Monday, 31 August 2015

You Can't Save The Ones You Love - Inspired by Jason Silva

The lyrics,
The rhythm,
Cementing the tragedy,
Reliving it momentarily.

Bleeding to be saved,
Romance the savior,
Reflection is beauty,
Control is behavior.

How can we save ourselves?
How can we go on?
How do we let go?
The death of love.

It happened,
We existed,
We felt more than we could have imagined,
Forever plastered in pictures and poems.

I am the creator,
Of the past,
How I remember it,
Forever makes it last.

You were the wounded,
The little bird I tried to save,
From past experiences I knew,
Yet I still tried to save you.

Love is the connection,
Severed and in dismay,
Love is the existential bummer,
That we all somehow crave.

Logic is our savior,
As well as our demise,
Learning to live and dream,
And still feel alive.

Emotional awareness,
My greatest asset,
Self rationalising till I fully understand it,
Emotions clouding the water, I drift in it.

I can't save the ones I love,
I can only live in awe,
Experiencing "mindgasm",
That's what I'm striving for.


Friday, 28 August 2015

I Don't Miss You

I miss the cuddles,
I miss the human touch,
I miss the wanting and the lust,
But I don't miss you.

I miss the dinners,
I miss the dancing,
I miss the laughing and socialising,
But I don't miss you.

I miss the belonging,
I miss the security,
I miss the possibility,
But I don't miss you.

Although when I think about it all,
I've got the coffees,
Ive got the human touch,
I will regain my wanting and my lust.

I've got the diners,
The VIP parties too,
I've got the dancing,
So I really don't miss you.

I don't miss your smile or your addictive denial,
I don't miss your lack of interesting conversation,
I don't miss your disgusting irrisponsible behaviour,
I don't miss your insane and erratic emotions.

I don't miss your inability for empathy,
I don't miss the way you discarded me,
I don't miss your insecurity and jealousy,
I truly don't miss you, most days I wonder what I ever saw in you.



Tuesday, 11 August 2015

By Surprise

Sometimes life takes you by surprise,
Dreaded moments turn out to be,
More pleasant than predicted,
More remarkable than foreseen .

Sometimes life kidnaps you for a ride,
Negative preemption turns into,
Eases into,
Instant relief of apprehension.

Sometimes life turns 360 degrees,
Flipping you from,
Destructive to creative energy,
Fueling more than just self sustainability.

Sometimes life flips you upside down,
Allowing for a different perspective,
A chance to be grateful,
The fresh angle is experiential.

Sometimes life catches up on you,
Reminding,
Confining,
Encroaching on you.

Sometimes life is smooth sailing,
Floating from moment to moment,
Buoyant on awareness,
Moved only by your senses.

Sometimes life is not an easy catch,
Reeling and reeling,
A fight to win,
Pulling with everything you have left to give.

Sometimes life seems clear and true,
Purpose defined in everything you do,
Pride and ego at the forefront too,
Only for life to come knocking on the door to remind you,
That life is ever changing and so are you.


Monday, 10 August 2015

You Were The One

You were the one,
Who taught me about addiction,
The psychological affliction.

You were the one,
Who taught me about rejection,
A priceless life lesson.

You were the one,
Who taught me about respect,
How to value myself when there is nothing else left.

You were the one,
Who taught me patience,
It's not a virtue that can be wasted.

You were the one,
Who taught me about trust,
Such a fine line when you're in love.

You were the one,
Who taught me about myself,
A person I now love and trust.

You were the one,
Who taught me not to judge,
Myself for what I do and don't want.

You were the one,
Who taught me about pain,
There is nothing quite like the sting of being discarded.

You were the one,
Who taught me about disgust,
I've never been so put off.

You were the one,
Who taught me about giving chances,
They need to be limited to avoid disappointment.

You were the one,
Who taught me about friendships,
How sad that you know nothing of it.

You were the one,
Who taught me about fragility,
Emotions to deep to verbalise to me.

You were the one,
Who taught me about honesty,
Something you'll never give anybody.

You were the one,
Who taught me about emotional instability,
Comforting with a "Du-du" like a baby.

You were the one,
Who taught me about empathy,
So sad its a skill you'll never match to me.

