Masala

Masala

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Pity wasn’t her calling,
resilience was.

Certainty wasn’t the future,
overcoming impossibles were.

Hope didn’t always exist,
faith always had.

Giving selflessly was admired,
a gift misunderstood.

Receiving wasn’t an option,
earning it was.

Hardships were just ripples,
meticulousness would wash them away.

Progress had to be for herself,
determination would be solo

A medly of flavorful masala,
unique from the status quo.

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Pain

 

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Pain is overrated,

Pain is underrated,

Pain is misstated,

Pain is subjugated.

 

Pain is subjective,

Pain is protective,

Pain is deceiving,

Pain is objective.

 

Pain is loving,

Pain is restless,

Pain is heartless,

Pain is breathless.

 

Pain is productive,

Pain is weakness,

Pain is strength,

Pain is forgiveness.

 

Pain is reminders,

Pain is blinders,

Pain is reckless,

Pain isn’t faithless.

 

Pain is teaching,

Pain is reaching,

Pain is giving,

Pain is receiving.

 

Pain is passion,

Pain is purpose,

Pain is humble,

Pain is service.

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Sharing permitted without alteration.

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Video Diary | YouTube

I started a video diary of sorts last night. Looking into learning voice recognition software, too. Takes a lot out of me to type. My lower body is doing amazing. My range of motion is incredible. I never held back on that. If a doctor said raise your arm, I just did. Squeeze their fingers, I just did. I didn’t show weakness like that even if I was screaming in my head.

Injuries in the same time period as I’ve been healing? Several. How can someone heal and be hurt at the same time? My perception of them isn’t the same as it was before. I’m not sure yet if it’s because I’m trying to learn my body as mine, or if I’m still disconnecting it as being separate from myself. In any event these injuries and pain that ensues from injuries or trauma hasn’t stopped me from my daily routines of strengthening. So what happened to my hands? I got in a dog fight. Ha! My left hand was bit, photo is 3 or 4 days after. My right hand, I’m not sure. Either mirroring left side, or from nerve root issues from my spine. Maybe. My foot is almost always banged up, but no additional swelling really. It’s actually doing really well considering. Without having had MLT, I highly doubt I’d be handling any of this. In fact, I’m fairly certain that I wouldn’t have accomplished over half of it. I do know that I had already been trying since summer time to strengthen my bilateral CRPS because my upper body had become so bad. Unrelenting on my right side without any assistance in health care at all.

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December 18, 2016. Right hand, right foot.

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December 18, 2016. Left hand.

I’m going to stick with holistic, or old ways of reducing pain. Healing and progress in body, mind and spirit and I want to learn from the people who practice it, use it, and I want to be someone who can utilize ancient healing, natural remedies, herbs etc instead of what’s just chaos in western medicine.

Still learning YouTube, uploading. Spend a lot of time reading books or articles on my Kindle. I try to get on Twitter to peek about a couple of times a day, and now I’ll share videos as able, but otherwise not too much else related to online.

Pain, passion, purpose, poetry, politics, philosophy and progress is all that’ll be covered in those video diary shares. Mood dependent of course. 🙂  #StrongerThanPain

Each day I find a little more peace in all of it. Maybe one day I can simply be peaceful.

Maybe.

Words

Diversity by Twinkle VanFleet

Diversity by Twinkle VanFleet

3 weeks solo and trying to decide whether or not to merge all of it here. All of it. The pain, the passion, all that purpose, essays, the filed away lyrics, the unpublished poems, the soft erotica, those short stories, the dances. Dances?

Words.

I’m guessing I’d have to show you, you’d have to read it for yourselves. 20 years of being out there and circulating already.

Expression, adjectives, descriptive, alluring.

Unrelated to the pain communities. Though I suppose that there would be relief, ease, laughter and a sense of distraction in what I could have been providing all along.

No worries.

It’s only just begun.

Again.

x

 

 

Unicorn

Unicorn
by Rosie Broyles Tresca

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I am a unicorn

People call me beautiful but never really see me

I am iridescence

changing at every blink and angle

I am newly cut glass

extremely fragile but always shining through

I am a rose

scents that lure you with thorns that prick

I am better

happy and never going back

I am a unicorn, beautiful and real

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Written by my little sister and used with permission.

Conscientious | Poem

Conscientious
by Twinkle VanFleet

Distance, resistance
Defiance, compliance

Residual, peripheral
Visions, decisions

Subjective, objective
Experiences, differences

Reckless, perspective
Gracious, reflective

Ambition, intuition
Volition, submission

Relevancy, hesitancy,
Prevenancy, indefinitely

Precognition, transition
Recondition, re position.

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Drop a Beat (Rap it Up)

By Twinkle VanFleet

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Diversity by Twinkle VanFleet

Trip, slip, low to high,
They could’a killed you,
And you tried to die

Drop a beat,

‘N fuckin’ fly

Trip (Love that pen)
Slip (Fuck it 100 then)
Fly (Fly high over ‘n over again)

Fuck this shit (I’m in)
Just fly
Don’t let it pass by
(Don’t let anything fade by)

Stand out, step up
Dance
Rap it up

Smile (You’ve got that smile)
Laugh (Bring that pain down, awhile)

Break up (Break down)
Put it back together (Slow down)

Choose to live
Choose to die
Shit, just fuck ‘N Fly
It filled you up inside
For that moment you cried to die
(But you ain’t dyin’)

You chose to live (Still flying)
You gave to give (Still riding)
Now you’re chillin’ (Instead of dying) (No one’s dyin’)

You rose up
Yet you was hiding
Now you’re living, again
Instead of dyin’

Stand out, step it up
Dance!
Rap it up

Wrap that shit side up, let it go
Dance
On the reg, on the rise,
During the slip and the slide
Over the side
All alright now,
Deuces high

You know what

Jus’

 

Smile (Love that smile)
Laugh (Pain down, relaxed)

Rap ‘N Wrap it up (Don’t stumble over it. Shit tho’ gotta rise over it)
High fly, word! ai’ght…

Drop another beat, get on with it.

Rap it up.

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