the river just below the surface. its rough edges were where branches and leaves while floating would get snagged eventually trapping sand. the river which once flowed straight past that point started to bend. Fish especially Salmon spawned in the shallow water. Their eggs finding refuge around the rock a safe placeuntil it is time for them to swim the grown fish way towards the ocean or a much bigger place.

I Can Not Say

Today my life is this way, not at all the way i imagined it would be years ago on a certain day

Tomorrow how it will be...imagining....but for a certainty...i can not say

cynthia luvbabyluv

To Jenno , sleep well my dear ol pal

I sure will miss you ol gal

It really was a fabulous joy ride

Heels kicken aw right

We laughed , we cryed

You cooked real nice

I told you jokes til you cried

I sure will miss you ol gal

You were and always will be

one of my bestest pals

Asleep

the blankets , cover up to my neck, warm

His arms strong, closely hold

The heart beat calms , me

The night , dark everywhere

Dreaming , eyes closed

Paradise , only God knows

EGO

It isn't this or that , or whatever one thinks it is except
oneself that is

It is the mind , the matters one thinks are important
but are of no importance

Flattery, self importance me-ism, is that all we really are

One thought thinking, believing it is better than the others

Shock , fear of the unknown, the feeling of Home ...where our
hearts long to go , safety

Nets to catch the falling down, hard ground, green grass there , or is it here

Who really knows .....OR really cares

Shoes

Barefoot Blues

Hot pavement on asphalt black

Walkin the line...white

Cool toes warm

Flip flops flap broken strap

Tennis shoes , worn thin

High Heels incite unsuspecting men

Time Flys

Its all these thoughts

Its all these memories of futures past

Its today's tomorrow,

Its tomorrows yesterday

I am reminded of that moment

I am reminded of dreams once

causing sweat and fright

I am reminded of youth
a marvelous fantasy filled place

as now all seems fast forwarded
in a quickening pace