Good morning! Happy Saturday!
I finally feel like I’m back to writing. Since the surgery, I haven’t felt like myself. I have still been sick, and the doctors really aren’t doing much. It’s okay I’ll figure out why I’m sick. I might need to go back to Georgia to do that. It’s a small country with fewer resources, but the doctors take their jobs seriously.
Today’s poem is about getting over past loves and being able to find yourself among the mess. Time to write. My pen is calling. XOXOX
❤
#ItUseToBeYou
In a broken world
I rose from the dark
Only to shine
Now I walk this Earth
Day by day
Chin up
Racing time
I have cried many tears for you
I have screamed to the mighty mountains
I swam with the sharks
They tore at my flesh
Leaving me empty and alone
Now, without you
I run this earth
My wolf and I
We are one
Together we pound the earth
Beneath our feet
Waking up Hell
Warning them of our presence
At night below the brightly lit moon
The aching anticipation begins
I howl
Inviting his touch
So that he may unlock the unchained wild
Of my inner wolf
I allow him to release his beast
He is grand
We dance with uneven breath
Growling at the shadows that tempt us
Our hearts floating in the sky
As we rise
Jumping star to star
Forgetting you existed.
❤
Have a beautiful day.
Jupiter Rose 
Someday you must visit my Ojibwa land. 180 acres of free land where the wolves and the bear live and they control. I was offered money for and I promised my dear Ojibwa grandmother. The land would never be government owned dear Jupiter Rose. The wolves are very large. My land is in Upper Michigan. Few people and the freedom of the animals of the forest is still possible.
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OMG! I love that, John. I want to go there someday. ❤
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You would love Upper Michigan dear Jupiter Rose. Small towns and miles of forest. Only problem, cold Winters. Three great lakes touches the upper Michigan.
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Anything nature suites me. IDK about winters though I might freeze to death.
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The great lakes keep her snowed in for five months. But the land. Beautiful. You would create some great books in Upper Michigan. Peaceful, kind people and the free-forest is surrounding you. You could befriend the wolves dear Jupiter Rose.
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That would be wonderful, John! ❤
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