Just a Girl Lost 2

Just a girl lost~ Here I share bits & pieces of me, in poetry, prose, music & posts from writers who inspire me.


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The Cat is a Mercenary of LOvE ~

*Lulu, one of our 3 cats

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When our cat, the cat belonging only to herself,
deigns to sleep next to me

I feel special & loved
Our cat is a good judge of character.
I believe that Cats know how & who to love.
They’re fluffy, fickle, mercenary creatures.
They pretend not to know you sometimes.
They’re more patient than dogs.
They take their Sweet Cat Time
They’re selective about which lap they wanna lay in.
They definitely hold up in comparison

to Zack, our dog
who follows & gets in their faces
like a jumping bean, bouncing
out of reach NEVER taking the hint,
NEVER getting out of Cat Space,
’til they scratch/whack him.
He’s always in a frenzy of jealousy when they’re around us.

Cats meow when they need or feel.

Zack loves people too much & rarely barks.
He tries to escape anytime he can burst thru the door, whoosh & he’s GONE, on a doggie quest
leaving pee on every mailbox
& if it’s sunny day he rolls around in a special field & comes home smelling of vile, dead things.
Cats don’t roll in manure & toxic muck
They HATE unsanitary things
maybe that makes them smarter?
but,
to be fair, our cat, LuLu loves to lay
on counter tops & book shelves
& 5 out of 10 times she rolls right off
So, maybe Cats & Dogs are evenly matched, a bit smart, a bit stupid in their own unique way.
~
ps:
I adore our dog. He makes better company. He never leaves.

@justagirllost2

*photos mine.

Our dog Zack & me & just Zack.


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I See

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When the earth is veiled beneath magic

Heaven’s water droplets of fog

A mist brings blindness to the corruption of man

That’s when my heart flees from my mind

My body sighs as it follows my whims

My racing legs meet wet grass amidst tombstones

I cannot be without the within

of this place of fairy tales and greys

this place where time stands still

where spirits play

where every intrusion disappears

and all that’s left is purity of nothingness

Purity of silence that used to be

before civilizations cacophony

blazed trails of destruction

I feel the dew drip upon me

surrounding me in pieces of soul

of ghosts disembodied yet whole

and for once, for one brief moment,

I am at peace

I see only nature without beams & wires

No man made contrivances

I see only Beauty of lives in an eternal earth

beneath a sun that forever lives

I see me, you, us,

all in a dream

that is the true reality

~

©justagirllost2

*photo mine


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The Moment I Saw You

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The moment I saw you
Time stood still
I was lost~ entranced
as three Fates wove us into dance
the Earth un-spun forgot her place
but, for the gods, her saving grace
The smitten Wind, tame as a lamb
laughed at the Sun sudden shy
blushing in clouds behind the sky

Under your spell Life hypnotized
and then
you looked into my eyes
You touched my soul
I held your light
a universe returned to right
Blue carousel spinning again
Chariot of gods, ghost horses ran
all frenzied haste to beat the sand

My thundering heart
the only sound
whirlwind of thoughts
spinning me round
invading skin ~ heaven and sin
tasting life ~ drowning within
a newborn joy ~ beyond the breach
love’s miracle ~ within my reach

A brave new world
finally found
Lost in a place
I’d never known
A place deeper
than skin and bone
A place my Soul
knew all along
the place was You
the place was Home
~

©justagirllost2

*endlessly, an Ink on Paper by LOUI JOVER


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He Has a Certain Something

Another favorite poem that I tweaked a bit here & there. Three years old, but always relevant when it comes from the heart.

Niki ❤️

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He has a certain something

I don’t know what it is

His certain vibe passes through

the barriers of distance and time

A certain joy shines out onto the world from his within

~

It’s psychedelic, surreal

the way he makes me feel

A je ne sais quoi he owns

A charm that feels like home

~

He’s the perfect crime

A decadent, daring

combination of soul,

sinew and skin

Seduction with a grin

He has me begging to

strip my clothes

and inhibitions away

with a righteous ache to sin

~

He is the only one I turn to

when I want to come undone

 

My desire for him has no end

Of a kind, he is the one

~

 

©justagirllost2

* image~ Lazy Hazy Days, by Jack Vettriano


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Sweet Poet

An older poem that I tweaked a bit.

Niki ❤️

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You make them burn

with every word

You plunder hearts

long lost, unwhole

You rebirth song

in stilted souls

Show mercy,

Sweet Poet

Forsaken linger,

Let them go
~

justagirllost2

*image by Christian Schloe


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CHRISTY

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The past is always present ~ Immortal ink bleeds

from the heart of Love

beyond the reach of time in ebbings and flowings

sweptaway keptaway sinking thinking

what if this is all there is
what if there is so much more?

the present

my words always true

untainted by reason

as constant as the tides

heavenly

sun rising high

always true ~

as constant as the tides

no rhyme or reason ~ no longer my own

owned by the one who holds my heart

my every thought eternally bound to only you

Dance with the Angels, my beautiful Christy

You were an angel over all of us

You swept us ‘neath your wings

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Always with love we’ll remember you,

Always your love will pull us thru

you’re forever in our hearts

and forever in our dreams

~

I miss you and I love you, my sweet Christy ❤

I pray that you are resting gently at peace

RIP ~ 05/13/2017 ~ Christina Gigliotti

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There’s

so much i wanna say

about how she influenced and affected me and others

ripples on an ocean

she was like a star falling into a sea

touching so many

in ways we didn’t know we needed,

but

this is all I have for now…

prayers for her and her family

prayers for us all

amen

~

©justagirllost2


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I am a poet

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They say

all poets

at some point

in time

possess and express

in overabundance

one or two

or three or four

of the traits listed

below:

Moodiness

Instability

Insanity

Eccentricity

and

all poets

are very:

Selfish

Idealistic

Intense

Impulsive

Cynical

Morose

Emotional

and

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and

if it’s true

And

you have these traits

And you live poetry

you might be a poet

Depending upon

the interpretation,

it’s not a bad thing

and

I might be a poet,

too

though

I live in the same world as you

Poetry is my favorite addiction/meditation/recreation/Re-Creation

I adore exploring every beautiful place

in a poet’s universe

I am a poet,

but only in spirit

I’m not like you

You are one of the chosen few

Whose words speak to my heart’s most hidden parts

I cannot pen my adoration to the ones I adore

as elegantly as you do

So, I carry you with me

I invite you into my most secret place

beneath an ancient oak

whose massive branches hang like arms

forming a cradle covered by a canopy of leaves

It’s my secret room I want to share with you

I gently lay you down on a bed of of grass

next to me as I sit in the sacred silence

I open your pages

I read your poems

Your magic is who you are

You paint in colors

that never existed before

Yes, you are a poet

You often lie between the pages

of Sylvia Plath

and Rossetti

or Robert Frost,

as Bukowski

flutters in the wind,

waiting impatiently

for me to finish

I read your last word

I let you slip away into the pages of places

I can only see in the dreams you write for me

I wait to once again taste your poetry

for I am a poet too, in spirit

and

I’m in love

with every poet and poem

whose kindred words

have touched my shore

~

©justagirllost2