Sink your eye into my beautiful butterfly
Twirling around my purple bush, I spotted it
The prettiest one ever. I knew I had to have it
I paused, and gazed. I caught an up-close glimpse of its unique coloring. Blue and purple.
Didn’t think that was possible, but there it was- right in my face. It had the largest wings I’d ever seen on such a small creature. It fluttered around so gracefully, getting love drunk off the nectar. Bobbing around, minding its business and helping my garden.
Drifted off and started to wonder, are all the things that they say about butterflies true? Can this thing see me, sense me? It must. Look how delicate and beautiful it is. It trusts me to sit still and gaze at it.
Kept thinking about the transformation from birth till now, the little head with actual eyes, floaty looking wings and vibrant enchanting blue and purple eyespots like an encryption code to the butterfly heavens.
Fetching a small net, a jar or even a photo will do. I must share this with this world
Ran off to not miss my chance, came running back full speed, with excitement still in my heart- but it had already flown away.
~Inspired by Mindfulness Meditation

I was so angry
When you cold turkeyed my meds
I felt in crisis

When I first met you
I thought you’d disregard me
But you surprised me

You listened to me
Unlike the other doctors
The ones who pushed meds

You explained reasons
You discontinued my meds
You quelled my anger

You sat while I cried
And explained why I was at
The psych hospital

You offered support
And kept listening to me
Weave my tragedy

The abandonment
The emotional neglect
The intense sadness

That the pure anger
And feelings of utter rage
Hid deep inside me

You offered kindness
Throughout all my tears and fears
Your words held the key

To my heart and soul
And it is no wonder that
I’m in love with you

I don’t know where
my sunglasses are…
Perhaps I left them
in the car?

Or maybe they are
beside my bed?
I usually keep them
on top of my head.

Did I put them
in a drawer?
I hope I don’t find them
on the floor!

When did they
even go missin?
Maybe I left them
in the kitchen?

I know I had them
when we crossed the bridge.
Did I put them
in the fridge?!?

I’ve looked here,
I’ve looked there.
I cannot find them
anywhere!

Well, I guess they’re gone
for the rest of my life…
Nevermind! I found them!
… I asked my wife.

