If I pour my heart
Out to you
Is it too heavy?
You see, I need
A good strong woman
A big heart
For if she wishes
To pour out too
I have grown strong
From holding on
For so long.
The wait of it
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Freedom within
'There is freedom within
There is freedom without...
Don't dream it's over
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
Don't let them win...'
Lyrics to Don't Dream It's Over by Crowded House'
Some Other Soul
Save me not
From this world
Shop of horrors
One who will
Save me yet
From myself
Perpetual
Broken heartedness
Self imposed abandon
Whose presence
Has gravity
Of the kind kind
Holds up a mirror
Says, I like your flaws
They match your expectations
Then we hold hands
Into the wide blue
Sky, sea and yonder
Once it turns
Red, orange, pink
Sit in wonder
Till sleep befalls
Stars unnumbered
Past light future wish
Some other soul
Like mine
Crush
So aptly named
Immersion
Deep dive into springs
Coiled anticipation
Endless well
Sensory sublime
See you in dream time
Weary
Speaking to power
Attempts to still storms
With command of breath
No matter
Wind changes
Clouds part
If you wait
Long enough
Another year
You lit a fire
One night
Walked away
Let it blaze
Forgot to turn around
To put out the flames
So it rages
All this time
Should I not have
Fuelled its rise?
Smoke signals
Over horizon
Miles and years
From where you left
They say it's better
Clear the weeds
Let seeds burst
Another year
The greatest deed
The greatest deed of self love
When in deleterious deficit
Simply to write one's thoughts and feelings
In a thousand different ways
Then set about, daily, to treaure it.
Pull
Strongest of morning
Nestled in pure silence
Gravitas draws down
Most poignant moment
Into my coffee cup
I dwell
Steamy thoughts fill
My nose, eyes, throat
Ravenous groan
Deep in cavernous want
Mind lifts up
Sun reddening stoic
Organ pipes above
A herald echoes
In conscious moment
Pulling me to wake
From cosy slumber
Of longing
In my own skin
Layers as filo pastry
Deliciously warmed
Under the same sun
Peel away while sleeping
New versions of ourselves
Quietly revealing
Still the same old, same old
Heaving, breathing
Precious burst illuminating
Memories slink across my face
In diamond cut wrinkles
Glitter all over the place
Count the stars of heaven 