I pluck a feather from the air
An angel passing
As the champagne cork
flew across the room
The mirror ball spun
Silver dancing fairies lit the room
We jive to the sound of jazz
In a smoke-filled room
Clash with a stranger’s shoulder
The beat slows to a gentle sway
Dancing closer now
The feeling between us electric…
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Being here in the first place
The friendships we make
The lovers we take
Fighting through the storms
While an angry mother
Tries to rearrange the world we live on
The beauty of a coral reef
The sunsets, the full moon
So many gifts
The hand of a stranger offering help
The sound of a new-born baby’s cry
Life continuing
Someone will always be here
While others leave
A reminder of our immortality
Art made by a stranger’s hand
That we like to look upon
Most of all to be loved
To love in return, to live, to prosper…
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I fly over land and sea
Finding all I am meant to see
Astral body glowing bright
Alongside birds who fly at night
I see tall dark trees in winters light
Reaching for each other to say goodnight
Spring returns with summers oncoming light
New warmth returning bright green leaves
We sleep now beneath soft grey clouds
Curtains drawn against the dying of the light
A strip of blue as a reminder of days return
With a slow spinning world
We root our lives upon…
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What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Is it the many other parts of you?
Is it the shadow of your childhood
standing behind you?
How many of those young dreams
still beat inside your heart?
Does the grey hair remind you
of the inevitable?
Old dreams become new,
you no longer look for yesterday…
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I heard a shadow scream
With bodily form within
My heart wrenched with need to help
The cry held the tears of the world
Weighing heavily on my mind
Stepping into the darkness
I heard the whispered words
She took my life, I was flushed away
I cannot move back nor forward
My spirit lies in limbo.
I knew this spirit, my mind
rushed back to my 11-year-old self
On instructions, it was my hand
that flushed this small body away
my life went on. It’s now in later years
I hear the echo of those days…
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I
Pilot
My own dreams
Nightmares come too
They won’t be held back
My mind captivated
By the charms in this strange world
The people I greet I may meet
I feel my heart flutter try to wake
Back here in my own world they are waiting
I circle, I climb, drifting over strange worlds
Shadowed nightmares follow close behind
My heart now beats a kettle drum
I run, try to reach safety
What part of this nightmare?
Do I bring back home?
This spinning thread
Of silver
Broken
dreams
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I
Met the
Ghost within
My silent self
One who whispers words
To hear inspiration
Letting my own light shine through
Life to my imagination
I grow with sweet silent whispered words
To shine as bright as stars in the dark night…
Justice, no more than a roll of the dice
An acid tongued judge, passing judgement
On other people’s lives
Often without knowing the true story
As to how this poor soul stood in the dock
I leave the jury room, outside, the hail hits me
On the back of my neck
I act instinctively, run for cover
Safe, I scratch the back of my neck
It feels sore. Acid rain maybe.
I know where I would rather be
I need to burrow under my duvet
Forget the world, for me it often runs too fast
I hate the feeling of being the one
To tamper with someone’s problems
I judged him guilty on the evidence given
Too fast, his life now behind bars
Maybe I will bake a cake with a file hidden inside
So, he can hack his way to freedom
No one knew I had been living with this man
For the past ten years, on ill-gotten gains…
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I search distant lands for beauty
Sacred sites fill my eyes
Yet none remain in beauty
My feet cannot find
The image held in mind
I have no words to tell
From whence it comes
To haunt me
My heart so filled with longing
For beauty’s eyes to see me
When darkness comes
Her light surrounds me
I sleep in the arms of beauty
Morning light steals her from me
With hollow heart I continue
Must I die in search of beauty?
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We seemed to be the only people
Sitting in this sun filled cathedral of tall trees
The rock warm beneath me
The space whispered of ancient times
Secrets I wish I could hear
I wondered if the stone I held would speak to me
I heard a loud splash, as if a stone
had been thrown into the river
Looking carefully, I could see no one
I took this as my answer
The stone was mine
I held it in my hand like a sacred treasure, a gift
I wonder what secrets
it might whisper to my waiting mind
I might have to wait a while
As I am not good at meditating
If anything comes, I will let you know…
