Don’t wanna seem neurotic and so I Flounder in your presence Drowning in awe inspired desire For betterment, you are better meant for A doer and a sayer – a life slayer Than a self effacing (over)thinker like me.
Read MoreAuthenticity
I’m looking for my honesty Not every day just sometimes When I remember That I don’t know what it is Or if it’s where I left it.
Read MoreBody Memory
This getting older It feels like confidence and Competence and clarity And yet it looks like Mechanical wear and tear – betrayal by the body.
Read MoreBody Pains
My knee aches today But not my heart, that one is Pumping baby, like I am ready to face this day just right after this coffee…
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the artist
breathes air between the tip of a finger and a canvas.
Read MoreLast Encounters
I was looking at her. I said I think I may be having a heart attack. She told me it was anxiety. She said she had Googled it. I believed her, there had been many nights of broken sleep and high heart rates. No seriously I said, my chest hurts. My throat hurts. And no,…
Read MoreLove just yet
A time when so much lay ahead And you lay in my bed When we were young And not yet old Battle Scars Life None of it set in just yet Just a thank christ we had met.
Read MoreCharactery
They bottleneck In my throat It aches: I float away. They break bank – And flood me: Rapid pulse The current It takes me.
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Running
Of late I feel I am running from, and I am over it. It is exhausting and I have blisters. I don’t even know if these metaphorical saline bubbles are on my heels, my toes or surrounding my soul. I just know that my own desire for escape has given rise to a game of…
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Don’t feed the dog
If you animated grief I reckon it would be one of those dogs on the beach in Thailand. The kind that hobble along a few meters behind you, and sleep at the window while you relax in your air conditioned, German owned, ‘nouveau riche’ Thai operated concrete Villa. He would be the one you made eye…
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circulate
I roused to almost wake and thought: My veins, I want to feel me in my veins To flow through my heart and breathe Oxygen through arteries into my self.
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Who is that?
Once you know you have food, shelter and a fair chance of not being shot at by militants (either voted in or not) you have the luxury to climb further up Maslow’s pile of rubble and check out the view. That would be you and I, standing there, because lets face it, I have the…
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