My heart is pounding
Can’t catch my breath
As I’m thinking of you
Your magnetic energy
Drawing me under
As you pant “I Love You”
I stop for a sec
Let it register
This could get addictive
Your warm skin
And soft kisses
Being less than secretive
You say the words
I long to hear
Make my skin tingle
Pull my hair
Bite my lip
In an impulsive fumble
This feels intense
The world fades
We’re in our bubble
Openly communicating
Of our future causing trouble
It does feel different
But a little familiar
I’ve been in this space before
The start of a new chapter
Perhaps love is at the door
Category: Contemplation
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Stillness of the night
Welcome! Come join me
I’m sitting enjoying the silence
I’ve had a long day
A few moments I lost it
Come sit. I value your patience
Let’s talk about woes
Ideas and theology
Have you seen Martha’s new kitten?
Take a deep breathe
Chat philosophy
I’ve seen Toby’s quite smitten
I’ve enjoyed tonight
Thank you again
For joining in this moment
See you soon
Let’s meet at the moon
Don’t forget to bring your helmet -
Be careful what you teach her
Her view must match your words
Repeating blatant lies will sink
Like a breeze block into the lake
She’ll watch it drag you under
As the bubbles start to rise
The truth taken with you
You’d rather bask in disguise
What am I afraid of?
You. That you will hurt her heart
That she will see your weakness
And you will tear her apart
Your shadow stood before me
As it stands above her now
And you pretend you’re Jesus
Rather heal strangers than take a bow
It’s ok to not know everything
It’s ok to learn as we go
But we need to live our truth
So we can teach her to do so
I don’t want to fight with you
I left to soothe my scars
I won’t let you mould her
To build a mountain of masks
I learnt to let my light shine
I see her light glow
Let’s help her find her wings
Let’s watch our little girl grow -
Oh the smell from long ago
The waft warm and familiar
The early start a slave in part
In a world confused and in pain
Why do passing smells entice
More than if I was the chef
With my own hands creating
But my nose elating
From the aroma of the morning tube -
Are we tired of the race yet?
I am! I am!
Are we running out of steam?
I am!
Do the parameters remain?
They do! They do!
Are the people going insane?
They are! They are!
They cannot see
The poison and disease all around
They think they know
While gleefully
Dig their own hole in the ground
Are you content with your life now?
Don’t know! Yes, no!
It depends on my point of view
Yes! No!
Would you change anything?
I would not, I would not
My journey is in full flow
[beat]
... Don’t cut it short yet, I’m not ready
I’m only a quarter way through
My souls is on board and we’re steady
Full speed ahead with the crew. -
How lucky we are to be loved
By a mother who has such strength
She watches us destroy her body
Yet still bears fruit for our fists to clench
She brings the water to our mouths
And doesn’t flinch when we spit
We kill all her children
Yet she holds our fire delicately lit
How she encourages us to grow
Leading by example
Displaying her grace
As we continue to trample
Her guidance ignored
As our greedy hands grow
Mother will soon punish us
Do you want it to be so? -
Who are we?
Are we people by fixed values
With a set moral standing?
Do we know who we are
In the face of president or peasant?
Will we live by the same standard
Whether the world is watching or not?
For some of us the answer is a clear yes
For some it’s a laughable no
But there are the group in between
Who would say yes to our face
And no behind their eyes
Those who only wash their hands
When someone else is in the bathroom
Those who empty their pockets
In the silent alleyway
Those who see a fallen wallet and will
Look to see how much money there is
Before they consider handing it in
With or without the cash
Those who do not think about comments
Those who get carried away with rats
Feasting in the moment on the flesh
Not realising they’re feasting on themselves
What a party!
Who are WE?
Are WE people by fixed values
With a set moral standing?
Do WE know who WE are
In the face of president or peasant?
Will WE live by the same standard
Whether the world is watching or not?
There is no we
There is simply a set of individuals
We are he, she, you & I
Each individual being responsible
Who are you?
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