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Eyes of the storm
Cut me open, bleed me dry
A knife not a tool, a liberator
Their is the forgiving woman with sorrow
Deep in those eyes, to a place
I am oh so unfamiliar with
There are places you know, you see
It is the dark holding our sparks
A flock of deft touches and harmony
Yet the pulse of the thunder rolls over
Sparks scattered, hidden or gone
You will never, never...
Sunday 18th August 2024 11:58 am
Close to the Flames
I stood outside the gates of Hell,
Ready to dive headlong into flame,
But you put your hand on my shoulder,
Turned me toward you and kissed my face.
You held me tightly against you and promised
You’d protect me for all eternity.
You assured me I was one of the good ones,
And I never should have been in this place.
You led me from the depths to a softer light,
And we lay,...
Saturday 1st December 2018 1:07 pm
The Angels
I saw the footsteps of an angel
Within the deep pools of blood
No one noticed the scarlet halo
Because angels are meant to be good
No one mourned the demons
No one shed a tear
No one noticed the angels descend
Until there was nothing to feel but fear
The angels smiled as they hurt you
And laughed as our children cried
There were no demons left to save the pe...
Sunday 10th December 2017 8:52 pm
FORGIVENESS
Forgiveness is my best friend
she gives such relief
---
Finding my best friend
can be such a challange
She often hides in the corners of my mind
plays hide and seek with my heart
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It's so hard to let go
and let her do her magic
It's easier to sit in the dark closet
holding onto anger
---
Anger is black and painful
it takes from my soul
It lies and ch...
Wednesday 28th December 2016 4:05 am
Trial & Tribulation
Trial And Tribulation.
Blackness all around,
the depths of infinity.
They told me not to look.
A sixteen year old girl
told not to do something.
So I looked………
The slow twilight
as the sun began
to be devoured.
The ghostly stillness
of the cosmos
descending upon
Mother Earth, until,
it seemed,
the whole world
held...
Sunday 3rd November 2013 8:15 pm
Phoenix
(I)
This morning Samantha is building a bonfire
Down on the waste ground in rubbish and weeds
Ferrying armloads of boxes and bin-bags
Burning a life that she no longer needs.
Out of the cardboard seep velvets and spangles,
Hairpieces, handcuffs, impractical shoes,
Skimpy silk underwear, ropes and brass bangles -
The tools of a trade that she’ll no longer use.
Crimson red li...
Sunday 8th March 2009 3:56 pm
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