Surrender

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Surrender

Release the knotted, dysmorphic ties to ego’s past

Those stories were written by another so long ago

Let them tend to their dark seeds, they were never ours to sow

Experience and light

This is how true love is grown

Hold your values in open hands

Extend the only thing you will ever own

Your heart

Surrender

Your intuition knows

~Alisa Hutton

Drifting

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Her shell weighted and dry, mite like irritation upon touch

Wearing her ethusiasm like stained, tattered lace

Squinted sofistication beneath an inferior history

Grotesquely adorned with rusted shackles that hold no key

Eyes drawn with the burden of memory

Flickering affect

A gentle hand passing words, supposition of light

Reminded of painted memories of when she once closed her eyes

For a moment her onerous cloak of thoughts drift

A lightness of breath

In the distance she sees it

Happiness

~Alisa Hutton

Solid Form

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A smooth stone held humbly in my hand

Rubbing it in nurture against my now lined palm

I hold this part of my past in solid form

One of many rocks that once filled my warm pockets

How easily the weight sunk me to the bottom of the ocean

I recall the murky waters as I sat on the sea bed floor

The pain I felt as the salt stung my eyes trying to see a glimmer of care and compassion

How I squinted in to the open nothing and found everything

As the sun set that day, as the moon pulled the tide

The sand that was tossed with fraught in to my waters settled in to my soul

My hands had always been free to empty my life of your rocks

Weight that they carried with intentions to sink replaced with light spirits

I came to understand the rocks you left in my pockets never deserved space or hope

My gratitude will always extend to you for the day I learned to rise to the top and effortlessly float

~Alisa Hutton

Lavender Vodka

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The flicker that excitedly danced in my eyes

Ignited perhaps by the lavender vodka purchased on my tab

A well mixed cocktail called a Femme Fatale

I hear your thanks, I raise my worth

When you reached for my hand in seek of loving warmth

I wonder

Were you chilled by the cold in my heart

Or was it your frosty demeanor that never allowed the thaw

While quenching your thirst during your visit to my protected harbor

You left a rusted anchor on my shore, it belongs to a vessel they call your past

I think I saw your values floating away

The bed we shared, the vulnerability that was served on that plate you licked clean

My mistake

I took it for more than sheets needing to be pressed with dignity and trust

The dry cleaner called, the shirt I gave you off my back is ready for pick up

Poetry I wrote for you with a renewed beating heart

Brace yourself, you were kissing a fool

Like a record that has a deep scratch, I skipped that part where you said you didn’t actually care

The line of reality and commonality is thin between that of the liar and that of the delusional

Time to pull out cupid’s arrow and put it to good use to scratch my head

Trying to forget the person sitting beside me who never existed

Drinking my lavender vodka in a well mixed cocktail I think I have tasted before

Femme Fatale

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

Could It Be

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She softly strokes humility because her broken soul jarred her awake one night

Cracks spilling over with authentic human, ruining the perfect white rug

Now breathing values where her once damp intentions filled her lungs with the murky waters of attainment

Her hands warming others with compassion and forgiveness because late one evening resentment and anger swallowed her whole

Walking with love and kindness, the opposite was once her truth

They dare not question what they see in her eyes

The familiarity an echo of their uncomfortable past

Beneath all of our good a different nature once filled our shoes

One the cherished child

The other our neglected disappointment

Gentle is how we choose to walk as our hearts didn’t always takes steps of such divine purpose

Our greatest capacity and strengths founded on our harshest days

File it away and don’t speak of it out loud

Secrets will keep us all safe

Or could it be?

All of us have our light

With thanks to our dark shadow

Not the other way

~Alisa Hutton

The Only Things Left

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Reaching in to my pockets

My hands alone felt my purchased warmth

My cup poured full

Fine wine that few can afford

My thirst for rich quenched only my own

Building my house on a wink and smile

Walls so high they looked down at most

 

A flashy car that only fit two

My fat wallet steering the beast

A lane called fast

The steel choice I made for you

Ego and secrecy riding warmly along

Risk versus reward, go big or go home

I wondered why I felt so alone

Conscience and values quietly sleep in the trunk

 

Stories and life can never be unwritten

Run fast and run far

Close your eyes tight

Still, your past can never be undone

Put down your cards and tear down your walls

Toss your money to the winds that blow power and worth in to the direction of right

Time cannot be bought and never should have been for sale

 

Take your change and what remains

The only things left to offer and all that ever was

My heart

My time

Nothing less, nothing more

Dust yourself off  and never again

Walk through that darkened door

~Alisa Hutton