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Always Smiling

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Wouldn’t you know that the sun came up again, i guess it’s time to smile

Wouldn’t you know, you have many blessings ahead, I guess it’s time to smile

Look at how they gather, I guess it’s time to smile

Look at how they look at you, I guess it’s time to smile

Don’t you know how lovely the day is, I guess it’s time to smile

Don’t forget the love shared with them all, I guess it’s time to smile

Feel the sorrow on your own, gotta keep that smile

Feel the joy of those earth side, gotta keep that smile

Kept inside to only the few that know, all day long I smile

Kept away from the earthside world, all day long I smile

No one here did they know, how could they with the smile

No one should ever have to know, or save face behind the smile

#bereavedmothersday #honoringarchaea #archaeaelore

The sun is shining.

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The sun is shining, the sky is blue, I’m still not over you. Spring flowers are bright and now poking through, I’m still not over you. Trying to fly a month with a birds eye view, I’m still not over you.

The weather is warming and the wind’s a nice breeze, but now you’re over me. The fresh air whips and fans the trees, but now you’re over me. The mountain’s paths are wild and free, for now, you’re over me.

Supple, round and full of wonder, gaze turned to another lover. Questing into your dreamy plunder, a pillage into another lover. Sounds of my silent screams from the ground’s under, you, under another lover.

Filling up from the rays beaming, but my dm’s are an empty feeling. Yours have been thick from many a day preceding, my dm’s still an empty dealing. Attention and affection around me all weaning, yours fill up and my dm’s are an empty fearing.

All the joys of future plans, I can not even barely understand. Ripped away from my present’s hands, next, I can’t really understand. Us in the past you, my man, now, just me, I don’t understand.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, I’m still not over you. Everyday, I still am not sure what to do, aside from not being over you. I guess I’ll take look at your view, maybe you seeing her, will help me to get over you.

Can you look in the mirror?

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Can you look in the mirror honestly? Does it tell you the truth of who you are? Does it show you in bold all the little secrets you hold?

Can you look in the mirror with pleasure? Are you able to observe the crease of time on your brow? Do you see the lines you’ve said displayed on your head?

Can you look in the mirror with trust? Has your reflection morphed too? Do your eyes look at you with pride or is it behind the lids you still hide?

Can you look in the mirror with dignity? Did the ego wash away in the shower? Are you seeing yourself as well and taking that nakedness into the words you tell?

Can you look into the mirror for long? Is it a gentle and confident exchange of sight? Do you see a human with intentions pure or a facade to procure?

Can you look into the mirror and see truth? Do your eyes relay back to you reality? Do your lips form the way they appear as you speak or are they cracked and breaking speech?

Can you look into the mirror and rely on it to be accurate? Does it show you who you really are? Will your reflection last to be who they see you as or will you be a reflection of your past?

Can you look into the mirror and smile? Are you the same in both dimensions? Are you honorable in the eyes of those that seek you to be reliable?

Can you look in the mirror? Can you stare at yourself long enough to see your soul? Can you keep seeing yourself the same or will the mirror shatter under your shame?

Can you look in the mirror? Can you be present enough to see who you really are? Will you be able to be whole and clear and good away from the mirror?

lying smiling

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you hear my laughter and think that it is joy, that sound must be what it is.

the situation will often determine that it is my mechanism of defense .

you see me smile and think that it is happiness, the curve of my lips.

the length of time it rests on my face, is the real qualifier of if my happiness exists.

 

tell me the difference between the lamented grin and the forced smirk

who has the job that is supposed to make my heart’s smile work?

the technician sees the upward turn and thinks its a professional perk

yet never reads the manual, just goes on assumption while the sadness lurks.