“I Love, Love”~Maxwanette A Poetess

“I Love, Love”

I Love, Love

Simply because

of the feelings that it brings.

It lacks fear, has no cares,

And exists,

without the need of overstanding.

Lol, yes, I Love, Love!

This emotional cause,

that we use to express & give meaning to its existence.

“Muah!!!”

Lol! Oh, you lover you!

~by Maxwanette A Poetess

“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚

“Physician, Heal Thyself!”~Maxwanette A Poetess

“Physician, Heal Thyself”

I needed healing,

from the feelings,

that had me bound in my own personal hell.

 

I had to find a calm,

that would caress the storm,

that brewed within my being.

 

I took this invention called time,

contorted it and make it mine,

in order to remember who I AM.

 

Burning my oil & sage,

it silenced the distractions & pain

as the binaural beats connected with my Soul.

 

Leaving the chaos & background noise behind,

the bright place of quiet light,

welcomes me, as my Chakras realign…

 

Ahhh, “Physician Heal Thyself!”

~by Maxwanette A. Poetess

“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚

#KnowThyself

*Inspired by a beautiful Soul, that sent me these wonderful healing crystals. The Universe will send you what you ask for and need. Thank you again My Sister~Queen Adrina.

 

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“Platonic Friend”~Maxwanette A Poetess

 

“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”❤️💛💚

“I Wish”…~Maxwanette A Poetess

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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