Nicola Beckett on BANANAS
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The person that I want to be
dies every day.
I never know exactly when, or how.
Sometimes it is sudden,
I often struggle, I often cling,
Sometimes, fatalistically, I just give in
But the person I want to be dies every day
Sometimes many times.
Sunday 21st February 2021 1:26 am
From the spirit to the soul
From the soul to the heart
From the heart to the brain
From the brain to the throat
From the throat to the mouth
From one mouth to the next
From one language to another
Through the experiences
And the emotions of each listener
The original message
Is ever and forever
Lost in translation
And only if only
Sunday 3rd January 2021 2:55 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
You only really win, having lost.
On the front lawn, all is identical until you notice it.
Every other blade you see its 50 shades greener than your own.
Those shades depend on light. Those blades gleam off light refracted.
Who has the light?
Every day you look, you stare, you glare
with a drink, with a book, with a chair, with a care.
Your care, carelessly, mi...
Sunday 4th January 2015 10:42 pm