Thursday, January 22, 2015


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An aberrant line, etched across the whiteness of her skin,
a map of self-destruction and continual conflict.
Yet every dawn finds her looking towards tomorrow
with an absolute expectancy that the cradle of her dreams
lies just beyond the illuminated horizon.

Friday, January 16, 2015

The Winter of our Soul

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In the dying landscape of a soul that is divided
by complexities as woven into the fibre of her being,
where her heart and her head are warring in a bitter fight of knowing
that the victor will be shedding as much blood as he who died...
exists a draw towards the cold of a frozen panorama,
blinding white so’s not to see, silent in the howling winds,
to stand dormant in this tundra of an unforgiving land
‘til the stars and moon have shifted and her death brings her to life.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Solitude, my Anchor

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I treasure the silence that surrounds me,
the absence of the shifting energy
and perceptions that stream through me
and invade my being unwanted,
whilst in the presence of others.

Solitude subdues the inner voices
that drive a need to numb my consciousness,
a place where I feel I truly belong,
to roam with the urges that capture my heart
without pretence or explanation,
where my truth and thoughts
live unforced and free.

Friday, January 2, 2015

The Parameters of Time

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In the parameters of time are written,
intrinsic to the duality of our nature, good and bad,
the choices we must make, what dependence we must conquer,
to feel the exhilaration of pure satisfaction
in the form you choose to accept.
You delve into the valleys of your darkest surrender,
to the very limit of your freedom and imagination,
‘til your soul is set free to fly through starlit nights
of such blinding beauty it enhances your sight,
for you to reach that moment in time
when you have touched all whom you’re meant to touch,
and you can fall into the pillow of eternal sleep.