For most of my life
Depression held on to me
With its iron grip

Depression fooled me
It charmed the hell out of me
By that, I mean choked

It got me thinking
Everything in my life sucked
I stayed in a hole

For those three decades
The cesspool of depression
Washing over me

My life felt hopeless
I would have rather been dead
Than survive this shit

It got very bad
I kept getting admitted
To the hospital

The one where they kept
The psych patients in safety
Who would rather maim

Themselves or others
Than face the reality
Of their existence

After eighteen stays
Totaling eight or nine months
I felt the last straw

There had to be change
Or I would keep going there
It would never end

After the last stay
I felt severely depressed
Something had to give

I decided that
Lying in my bed all day
Was not an option

I wanted to act
As if I were a content
Person who loved life

I put ideas
In my head like “It’s all good”
Negativity

Eventually
Left my mind without a trace
Positivity

Moved into my brain
My mindset was replaced by
An ethereal peace

Anxiety left
Me and into the graveyard
Where the negative

Find finality
And eternal rest away
From my contentment

I have far to go
I have come very far now
But still room to grow

If you hear me bitch
And complain about my life
You will hear me ask

Myself what to do
That is in my control to
Flip the script my way

I never let it
Hang in the balance for long
It will bend to me

I will always ask
How can I make this better?
Never is it bad

I’ve cultivated
A positive mindset and
Visualized good

Things coming my way
Wherein I get everything
I could ever need

I could ever want
Even things I have never
Ever imagined

You can do it too –
Find pure joy and happiness
Just follow my lead

DEAR UNSEALED,
I BELIEVE IN LIFE!
WITH STRIFE OR WITHOUT STRIFE,
AS LIFE IS GOOD
OR LIFE CAN BE BAD.
LIFE CAN BE AS IT WOULD
BE, SAD OR GLAD,
IF NOT FOR BRIEF INTERRRUPTIONS OF SPACE
IN THE RAT RACE.
I BELIEVE IN A CREATOR OF LOVE.
I BELIEVE LIVING AS ONE AS A TURTLE DOVE IN LOVE.
I USED TO LOVE LIFE FOR LOVE,
BUT LOVE IS LIFE.
NOT LOOKING FOR MR. GOODBAR
IN BARS AND CLUBS OF INSANE GREASY TAR
TO SLIP INSIDE A BOOTH ALOOF
FROM ALL WHO STARE LIKE A SPOOK.
I BELIEVE THAT LIFE IS A DREAM.
IT MAY SEEM
A DREAM
OR SCHEME
OF LIFE TO BE
FOR YOU AND ME
WAS YESTERYEAR
WHEN I SHED MANY A TEAR
SO, I FEAR.
I LOVE.
I CRY.
I SMILE.
I LAUGH.
WE LIVE AS PEOPLE WHO ARE ONE,
ONE HUMAN BEING SPECIES OF THE EARTH
UNDER THE SUN, THE MOON, THE STARS
OF BIRTH.
WE ARE BORN, WE LIVE, WE DIE
I SIGH.
NO MORE WARS,
NO MORE LIES,
LET’S LEARN TO CARE,
TO BE AWARE,
OF LOVE,
OF PEACE,
OF UNDERSTANDING,
TO SHARE,
TO CARE
ABOUT HUMANITY,
HOW WE LIVE,
TO GIVE,
TO RECEIVE.
I USED TO THINK WE WERE ALL GOOD
AS WE SHOULD
BE, TO TREAT HUMANITY
GOOD.
I BELIEVE I CAN WALK AWAY
FROM A TOXIC DAY
OF UNPLEASNT ADVENTURES OF THE YEAR
BUT SHED A TEAR.
‘CAUSE LIFE IS REAL AND WITH ALL THE EMOTIONS OF HUMANITY
“TO BE IS NOT TO BE THAT IS THE QUESTION”
AS WRITTEN BY A FAMOUS AUTHOR OF VERY LONG AGO,
IT IS STILL THE QUESTION,
TODAY HOW IT RELATES IS QUITE THE SAME,
TO BE TAME OR TO BE LAME,
I BELIEVE IT IS AN UPENDED QUESTION OF THE LIGHT OR DARK
CONTINUOUS QUESTION OF SORTS
OF HOW ONE BELIEVES GO FORTH
WITH TIME AND SPACE
OF CHANTILLY LACE
OR DARK NIGHTS OF THE SOUL,
TEACHING US TO BE BOLD.
SO, HOLD ON TO YOURSELF,
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF,
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.
WE LIVE AS PEOPLE WHO ARE ONE,
ONE HUMAN BEING SPECIES OF THE EARTH
UNDER THE SUN, THE MOON, THE STARS
OF BIRTH
WE ARE BORN, WE LIVE, WE DIE
I SIGH,
NO MORE WARS.
NO MORE LIES,
LET’S LEARN TO CARE
TO BE AWARE.

Hugs from Heaven, they feel so sweet
A warm energetic connection that will knock you off your feet
Tune in and listen, look around you’ll be surprised
Your heart bleeds love, passion & desire from the skies
All this love can be seen right in your eyes 🤍🦋

My poem has read, last in line…
“I have no worth in mine own eye”.
Weather burned me-early age to start,
Cannot I see the lie of this part?
…And even think to give love a try
Before bitter I sink to death and die?
For if I have not to respect myself,
How can I ever comfort anyone else?
No matter the cause-No matter the reason
I need not to know-Just believe new season!
Have not I to grow 45 years old?
For that is what turned me 2 days ago…
If 40 years old I was at age 12,
Then where now alive am I on the shelf?
Need not to know that either-Rather good to exist…
Regardless of child-hood lost and missed.
Feelings of mine-I think matter not,
When I can still find a caring/sharing spot.
Nor how, I don’t know-But feel love in the air,
Though I’ll not steal it-belonging to someone fair.
For if this gift I ever can find,
I’ll no longer be pissed-When good is mine!
Forgetting the past-a job easily not done
When 40 years masked-this hatred was dumb!
Good people say I matter, every life there is
Can no longer get sadder-Because Optimism lives!
Many lessons learned, to build my neighbor up,
As when I care for mine own self…
Love overflows-and clean is the cup!

Thank You The Unsealed!!!

9-4-24

Dear Unsealers,

I hope that everyone’s having a wonderful Labor Day weekend.

As September begins, I can’t help but feel wistful as the summer season is fast coming to a close, especially after spending this weekend in both Newport and Providence, Rhode Island.

But the summer vibe is still strong as this new month begins.
Nine months have come; four months are left to go in this year.

It may be a day late, but it’s never too late to welcome in a new month. As I do so here…

Try to remember, this kind of September
30 new days are here to stay

A month of transition
As the last days of summer glisten
With a chill in the early morning air
Autumn is waiting to be welcomed in

From Newport’s idyllic shores to NYC’s towering skies
All of the possibilities exist
The days are yearning to be filled with joy

As the BER months begin
There are 120 days or so, left in 2024

One pauses to wonder….
Where did all the months go?!

