The Fall of The Night

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Sunset,
the fall of the night,

full moon shining bright piercing the lonely dark sky,
stands tall;

mystic scintillant icicle stars,
freeze in time;
clouds weaving in and out in a coordinated
twirl,
hurriedly hastily,
enviously overlapping,
covering the glittered serendipitous majestic Moon.
The almost famous affair, the grandiose scene caters to the front row, playing itself out in tandem with an harmonic blueprint of the aspiring musician notes,

the sound effect of the breeze blowing by/

©️ Angela Aguiar

A Slew of Wanting’s

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I want to smile, jump up and down,
be happy but the smile doesn’t crack open neither does my teeth.
I want to scream but have no voice
yell but I am static.
I want to run but my legs are frozen, tied with an empty cord.
Handicapped by the stillness of the day
the events of yesterday, the turbulences of the has been runs through.
I want to turn around and just like magic
at flick of my finger glue fuse my being to where it supposed to be,
free of miseries
of empty stories.
No way to run
No rivers to cross
No bridges to walk to.
I want to crack up a smile but the tube has no filter.
I am calling him a she and she a him
treating mornings as evenings and evenings as mornings,
a slew of new days of wanting’s
desires of a make believe story
a bag of chips of uncertainties of tomorrow. 

©️ Angela Aguiar

Darling Eva

Please continue to have the wisdom, knowledge, smarts, intelligence, bravery, courage, strength, beauty, joy, warmth, brilliancy, stamina, love to be the best mother, sister, daughter, niece, grandmother, wife, aunt, great grandmother, individual, professional, we can possibly be.

The amazon of tomorrow, the beacon of triumph. The chief in charge. Outstanding being. Leader. Teacher. Lover. Friend.

Proud
Unapologetic.

You stand motionless, embrace your motions to your core but strong to your demise.
You fight the good fight, put a stamp on your weaknesses and move on to the next station.

You are a spiritual gift, judge of your truth.

God made you who you are. He enbolded you to be you. You are you. You are great. You are not daisy but a flower in a sea of gardens.

You embody your greatness as you strive to be the best. You imagine the road ahead, one by one lined up like foot soldier. You march on one cliff, hurdle at time as it is submitted to you. You do not look back and as tired as you may be, saying No is not your MO but an welcomed sign otherwise and the one displayed on your face, is just a feeble of your imagine. Take a picture folks, it make look different tomorrow.

You cultivate yourself, the machinery that is you, a darling dear you who don’t care to wear that pant, suit, dress, skirt and blouse on the display window because it is a killer. You don’t. But care to wear it because it suits us. You are just awesome Eva!

©️Angela Aguiar