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Enumeration of LOVE
Why would I let you count the waysWhen you’ve already claimed that you are not good at math And this my dear is dang near quantum physics
So convoluted that the greatest thinkers of our time and times past have not dared to define nor have calculated this simple four letter word
You never promised me more than you could give except for when you spoke about giving your heart
As I told you mine was held in isolation on standby and When you pledged fidelity and lied right to my face
I saw my dignity lower her gaze to the left and tilted her chin as she shook her head negatively No way there will be no more regrets
You could have been the one but that ship has sailed on a solo journey We converged on our paths but I was already gone But I had hoped
For I was soon to be Far away from this place of alligators and mosquitos Where both were tolerated with a shrug I was not destined to be here this long
Because my DESTINY lay far Away from the South The Western Pacific whispered so sweet and softly…
“Alexandria…
Come home Love”
I’ll show you the majesty of mountains, volcanoes and Crater Lake. The wildness of the Pacific Ocean
Crashing fierce waves against the cliffs Ever aware of the rouge waves And the stars will twinkle brighter You’ll see the Moon and Sun
Rising and setting with more clarity as the celestial bodies lovingly illuminate and share the skies above
I was always good at math and I see patterns and calculate everything and I saw the dots connect
In truth you could come to me wherever
I remembered how it feels to BE LOVED And know that and feel that in my bones and very SOUL
I can recall vividly the time when you touched me and I felt it twice
I will wait for you patiently to come again and stay forevermore That my blessed one is called the Enumeration of Love
Do you see it? Can you imagine it?
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Cresent Waning Moon
Crescent moon @4 am est[/caption
On Oct 19, 2014, at 12:31 PM, Alexandria CD wrote:
From: Lexa Credo
Date: October 19, 2014 at 12:29:27 PM EDT
To: a_credodarnes@yahoo.com
Subject: Crescent waning moon
Sweet infinitesimal smile
All the while
Monumental in
A lunar luminescence
The presence
Of the crescent waning moon
Makes me swoon
Albeit in void of course
The astrological source
In between Leo and Virgo
Ergo
Introspective of the Apogee or
Either your
Perigee of your body mass
Makes me eager to pass and feel the
Affects of your gravitational forces
Influences on my life sources
Solids to liquids and all the types of matter
Matter to me …such phenomenon is
So delicious its esculent
Can’t you taste it?
My pupils are dilated
Do you see?
The skin of my entire body is tingling
Can you feel it?
The sound of silence and the words on this page
Do you hear me?
X y Betwixt and Between (Beltane, summer is here)
I saw the energy before I felt it
All the street lights had halos
La Luna smiled her crooked lopsided smirk
And I remembered that I knew about
The energy
I felt it before
That Yin and Yang gracefulness
As the wind caresses my skin
So softly as only my true lover knows how to do
The gathering of baby crickets Jumped across the wall in a rhythm
As the birds tweeted questions and others trilled back answers The sky went thru it’s metamorphosis
From darkness to light
As I witnessed the divinity as the voyeaur in me felt a white hot desire
Everything has a definitive clarity and especially myself
I knew this to be true and the Southern Hemisphere had me off balance
Why was I acting like the lost stepchild that seemingly didn’t belong? I was created for this very moment of esoteric knowing
Do not falter in your faith
Or stumble too much on this path to everywhere
Behold and BE present in Paradise
Rejoice in the infinite wonder of this World
All the synergies and algorithms are in plain sight and I was always counting numbers and seeing patterns
It was another test and the process of elimination as well as deciphering the probable was second nature
It’s elementary but
Why was it so much harder to see?
I needed more clarity I see the light even in darkness there is a glowing energy
I feel the magnetic field, gravity and am acutely aware Of the space time continuum Of linear and spherical East and West
North and Sourh
Earth, Air, Fire and Water
I am Betwixt and Between
Heaven on Earth
Fatality and immortaliy
And the flesh of my flesh energizes me
My cerebellum is stimulated and my body springs into action
Still
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Tough Love
Lexa Credo DarnesDate:
February 3, 2016, 10:38 AM
I’ll be that person that shows love
You don’t see it
I’m invisible yet
You think I’m the enemy
In reality, I’m trying to help
It’s the nature of the beast
To lash out
To throw blame and accusations
And it’s hard to see but
I’m still here
No one else has the guts to stand up
To you and for you
They’ll just watch you waste away
Drinking and drowning
In the bottle
Others feed and fuel your addiction
They really don’t care
I’ve a vested interest
We have commonality
I am affected as well
Try to remember that once we were
I know you and you know me
Deep down you know I mean no harm
I could walk or run away
However I cannot watch you drown
http://howinforme.blogspot.com/2015/10/alcoholism-in-family-systems-how.html?m=1
DV- Stop, Reset
B etter
A t
D oing
B eing
I n
T otal
C ontrol
H onestly
The instilled bigotry, racism and misogyny is evident in your behavior . It’s not okay to threaten, holler, curse, assault and make disparaging accusations.To make a house not a home but into a building of dread and instability. A place where the enemy is someone who says they love you. I’m sorry does not begin to describe or assuage the pain and damage you’ve inflicted.It really doesn’t matter anymore that
you don’t or won’t remember, we do.
