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Being Present

I'm aware of the talk, internal chatter with volume levels high
I'm concious of the questions asked with only my reply
Feeling hasn't connected yet, just words and data fighting for attention
When the infernal noise subsides I see me in my reflection

Sat feet grounded, hands loose by my side, open, vunerable, nothing left to hide
I'm in a room with others sharing space and air, my senses alert confirming i'm there

No performance necessary, the stage has been removed, stripped back to basics, lost egoic attitude

Is this what it's like being present not wrapped up in me, for all this time I had the tools but only now I see..

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The Fruit Salad

Sceptical satsumas with suspicious rumours of fruit bowl disclaimers

A mention of cucumber and tomato being part of the starter,
leaving melon and grape displeased and irate

A discussion re:pips reaches a conclusion, they're not welcome in this fruit salad 
inclusion 

Away with tradition and starting a drama forgetting apple, ignoring banana
substituted with kiwi replace with mango and guava

Squeezed lemon precautions of epic pear portions

No brown to be seem under lashing of cream

'This is not just any fruit salad this is a Marks and Spencers fruit salad':-)


    ....  a satirical look at society and 
predudice using fruit as the subject.. light hearted x

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Just Be

'Being lost'

                                            ...is my being lost? 

...or is my sight contrived and incongruent, looking but not focusing from so many angles

                                       Inwards out - outwards in

A' woods for the trees' moment, when overwhelming analysis clouds and distorts

                                                   'Feeling lost'

                                     ..since when was lost a feeling ?
 
Or have I dulled and muted feelings in exchange for a rational thought process that's easier than what is...

                                                     'LOST'

                         The word itself LO..yep, ST...saint? hmm no


                    Standing back now adjusting perspective, widening view 

              Lost in relation to what I ask?... who's finding who?

	Does this all matter, am I caught in a disruptive thought pattern

Just filling the void and wasting the time, asking the questions and justifying the whys..

                           A lifetime of crossing the t's and dotting the i's
                                              
                                           STOP THINKING!!

                                                             .... just be

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Soulfire

I fell upon a dreadlocked man, with wood he made, with my heart he ran

For never before have i known of such inspiring thought and tempting touch

So to the forest we made our way, with plans of happy, joyful play

The trees did shelter to a degree, but not enough to protect me

As we sat faces aglow, around the fire his head hung low

For what he said he meant no harm, to save me from his free-spirited charm

You may think that denotes the end, for the woodland two that would depend

But something quite wonderful happened that night, with flickering flames and souls alight

Just like a butterfly held too tight will die, we set it free and watched it fly

It landed thankfully on a tree representing what may be

Colour, beauty, dancing wings, our friendship began cut loose of strings

I found a friend and will always be,  there for him as he is for me

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My Face

Quite white really not brown as first stated, 
olive skin, dark eyes only what i've created

Apply the bronzer, smudged charcoal lines, complete with mascara my personality 
defined

Nothing too bad beneath, but what peoples expectations command,
a prisoner, a slave to my artistic hand

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The Warm Awakening

A haze of flickering flies dance, seemly with no purpose or direction,
like a TV in need of a signal

The sky vast and infinite above looms ever growing, ever blue,
a dusting of tranquil clouds suspend effortlessly

Green escapes from every pore, every conceivable crevis
where once cold, harsh stone stood strong and ruled, 
now nature and life become abundant

Fresh and new besides relics of past necessity
Did these designs of function and structure ever imagine their solid, powerful 
density being compramised by delicate roots and saplings, overcome by creeping 
colour, smothered beneath teeming greenery

It would appear not, for in those long, bleak winter months they had lost all memories of the warm awakening.. and with that came spring..

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Safe From Harm

The rain like an army of crazed crickets in an over sized paper bag,

Or the drum roll of anxious fingers on my writing pad

Wind blows with the force of one thousand story book wolves,

Navigates the skyline and challenges the weather striken walls

From within what seems to be the eye of the storm a light quiver, delicate but true

It wavers with stray wisps of breeze, as they find their way through cracks, laiden with tales of toppling trees

But in this safe place, nestled away from harm the beacon burns regardless, with inner strength radiates calm

To protect the dancing flame, keep all windows bolted, never open up the door,

Alleviate the barrage, fight the light no more

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Alternative

The music they liked made them who they were..

The ' popular music'  the kids grooves didn't touch that nerve

'Alternative'  that was the word.. different not main stream, a sound evoking feeling, lyrics well deserved 

Songs of meaning not just rhyme.. remembering each album track, rewinding each line

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Coming Down

I know it well, i know his paranoid mind.. tapping foot, agitated eyes, looking 
everywhere but in mine

He pushes his cigarette butt further into the cup, projecting his contorted thought 
onto something inanimate.. 
willfully taking the focus away.. discomfort in his own skin he tries not to display
 
He knows its just time now that separates him from straight thinking and sound 
mind.. 
silently begging for the allowance of sleep to grant him calm then peace

For in these hours following a euphoric night, he bargains and promises himself 
                                      'that was the last time', 
like the time before and time before that, a habit to be broken and yes to be free.. 
when he finds the answer i hope he shares it with me...

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Blinded By the Life

I am righteous without experience

I am proud without honor

I have principles without morals

I see clearly with no vision

I have strength without mercy

I have knowledge without truth

I demand respect but set no example

Hypocrisy be my loathing but it also be my guide

My mind is a muscle, my body merely its tool

Soul long forgotten, spirit overruled

I am a man living in ignorance and happy to be..

Blinkered by Goverment, motivated by gain

Inward thinker, placing the blame

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