“Platonic Friend”

 

“Platonic Friend”

See, I just want a platonic friend.

Someone to have fun with now and then.

 

Nothing to do with intimacy & faded old lines.

Just someone to hang with, go out, a partner in crime.

 

Sadly, it’s so difficult to find,

that special person, that “one of a kind.”

 

Instead, there are so many hungry souls, that are sick.

They’ve become delusional on the meaning of platonic.

 

Have we lost the art of simply being friends?

by Maxwanette A. Poetess

“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚

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“I Wish”…

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“I Wish”…

Sometimes,

I wish I had a magick wand.

I would change so many things in this world,

starting with myself.

Then gone would be pain & suffering,

greed & non-loving, hatred of self and of others.

There would be, no more heart-broken mothers.

I wish I had a magick wand.

War, hunger, famine would disappear.

There would be no room for sickness,

and death would be a transcended comforting.

We would communicate without words, but through telepathic love.

With smiles and feelings,

that everlasting knowing that we’re made of.

I wish I had a magick wand…

“ABRACADABRA!!!”⚡️✨⚡️

by Maxwanette A. Poetess

 

“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚

 

*ab·ra·ca·dab·ra

Origin

late 17th century (as a mystical word engraved and used as a charm to ward off illness): from Latin, first recorded in a 2nd-century poem by Q. Serenus Sammonicus, from a Greek base. 

*Derived from Google

“Bare Existence”

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“Bare Existence “

Dark, dull, damp & dreary, 

Caught in this space of nothingness.

 

Barren memories, of what was, fade into itself. 

Trapped in the reflections, of ones existence.

 

Numbed to the “Knowledge Of Self.”

Never gaining the foundational footing, needed to find balance.

 

The wind moans, in the distance, As it cries for the loss of all causes.

And the raindrops, pelt a beat, known only to the dead.

 

Forgetting, forgotten, forgone…

And the forlorn stillness, becomes a tomb.

             by Maxwanette A. Poetess

 

 

“I Feel You”

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“I Feel You”
I feel you, even when you’re not there.
I smell you, taste you…raising my body-hairs.

At times, the rhythm of our hearts,
cannot be undone.
Beating in unison as they become one.

Do you hear my Soul’s reply?
It responds to your Morse-Coded calls.
Our telepathic Love, demolishing walls.

“Baby, I Feel You.”

*Inspired by loves raw connections

by Maxwanette A.Poetess