Dear Unsealed,

Kindness is a word.
Hate is a word.
Love is a word.
Like is a word.
Kindness means kindness.
Have you heard
That once you spread the word,
Kindness spreads all around
The merry go round
Of life
As we work, play, and sleep
With strife
Of everyday life?
The word kind
Is to help your fellow human beings
So sublime,
So kind,
So ruthless,
So it seems,
Kindness would spread like a wildfire,
Spreads over the mountains & up tall towers
But there is always someone to try to burst your balloon,
As you stare at the moon
Dreaming of smiles and loves and caresses
Of yesterday’s messes
And blessings
One kind word
I will remember that word & what it meant to me.
The word
Will spread,
like butter on bread
Eventually the word kind
Will either form syllables
From the lips of the sad one
To blurt out sublime
So kind
“Hey you are kind, why?”
I reply and sigh,
“You are a unique person among the others of life
That now smiles,
Even with a smirk,
But it is your worth
As a human being amongst the others of life & strife
Of tears and joy
Of joy and pain.
I will remember you now
And you asked me how
With the look in your eyes.
Your smile made my day
On a summer day along the way.”
You look at me grinning from ear to ear
In this 2024 year,
I see you now, that is how!
PEACE OUT!”

When the door opens,
Let me in for I am ready.
I have martyred for those who need it the most.
I have sacrificed the deepest parts of myself for a pat on the back
When the door opens,
Let me in for I have dreamed of my escape.
I have waited in my rabbit hole and no one came for me
When the door opens,
Let me in for I have told the devil that I am ready.
I lit a candle for the harm that my enemies intended to do.
When the door opens,
Let me in for I have traveled to Dante’s inferno, .
He advised me to take the road less traveled and It brought me here.
When the door opens,
Let me in, for the dirt that buries my blossoms is abating from me.
My value stands as my soul vibrates through this world.
When the door opens,
Let me in, for I belong.
I have made a bed for myself from aloe vera and money leaves .
The mud on my thrown hardens and dries as my ego steps forward.
When the door opens,
Let me in for my ancestors have my name written in your book.
They have been cattle, machines, blueprints, but now I am come in pure human form.
When the door opens,
No one will be surprised, for they have been expecting me.

Many will say they are your friend,
But will they be there until the end?
Will they bestow a helping hand?
Lifting you up, so you can once again stand?
Even when you’ve butted heads
And can’t take back words you’ve said,
Will they venture across the divide,
Just to stand there by your side?
Will they tell you what you need to hear?
Or do they sugarcoat you out of fear?
Do they have an honest heart?
Or do they speak ill of you when you’re apart?
Are they the type to help you grow?
Or do they drag you to the depths below?
Are they there in your times of need?
Or will they take advantage of you for their own greed?
Will they carry you through your pain?
Or forsake you for their own gain?
Many will say they are your friend,
But when push comes to shove, you will find their love is just pretend
With that said, a true friend you must also be
So be not the one who’s absentee

Signs that a man has truly grown
Is when he’s able to see life through eyes not his own
When he stops chasing after the foolish things he seeks
And knows when to bridle his tongue and when to speak
When he is able to quiet his soul
Walking in temperance and self control
When he’s willing to forsake his pride and make himself low
Making himself not a spectacle or show
When he sees others as greater value than he
When his hands are shackled, yet his heart remains free
When he’s able to overcome fear
And willing to let go of his own life and well being, which many hold dear
When the desire of his heart is to give
So that those around him may live
When regardless of his position
He never forgets the art of submission
When in the face of adversity he stands
But to his enemies he’s still willing to bestow a caring hand
When nothing is able to quench his love
That he may mirror the God in heaven above
When he seeks after the truth of Christ divine
For the fruit of a man’s growth, these are the signs

Simply Me
Marli Wright

If only, if only, this little ol’ me
Could inspire just one, how wondrous that’d be.
I could win the lottery, share my great wealth,
Buy homes for veterans, grant them good health.
Adopt all their pets, and feed children in need,
Clothe them and house them, fulfill every need.
But how can I, just small me, spread cheer?
As Buddy the Elf says, “Sing loud for all to hear.”
Yet that’s not my vibe, not these days, I find,
So I’ll do it the old-fashioned way, kind.
By being myself, with a caring heart,
Sharing a smile, a hug, a heartfelt start.
Being there for the grieving, a comforting hand,
Kissing the boo-boos, helping them stand.
It’s not much to boast, it’s not grand or new,
But to inspire, I’ll simply be true.
This is all I know, the way I can be,
To inspire with love—just letting me be.

Broke my limbs and tore my spirit
As I walked and smelled debris
I could barely talk
Was hard of hearing
Even lost feeling in some places
Some places still looked nice
But they were broken
Why am I the chosen
To see these things
To be unfazed after the truth
After the storm and troops
Everyone is gone
No sound but mine
Where do I go and be fine
Limping on distraught knees
Existing with little breathing
I continue…
Down the wary roads
As I see the smoke
As the rain provokes
My will elopes
And I continue…
Through the Hurricane