The alcohol abuse and substance abuse exacerbated the ignominy that pours out of your mind and from your lips. And the lava of contempt erupts from your mouth, those words once spoken cannot be taken back.
I’ll take three steps towards love and the light
Obliterate the dark cloud. We will be outside your circle of despair. With laughter and joy as our spears, using intelligence and strength as our defense..
We restock the stack.
As the scales of justice weigh and calibrate to judge you. As the karmic echoes resonate so loudly that you cannot think, eat or sleep. With every step you take that makes my child afraid and
with each and every tear we cried from years gone by.
We bind together she and I And we have others who stand beside, behind and all around us. We protect our future and the precious generation(s) to come. We stand our ground firm and expand our territories. And
in this new home we will thrive. 
We turn the bad into a positive And we neither speak nor hear the words of regret. We fast forward to a bright future. We use the Golden Key to open that door.
The Glass Slippers
Claudina (excerpt from Training Heels)
Shoes: Paul Andrew $2,000.00 PeopleStyleWatch.com
Growing up she knew she was charmed, blessed if you will. She was special and she knew this. And this feeling of “specialness” was validated her entire life. It was confirmed and reconfirmed by her parents, friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, siblings. strangers, husbands and most recently by her very own child. Daddy’s princess and Mommy’s special little girl. No not “deee deee deee de special” (as she patted and press her curled hand against her breast mocking mental misdevelopment and general confusion). No, she was special because she felt it in her bones and her spirit. Her heritage, ancestors and the celestial alignment on the day of her birth were such that it was imperative that she always reached for MORE. Destiny screamed her name (in her head) and SHE called her by her full name at maximum volume. “ALEXANDRIA CLAUDINE CREDO.” Not to say that fate is fixed. Not to say that everything is predetermined. You will know what I mean after reading this and you start noticing “the coincidences.” But that’s not the point in this story. This is to show how and why she lived her life. Her motivation. The lessons learned from her Momma. The lesson’s she hoped to teach to her daughter. How she would teach these lessons to the child that was of her flesh, spirit and her Momma’s spirit. This is to reinterate that she was “chosen” and she knew it, “even before she was touched.” Claudina would be touched by some “unknown force of LOVE” and she lived to spread love and wait albeit impatiently, until that day, until that wondrous day, that she felt it again.
“Claudina” was what most everyone called her then.
..and you may call me Lexa
Tampa Theatre
Heated
Your nearest affected me
It
made my heart beat faster
And the blood flow heated
My skin
Although we just met
You were somehow familiar
My cool demeanor was off balance
The emotional exterior walls
Lowered their defenses
When you reached for my hand
I took it without hesitation
And those walls came down
We walked hand and hand
Then later we danced
I got so heated
You blew softly on my face and neck
And while it cooled the surface
I swayed with the music
Yet inside I stood frozen
While my cold heart thawed
Meshell
OldTown
Betwixt and Between V I I I (that’s why)
From: Alexandria Lexa Credo Darnes <a_credodarnes@yahoo.com>
Date: November 23, 2015 at 9:24:11 PM EST
To: Lexa Credo Darnes <lexacredo@gmail.com>
Subject: Fwd: Betwixt and Between
That’s WHY!
Rewind to a previous version. And obliterate the feelings of contention that period brings. Using my one charm bracelet as a talisman, I wave my hand and make the sign of the cross, and you speak the words of remorse and regret, I’m sorry.
Fast forward to now and forget all that. It’s past tense. It’s a new beginning again and meanwhile, I’m currently standing with one foot in the water and one in the sand. I walk between Earth and Water. I fly between Heaven and Hell. I savor ecstasy and normalcy. As I stand beneath the stars, I whisper no matter what happens, I will love again.
And he will love me like no other As deep as the Mariana Trench to unknown depths and then resurface, while the Sun still shines and dries the saltiness on our skin.
