I’m still here, gimme a hot min

So yeah, I’m on lock-down like the rest of you.

But that  does not mean you get shitty poetry/whinny posts from me.

I’m cooking up some nice, spicy words that can spin possibilities.

Dreams of what’s life like post self-distance.

So much I write about is about intimacy.

What can I do to bring you into my space, spiritually?

Stay tuned.

Stay safe and healthy.

Virtual Hug

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Dr. Cherie Ann Turpin, 2/2020

Liberation of Love

A message to you at 3 am

Don’t let fear or social convention keep you from feeling or expressing love.

Now is the time for the truth.

We all face transitioning at some point in our existence, and as painful as it feels typing this, there is freedom in knowing that we free ourselves when we know, feel, express, and accept love.

I love you.

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Laughing while sleeping nude

I don’t remember what I dreamed, but my mother said I was laughing while I slept, which means I was deep in REM sleep, a very good sign. I sleep skyclad, aka nude. I informed my neurologist that I would be nude when doing the sleep study.

When she told me there would be technologists observing me, I shrugged and told her I don’t care, which is very true. I prefer being naked while sleeping, and I’d probably fit in nicely at a nudist colony.

A poem is coming.

sunday arousal

like a startled fairy
up and blinking at
sudden appearance of light
in the shade
one of those Sundays
seems though the silence
still of the air hovering
like clouds
I await the storm

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Goodnight, Year 52.

It’s been a good year for me. Welcome to my early to mid 50s. Seems like I need to consider expanding my creative voice a bit more and truly publish it much more, as well as complete what I need to send out into the academic ocean of voices. Love woke me from the slumber of despair, and it fuels my drive to continue my work. “Love is the law, love under will.”

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nine of swords (crowley)

almost got trapped
but got saved
by the whole of the law
by discernment of entombed verity
observations of the obvious
excruciations of the truth
how hustlers giving you dust
and liars taking your trust
mindfucking you
while calling you a whore
while lying to your face
while muting your voice in lace
haggish formation of recycled rebukes
trolling ensemble of bitch made brood
demons in an earnestly cacophonous furor
so mote it be on sight then
for there is no outside the truth

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Grace

Trust and belief
realness and joy
a very rare thing to see
a genuine passion for humanity
caring enough to give to all
imaginative
enough to at least try
enough to empathize
sharing that same joy
a grace-filled soul who smiles.

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