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Friday, 23 October 2009

  • Give me a taste of your medicine,
    sky's blue essence and heaven--

    let me breathe
    you in
    and crave
    every sin.

    I've made
    my way
    to
    this
    bliss...

    give me some of your medicine
    natural, critical, factual--
    give me a taste of your
    soul,
    In a bowl.

    I dream of the taste.
    I dream of what I crave.
    give me you.



Thursday, 22 October 2009

  • Spinning round and round in a chair that’s familiar to many esteemed who have sat in its patent leather exterior. The stylist walks carefully around me as if a dance, clacking his heel in a tango back and forth and around my chair; heel to the floor. A rhythmic pattern for my ears and scissors to my cheek to angle my hair, we must cut them..it’s the only way to balance your face..

Sunday, 13 September 2009

  • A moment’s notice and I hear the glow,
    the glow of the florescent,
     the glow of that moment.
    I hear divinity in your peace with me,
    the echoes of regret within me.
    Let me see the glow of this candle setting,
    crackl-ing on the glow of forever night.
    Leaving the stars in existence,
    There is no resistance
    in the momentum of the now.
    I perch on the edge,
    Looking down in the distance,
    I’ve made my perfect bed
    I hear the glow and it
    wimpers away, in the moment
    Of my persisant strife.
    I find it again in the day before tomorrow
    not exact, but between the now and the then.
    The creeping cracks of time times 9
    when the glow is present again.
    She cannot sleep, oh she cannot sleep
    waiting for the glow
    Somewhere between
    Consciousness and sleep.

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

  • Remember what it was like being an adolescent? I remember quite well actually.An untidy hole of emotional insecurities where all the ugly cheap negativity lurks and spawns a shadow over my now 24 year old sense. The fireballs keep coming from across the fire pit and the embers from the seething sun spheres set me a blaze. Put out only by the all endearing, but the ugly adolescent façade is youthfully retarded in mannerisms beyond the uncouth. What excuse does any person have for rudeness?

     
    When I was an adolescent..I would say to my young self,


    You are running head to head with a writer. Look in the mirror and say what you’ve accomplished…not very much. I have heart. I have smarts. You live pretending you're happy and I’m happy breathing. Life’s not about the crude output of energy it’s about seeing, feeling and being kind to those who mean something. I am a smart individual who has paved her own way through life. I’ve worked hard.. Give me something useful not a mind full of useless banter. Keep your sadness at home and get some manners.

    The younger we are, the more we take for granted in this world. We see a light shining from a distance; the sun and call it our own, when we later on find out that we are sharing the warmth with the rest of the world. Growing up is a task all on it's own and we all gain 2 things at different points in our lives. For one, a heart for humanity leading us in the ways of kindness and and second, maturity for all the rest.


    Novice to the light! ..You have the time to look into my life…as I have time to look back at yours. Grow some kindness. It's cheap prosperity and worth more than you can imagine.

     

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

  • Ah, Love, could thou and I with fate conspire,
    to grasp this sorry scheme of things entire,
    would not we shatter it to bits and then remould it nearer to the heart's desire.

    Omar Khayyam