NAKED

naked to be free

my soul longs to break free now

so tired of it

everything is tight

take it off

free me from everything that binds

break loose

unbounded

naked

swim free in the water

let the sun kiss your naked butt

let the fragrance of the ocean perfume

your hair

bathe in the pine scented forests

let your skin breathe

let your mind breathe

let your soul breathe

nature has no bounds

the universe is a naked goddess

clothed in a million jewels

smelling like spiced rum

drunk with her nakedness

free to flaunt with abandon

into the ocean of bliss

3 Replies to “NAKED”

  1. Amazing poem Sandy. Love it. ❤️

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  2. schmooley says:

    Sandy, Anything new with you? I keep struggling: struggling to find energy, struggling to lose weight as always, struggling to write, struggling to adjust to life, struggling to deal with health issues.  Always struggle. But at least I’m alive and able to struggle. I try to immerse myself in gardening every year, and every year presents its own set of problems.  This year there has been too much rain and not enough sunshine and warmth. So the greens did really well, and continue to do so.  That’s fine with me because I try to eat them a lot and it’s nice to have organic produce.  Greens are very healthful, too.   Some ordinary problems have been costly: home and auto.  No fun.  Keeps me broke and close to home, though we plan to go to Oregon this summer (already paid for) to spread Nancy’s mother’s ashes.  Her family back there has become really peculiar, Trump cultists, and that makes them mean and standoffish.  We don’t know what to make of it.  What a nutty time we live in. Anyway, just wanted to touch base.  I hope you are well and engaging with life. Peter

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    • Ha….what a nice surprise (Schmooley) haha..yes…i think a lot of people are struggling…..( we are all connected ? ) Anyways……..I’m always struggling in this toxic relationship I’m in……always trying to get out…..i think it’s what they call a “trauma bond” they are the worse to leave….been in it so long….the longer you are in one the harder it is to leave….except i had no problem leaving when i was working and had money…..now i am always broke because i can’t stop spending my money (trying to buy happiness)…..sometimes i think of just getting in my car and driving far far away…..i am so afraid of doing crazy things like that….with not much planning……i feel so free whenever i’m alone in my car…..my space…..alone…..i love it……….i’m so sorry you are also struggling so much Peter…..why can’t we just be happy with the little things we should be grateful for……like your beautiful healthy greens…..and the fact that i don’t have to worry about paying bills….my life is EASY !!!! Why can’t we just RELAX & BE HAPPY ??????????????????????

      It’s very difficult for me to be creative when I’m in this funk…..can’t make my jewelry, paint or write…….funny thing is….i don’t even want to do anything……i let everything pile up……dishes…..laundry…..clutter…….my house is a mess……like how i’m feeling……and it’s all because i’m in this fucked up relationship with someone i do not love & can’t trust……it’s like being poisoned every day …..little by little my body & mind is deteriorating…..it is literally killing me……….

      Glad you will go to Oregon this summer…..we are supposedly going to go to Florida……I crave the ocean………I want to move there……..I think about it all the time……….i have never been to Oregon….but i bet i would absolutely love it there too…………..so much beauty in the PNW……

      I also struggle with my weight…..I’ve gained 30 pounds in the past year…..i just ordered another bathing suit (the 4th one) all the others look horrible & are too tight……but i want to spend my summer at the pool…..i joined LTF & never go……but i am dying to start swimming A.S.A.P. I haven’t been swimming in over 30 years……………….and it’s one off my favorite things to do……..it’s so sick not to do what you love……it makes you sick if you don’t do what you love…….i torture myself………………………………………………

      The poem NAKED was born from all this…..ha…….talk about lotuses growing in the mud…….all the shit yo go through in life is fertilizer……………………you are due to write a fucking poem.

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