Tag: #beingyou
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Swords & Flowers

It’s been a long walk To the house softness. I sulk, balk and talk.. Of extreme-unfairness To the sharp edges..Swords are safe hedgesFlowers are lethal truthSo strange, yet smoothI see the real form nowAs the veil lifts like a doveStill love the sword more Sheathed now by flower door
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I Came For The Cake

No more crumbs of bakeryI want the entire patisserieAll the croissants & cakes Marzipan tart & bakesI will have my fill & moreThen float out of the doorSans guilt, shame or sorriesBurn ‘em in oven with worriesMy life; this wild pet, precious Will be bold & conspicuous A multi tired wedding prepLiving, laughing at each…
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Coming Back Home

I fell in love with the forest. In it my loudness was swallowed By the sounds of its morning creatures In it my too muchness was morphedBy the towering trees – 1000 years old In it my weirdness was adoptedBy the family of unknown species In it my treble voice was made chorusBy the billion…
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A Grand Feast

You want to give me attentionOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like coffee.You want to give me validationOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like sugar.You want to give me adviceOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like tea leaf.You want to give me painOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like chilly.You want to give me companyOkay, I’ll take it. It’s…
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Birthing One-Self

I am the good girl thatShunned her shadow &Was forced to kiss them!They tasted of pain & Grief & loss & hate & shame.It was my own AuschwitzWithin, desperate to holdOn to hope amidst theInvisible, internal torture ofThe Dark soul of the night.When I had learnt to cradleMy two year old wee self I was…
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My True North

You are the bridge On which I cross overFrom the side of fearTo other side to freedomYou are the spineOn which I standFrom the endless crawlTo up straight on my legsYou are the rockOn which I climb overFrom the deep abyssTo the top of the mountainYou are the faithOn which I rest my lifeFrom being…
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Black & Gold

Like a volcano I can blow upIncinerating this earthSuch is the force withinBut a fine balance swingsBy the grace of divineOf this I am sure.In this intense heat,As I cook .. I keep tryingTo learn the art of notAsking how much longerDo I have to stay andWhen can I leave.As I sit silent & solemnIn…
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Cake, Autumn & Tea

Like in autumn treesLoose their leaves that Touch the earth & decay I loose parts of me That dissolve & fill My cup of silent griefThere are many graves Invisible but felt onWarm winter morningsShowing up like Unsolicited visitors At my thick door of silenceShaped like tears of various Size out it of nowhere And…
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Death On A Pale Horse

Like Hades with scepterGalloping a pale horseIt moves under my skinThis itch of discomfortOf not doing it all, Of not doing enoughMy mind feeds this Ugly thorn bush growingInsatiably, out of controlSuffocating my heartMy soul. Wrapping it inDark, despondent clouds;In which thrives theFear of not enough timeSpiraling my being ..Into a dark worm holeAn abyss…
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Ascent With My Beast

On some odd days In many different waysMy mind asks Amidst many tasksWhy do you ride?Is it to hide?Or is it sheer prideTo broadcast world wide?It became a puzzle..!& I had to arm wrestleWith this tricky questionSpewed by my inner function It left me paralyzed Also partially euthanizedThen one afternoon, Thankful very soon.. It came…
