How did I not know? How did I miss the signs? How did I not notice? Was there not a change in her voice? Did she not lose the twinkle in her eye? How could I not see the torment she was suffering inside? Was I so absorbed in my own life? Fooled by her … Continue reading A Mother’s Anxiety
Note To Self…
I must remember that I, the self, does not exist. . It’s just a concept . I am everything around me I am consciousness I am awareness . All of the things used to describe me belong to themselves I am not attached to ‘the self’ I am simply this... I am … Continue reading Note To Self…
Bubbling under She’s holding it down Playing it safe Where the devil is known Mindful of her manner Watching her mouth Keeping her counsel Holding on to her truth As she sees it But it’s vague and unclear Contrary to much And obscured by the fear Of the looks on their faces When she is … Continue reading Roar
Pressure builds Reality fades Brain clogged up Nothing left to gain . A continuous flow Of subliminal messages Never enough Living up to external images . Taking on more than what is Frantic Exhausted The future takes hold Controlled Haunted . Expectations win Reality takes a seat No time to think Heart skips a beat … Continue reading Stressed.
Good grief girl
Good grief girl What are you doing What are you saying What did you expect Your wiles are unkempt and all showing This is not what’s required of your sex You are lacking in decorum You are devoid of grace There is a distinct air of derision Writ, quite blatant all over your face There … Continue reading Good grief girl
Believing it’s what we need Rather than what we want Tricked into thought With an unnecessary response. Whilst the world burns down The seas continue to rise Ignorant people follow suit Living out their foolish lies. Deadlines must be met But for who? Or why? Generations of rushed people Never a break Too busy … Continue reading Today.
Can’t sit Mind walks. Can’t walk Mind flies. Can’t fly Mind sits, Sinks and cries. - H. O'Neill - Jack Hare (photograph)
Tribute To My Smallest Tooth
You've worked so hard for so long Pressing every particle down inside The body has a testament to your determination A fleshy statement of willpower To choose any other way is weakness You are surrounded by weak people . But as you get older You realise that perhaps real weakness is Forcing yourself to live … Continue reading Tribute To My Smallest Tooth
All month, week, day my anticipation grew By you, I knew I’d be enveloped again Soon as I entered the gates I could smell you Not everyone’s favorite perfume, maybe Yet for me Nostalgia and adventure brewed Up the stairs I could hear mumbling Was it you? Or just the chatter of patrons, patriots Lining … Continue reading Fandango
Seven Days Of Poetry
Today I woke up, Then I fell back asleep. Again and again. . For one week, I was falling and waking but not in that order. . Where am I, And what is this torture? . Daylight’s not a commodity, But it will rise again tomorrow. There’s no way to spend it, There’s nothing to … Continue reading Seven Days Of Poetry