kasmik zenter's Writings
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Poem
Jan.03.2011
What does life want from you?
Do you see beautiful visions
of your reality?
Do you use your intuition
less than creatively?
See the possibilities
in every way you can
find a moment in each day
to give a helping hand
Identify with who you are
not what earned last year
throw out your fabricated parts
and bury all your fear
Happiness is a butterfly
floating in a...
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Poem
Nov.30.2009
THE ARES COLLECTION
Forgive me if I tear into
a hostile argument with you
at odds about a thing or two
so let me bring to terms
the heckle and unflattering
comments about the way I sing
the cz gemstone in my ring
is none of your concern
you carp and cow, accuse abuse
your hard bad mouth will make you lose
to slam and slur is what you choose
and now it's my turn
I disengage your...
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Poem
Nov.30.2009
Within the oak and ash and thorn
a lovely little child was born
He lives inside a warm home there
while coldness fills the outside air
The grounds are full and fertile like
the stream where fish and turtles bite
Amanda held her wedding here
as many do throughout the year
Much happiness is guaranteed
The Hawthornes will not sell their deed.
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Poem
Nov.10.2009
I recall you telling me
that you were not a money tree
assuming that all i see
in you is lots of money
one place that i have never been
is in a field or garden
where plants and trees produce
coins and bucks to take for use
if such a place exists
it's something that i've missed
a treasure grove where common men
turn into trees now and again
you think and doubt...
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Nov.10.2009
For the sake of our becoming, what shall we not endure?
wrecking and thrashing our will-reactionary tour
reciprocating acts of love and acts of extreme fear
we parallel the other, one eighty degrees near
journeying a course, encircling divine space
we mirror one another-completed face to face
a diametric duo, yet complimentary pair
we weigh the heart and soul
and...
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Poem
Nov.06.2009
Possiblissities
The winds offshore knock at my door stirring memories of me and you
When days were long, our love was strong, now the snow has changed into mountain dew
The blue skies are so surprising
my eyes are dry from so much crying
like everything my heart is dying
It's gonna be a long tough summer without you
It's gonna be a long tough summer without you.
From March...
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Poem
Nov.05.2009
How would it be to disappear
to get the hell away from here
and leave behind
the daily grind
to recreate my atmosphere
when can i go
can it be now
i plan to leave before the crowd
gets in my way
on discharge day
consider this my final bow.
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About kasmik
Kasmik is a universal artist, communicating through literature, music, and visuals. She has recently published her first book, Going Goddess, which is a compendium of art, myth, healing, personal growth, transformation, and inspiration.
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