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Showing posts from February, 2011

the return

I know the how
I know the when
I know I am diminished by the why
and dismissal plunders deep

the skin dries, peels,
over and over
and over

the new virgin flesh
is supple and chaste

divest of mind clutter
massage gently
at the points of remember

to float beside me
lay comfortably

of their presence
not needing
to feel or do

it just is...

( I found this in my drafts, revisited it is even more so a truth)

One year on

and I find I am still breathing, feeling, loving, holding my life in my hands
one year on and I find I am void of anger, bitterness, holding still, a little disappointment
one year on, I find much is the same, friends, family others, holding me back from shadow

one year on and I find I like myself,  no longer lost, hidden,  settling for less, for the sake of  'us', holding on to the real me again

one year on, and I find much is different, mostly within me, I hunger for life I thirst for courage I mostly breathe in wonder
one year on and I find I am filled with curiosity, realising that what was, isn't all there is, isn't all there should be, holding out for a better way,
a better me

14th February 2011

Bottoms up!

Cheers! Slainte! Prost! L'chaim! 
Skal!  Na zdoroviel!  Sante!
cin cin!
 Up yours!

time for extreme measures...

everything is just fine here

Rise, rise, rise...

For my friend 'Suburbia', for whom today I shed bucket loads,
she rose like a warrior today, I'm so proud of you,
she is fab, feisty and forty something

and for my girlies, you know who you are,

and for me

Still I RiseYou may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, lik…

Marchons! Marchons!

Flicked on the rugby, it's Six Nations time again....and phoar!!!  Stopping by to check them there thighs, and it's such a good game, I haven't yet switched back to ITV2 to gauggle at Steven Tyler  so must be good
... and then they brought on  Chabal not a fan of muscley bodies then there is always the exception
Just because I can and in case he hasn't reach your tv screen thought I would share him with you! My pleasure