Unfaltering secure we ride the waves.Rolling with the ebb and tide just going with the flow of events. As one with the motion, we dance the divine Tango. Flying free to heights so high. It’s so cold and beautiful. The oxygen becomes thin and it’s hard to breathe.
But we can and we do. And yet there are moments that I still hold my breath and eventually exhale slowly and purge the negativity. The animosity you contrived to justify cause you were hurt by Love still reverberates. You were intoxicated and nigh remember. And the echoes are barely there, they are fading fast, You’ve crossed the line so many times, betrayal is expected and anticipated. So you fulfill your own prophecy of doom and start that 3 year itch.
One day we’ll say that we were just afraid, we weren’t ready. But when we do wake (and we will awaken) we will shed our fearsome dreams.When we truly appreciate this Paradise, there is nothing denied to us.For we are created to Be Loved. And Love.
Conversely when passion is high.some stumble and fall hard. To the other side. Like a baby, you do not know what to do. You go to a dark place where your kind of love becomes lust and animosity And misogyny is like your second nature. You hurt because you were hurt And the cycle begins again. But it’s different this time. You keep hurting people but this to will be reversed. They will know JOY
Around up and down the wheel goes. And yet,the Sun will rise and set.The November full moon will rise in full glory today and in times between she will smile that crescent smile. Growing larger as it goes thru its phases and the perspective from the apogee to the the perigee change the way it appears.
The planets will orbit in elliptical patterns. And sacred geometry will become clearer.
The patterns are not a redundancy nor are they random. it’s all an algorithm to be understood And there are anomalies like the rivers that flow North instead of South. Reversing the normalcy but somehow making the balance even. There are exceptions to certain rules and we will be inviolable to your contemptuous slander, the bursts of rage as well as your finger pointing accusations. The time of reckoning comes nearer. And I stand between elation and sadness. Relief and anxiety. Love and Hate. The course is set and I make the journey, step by step. I stand betwixt and between, however I still stand.
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Daydreaming – the bird and the butterfly
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Begin forwarded message:
From: Lexa Credo <lexacredo@gmail.com>
Date: October 31, 2015 at 1:28:07 PM EDT
To: “a_credodarnes@yahoo.com” <a_credodarnes@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fwd: Daydreaming-The Bird and the Butterfly
———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Alexandria Lexa Credo Darnes <a_credodarnes@yahoo.com>
Date: Saturday, October 31, 2015
Subject: The Bird and the Butterfly
To: Lexa Credo Darnes <lexacredo@gmail.com>
The Bird and the Butterfly
Soared and fluttered by
Today and made me smile
What a beautiful day it is
Another day in Paradise
Sunshine blue skies fill my eyes
And a Light Breeze caresses my skin
Cooling the heated kisses
Bestowed from the warmth of the Sun
Upon my restless body
The clear water from the tepid pool
After several laps
Dries drop by drop
As my soaking wet bikini steams dry
I close my eyes
And daydream…
Of a LOVE so strong it Lasts
A lifetime and eternally
That transcends the earthly realm
To someplace divine
And we know we are wanted
When you are touched by this Love
You know unconditionally
That we are made for desire
As we are earthbound in our skin
Passionate boundaries can be crossed
When we take this particular journey
And I will go on this trip with you
Purposely with open minds
Fanning the flame of the knowledge
There is another dimension
A place where we just feel
Nothing else matters
In that time and space
But you and me
Breathing touching melding
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Sent from Lexa’s GMobile
Starlight
As I walked at dawn this morning, contemplating as I do. Gazing upon the Little Dipper marveling at the asterism, The Ursa Minor and Ursa Major constellations.
I find my navigational North Star. The Star of the Morning. I thought about the stars that shine and how some have already
As shooting stars do..Burned away…I likened it to loves lost. The past we can see (or feel) the light and love however, it’s already gone.Faded away. And new stars and galaxies are forming.
I smiled as the birds sang a serenade to greet the coming day. The wind blows and catches in the leaves of the trees. Caressing my skin, I too am caught up. And dance a brand new dance.
Not on the whim of the wind but with purpose. My journey has come to this particular crossroad for a designated purpose. I am so ready.
And supernovas, super massive black holes and the planets all…orbit and move along their respective elliptical paths.
All is as it should be and everything that moves in tandem is admired. But those that move in independence are indeed simulating and audulated
And the love lost is similar to my knowledge of geometries and geomechanics. I understand and see the patterns. I stand here on the soil of earth and know the clay and sand compositions and their behavior
I hear a musical audiation of love. And I will still improvise spontaneously and sometimes voraciously consume …love
For I am dancing my dance in and out of my own designer shoes. I shine for I am .. starlight/stardust.
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