Poetry Blogs (breathe)
My vitality feels resuscitated with every breathe we share
two halves of a heart
you are the oxygen that pumps, vestibule, pair of consonance heartbeats
bounce off the walls.
we jump up and down hand in hand
your touch warms through and lights a fire inside and around
sound mind when your whisper incites a riot
the night is charged, god particles in the air.
our souls dance...
Friday 30th August 2019 4:12 am
Here I go, take a step onto the stage called life.
Finally awake for the first time. Fully present here and now. What a gift.
Hold onto your handlebars.
I take this breath like dope.
Into my blood, down into the depths of my being.
Where being is seeing.
Like a probe searching for answers.
My feet carry my swiftly as I walk.
Rooted firmly in the earth, I am strong.
Tuesday 28th May 2019 2:59 pm
It's hard when you're always lying,
Always hiding the way you feel.
Losing your sight on truthful words,
Forgetting what is real.
It's hard when you forget to laugh
And you're scared that someone might see.
Hoping no one saw your face,
As you struggle to remember how to breathe.
It's hard to pretend you're happy,
And you're terrified someone might ask.
It's becoming harder every day;
Friday 17th August 2018 8:40 am
From 2,000 and now
Until 2,000 and when ever...
I'mma keep it pressin',
New World Order
Wanna bring it all together.
Controllin' the weather...
Yeeeah, it's a conspiracy
From Lincoln to Kennedy.
And it's gon' be plenty more,
From here until infinity...
Every 3 hundred and sixty centuries
Humankind is aligned
With the ori...
Wednesday 6th December 2017 3:25 am
These are other people’s stories you lose yourself in to escape, to live another life, to become someone different..Yet you don’t see how beautiful the one you are in is.
Breathing incense and admiring the little pot of sunshine unselfconsiously lost in your head. I see you wrapping Christmas presents and drinking tea, full of laughter and happiness. Don’t forget where you are and where you hav...
Saturday 10th June 2017 12:21 am
My lungs breathe in most of everything,
No matter the toxicity.
Some days I hold in the putrid air,
Until I'm left gasping.
Friday 14th October 2016 6:03 am
We take so much for granted
from this world on which we play,
the breath inside our lungs
drawn in from a cold and windy day.
Draining the life from a world already
so drawn and stretched to it's limits,
desperately trying to imbibe
the scarcities still deep within it.
To live; to breathe; to follow time
as down the wind it sails
against all odds and obstacl...
Saturday 16th May 2015 3:40 am