You were the one,
Who taught me about falsities,
Never answering anything with complete honesty.

You were the one,
Who taught me about insanity,
Never knowing what you want, your life in a slump.

You were the one,
Who taught me to let go,
Walking away from the man I'll never really know.



Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Imagine A Woman In Love With Herself By Patricia Lynn Reilly

“Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who has acknowledged the past’s influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates her body’s rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who embraces her sexuality as her own.
A woman who delights in pleasuring herself.
Who experiences her erotic sensations without shame or guilt.

Imagine a woman who honors the body of Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her precious life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who has access to the full range of human emotion.
A woman who expresses her feelings clearly and directly.
Who allows them to pass through her as gracefully as a breath.

Imagine a woman who tells the truth.
A woman who trusts her experience of the world and expresses it.
Who refuses to defer to the thoughts, perceptions, and responses of others.

Imagine a woman who follows her creative impulses.
A woman who produces original creations.
Who refuses to color inside someone else’s lines.

Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman who refuses to surrender to gods, gurus, and higher powers.
A woman who has descended into her own inner life.
Who asserts her will in harmony with its impulses and instincts.

Imagine a woman who is interested in her own life.
A woman who embraces her life as teacher, healer, and challenger.
Who is grateful for the ordinary moments of beauty and grace.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who trusts her inner sense of what is right for her.
Who refuses to twist her life out of shape to meet the expectations of others.

Imagine a woman who participates in her own life.
A woman who meets each challenge with creativity.
Who takes action on her own behalf with clarity and strength.

Imagine a woman who has crafted a fully formed solitude.
A woman who is available to herself.
Who chooses friends and lovers with the capacity to respect her solitude.

Imagine a woman who refuses to diminish her life so others will feel better.
A woman who brings the fullness of her years, experience, and wisdom into each relationship.
Who expects others to be challenged and blessed by her presence in their lives.

Imagine a woman who assumes equality in her relationships.
A woman who no longer believes she is inferior to men and in need of their salvation.
Who has taken her rightful place beside them in the human community.

Imagine a woman who refuses to use her precious life-energy managing crisis and conflict.
A woman whose relationships deepen in satisfaction and contentment without depleting her.
Who chooses friends and lovers with the necessary skills to navigate through the challenges of life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine a woman who has relinquished the desire for intellectual safety and approval.
A woman who makes a powerful statement with every word she speaks, every action she takes.
Who asserts to herself the right to reorder the world.

Imagine a woman who has grown in knowledge and love of herself.
A woman who has vowed faithfulness to her own life and capacities.
Who remains loyal to herself. Regardless.

Imagine yourself as this woman.”

I DO!


Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Forgetting

I remember the dancing,
Oh I remember it well,
The security and freedom all at once.

I remember the laughing,
I remember almost crying,
Laughing till more than your stomach is tightening.

I remember the smiles,
Wide from ear to ear,
Photographs that capture the feeling of you near.

I remember the adventures,
Taking giant leaps of faith,
Free falling to escape.

I remember the warmth,
The summer sun shine,
The cold of beers when you were still mine.

I remember the excitement,
The butterflies and longing,
My body and soul almost belonging.

I remember the honesty,
When you said nothing at all,
All I needed was to hear your breath rise and fall.

I remember the joy,
Of simply being together,
Responsibilities as light as a feather.

I remember our youth,
The intensity of it all,
Emotions like tidal waves that rise and fall.




Monday, 3 August 2015

There Is No Conscience In Insanity

I know you're not aware,
I know you cannot see,
The depth of your insanity.

Weeks and weeks of reflection,
Words of admiration and affection,
Three days later using words as a weapon.

I know you tried your best,
Overcoming irrational jealousy and insecurity,
If you knew yourself you'd recognise the insanity.

One minute you're sure,
The next you're not,
Emotions ever changing my heart caught in the knot.

One minute you love me,
Admiring all of me,
The next day you're telling me no man will ever want me.

You have no idea who you really are,
Your emotions deep,
Your decisions shallow.

Maybe it's not conscious,
Putting me through hell,
Either way I'm done.

I can no longer suffer,
I can no longer believe,
Your insanity is all I see.