Naked on Cashmere

Today's reading is from Atticus' now released third book of poetry, The Truth About Magic. @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com Thank you to our sponsor Care/of for supporting Atticus and the production of this podcast. Got to www.takecareof.com and use promo code ATTICUS for 25% off your first order of customized vitamins.

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We all wear masks,some with makeupsome with smilessome with wives or husbandscars or clotheswe hide from the worldand from ourselveswe hide from our truthsbehind our eyesrunning always from our realbut somewhere therewhere truth meets couragewe are waiting to be foundwaiting to stand to the worldmasks downand say loudly and boldlythis is usthis is our truththis is everything real about meand when that day comesif it is truewe will begin our lives againthe way they were intendedwhen the world firstsaw our face.xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.comOther poems read today:"Invictus" by William HenleyExcerpts from "Song of Myself" by Walt WhitmanThank you to our sponsor Care/of for supporting Atticus and the production of this podcast. Go to www.takecareof.com and use promo code ATTICUS for 25% off your first order of customized vitamins.

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I love those laughs that come from deep within the kind that are catching to anyone close that make your stomach hurt and cry with tears of joy the kind that come when you least expect where the more you try to stop the harder it becomes and even when you think of them now you smile— For those are the laughs of real old human magic. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry

There we were making rhythms Jumping ahead of Earth’s own heartbeat Setting new times to our universe And we drank it in like warming wine We the children Running to deserts Pockets full of magic With whiskey spirits in our souls and our wings Us few the bold The brave trodden souls Tobacco stinging bright our gypsie eyes Kaleidoscopes reaching fingers through our minds To stir our colored dreams Our dusty hearts set aflame By setting stars and shooting suns And here the sparks become our loves And so with them we danced up Into airless skies and cloudless nights To make ash angels on moons And snowflakes of Milky Ways xx Atticus @atticuspoetry

The boy ran quick as rain through grassy fields awake in dew in moon dipped steps a summers night through fireflies and sparkling stars a glass jar in hand little cloud breathes up to the open sky and there, so there at once, alone in that summer field, she flew a fairy shone bright as day and the stars once bright, dimmed back in crimson jealous of the way she shone she, the brightest bright he’d ever seen so bright she burned, for she loved him too and he took her gently in his hands and placed her in the jar his love Safe now within his coat — and back to the town he ran a thousand laughs caught in his throat everything he loved so finally his--- and with all the people’s eyes around he brought the jar out from his robes and held it high above his shining prize His love --but alas she was dim and though she tried she could not shine so brightly and his heart fell and the people turned away— “But I love her, he said more than anything I could ever love why can’t she shine for us?” and the old man in the cor

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