To London with Love

There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. ~ Jack London Ecstasy, from the Greek Ekstasis, meaning ‘standing outside oneself.’ The […]

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Twain Thoughts

Ah but what is courage?  For without fear one would never know.  Words are a way to convey emotions, without words, feelings or knowledge of them would be void. Courage is not the absence of fear! The word courage originated with the thought of the heart. The heart is considered the seat of emotions, thus […]

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Oh Edgar

For what is it to dream?  Poe brilliantly uses these words as a comparison, both completely reliant upon the other; disastrous apart. Perhaps, a paradox of sorts.  To dream by day  Setting goals or reaching for a destination of hope while being completely aware in a fully conscious state. One is in control, focused with […]

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Your Love

Your love is rapid billows of water upon arid soil; Indulging senses, currents of desire, you toil Your love is pleasant murmurs, a still breeze running through me; Resonant percussions echo through moments of timeless memories Copyright 2015 Josette Hansen

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This threshold, the boundary of my limit presently Lull me unceasingly to the edge breathlessly Gaze dropping, descending upon infinity Plummet into this infinite desolation willfully Deliverance, rescue from barren love Lease these wings, glide like doves Glimpse upon promises, elatedly, I smirk Recollection, shards of thoughts pierce me, they lurk

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Ode to the Forgotten

Abhorred by many they refused us callously Comparable of cattle, ships brimmed with our brethren, facing this trial, this calvary Our Mother land glimmered brilliantly from afar Our hearts suffered incredibly, as she disappeared, she was no more They restrained our hands, our feet, setting us ablaze This chastisement, abuse, an infraction for not following […]

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I am tired

*Poetic Scenes From My Journal* I am tired… Tired of a system that claims it is ethical; yet the laws protect the chosen few and it’s acceptable Tired of the greed that keeps the poor from emerging into a higher position, just look at the prices of college tuition Tired of the dissolution among mankind, […]

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As Wings Float

** Who am I writing to?** Incandescent white glare Break forth beyond your dark surrounding …I stare You are a rod Your beauty the bait upon the hook I bite, I am lured away with every look Power to hypnotize, you leave me breathless Light that heals my soul, with its soft caress I feel […]

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Tales of Ancestors

Tales from the grave, told through songs. Symbols, Images, pieces of history papers that tell me your story. Your blood in my veins on fire, I’m ablaze. My mind overwhelmed with pain, in a daze. Heart shattered, emotions run over a sea of pain, choking me. Tears sooth my soul, I rise through the ashes, […]

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