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I am not a puzzle to be solved

I am a being to be experienced

I am a soul to be savoured

Claim me and I will be your Venus

your goddess in love and war

Honour me with right intentions

Set me high on a pedestal of integrity

so we see each other eye to eye

Fill me and I will surround you

Unflinching

Resolute

Unapologetic

Reality

Undefeatable

Truth

Unconquerable

Joy incarnate

Beauty

Love

Unadulterated

Pure

I Am Woman.

GB 11.06 a.m. July 28, 2015

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Missing Home

hands

Do I dare utter

the words

even to myself

you who remain

nameless

you who are

untouchable

how I yearn

for that touch

you who consume

me yet remain

wholly unattainable

you who came

unannounced

and stayed, inked into

my skin

my being

you my truth

wrapped this broken body

gentle bandages of hope,

sweet understanding as you

wrapped me with you

gentle, hard

soothingly rough

drinking the other in

deeper and deeper still

in a quest to reach the soul

I heal

only

I cannot utter

words

to say I miss you

to say I still long

for your arms

to carry me into back

that deep cavern

of peaceful bliss

the saltiness

of sweat on your skin

the cloying sweetness

of your tongue

visions

all the while bandaging

tying up the brokenness

of my thumping blistering

heart

bliss found

remembered

cherished

I kiss the scars

of your soul still

reaching out

tell you you’re a

beautiful tangle of

scars, muscle, joy, pureness, laughter

courage, hopes unfulfilled, strength

I’ll heal your wounds

as you fill mine

your arms carried me

from the crossroads

to the palace of certainty

only

that palace was made

of illussions of smoky longing far

from reality

bites

all our discoveries

treasures unearthed

all the joy of knowing

 as I stroked your head

peaceful in my lap

I could stop wishing

upon stars

because I now had

the universe in my hands

you’ve gone

left me undone

fault lines in my

soul

a broken compass

you left a haunting

poem inside of me

and every time I

breath out

a line exhales into

the world

only

I am not allowed

to say this

you genuine purveyor

of my soul how I miss

the stolen kisses

from your lips

you made me

a firey hurricane

breathed life

into hollow marrow

melting the ice

in my veins, puddles

only

I am not allowed

to say

I miss your hands

your lips, your being

to mine

I miss tracing my

fingers on your salty skin

I am wrecked

by longing

I am broken

by wanting

I am unraveled

by needing

I am not allowed

you

are

not

mine

Madison Park, July 20, 2015

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too much

there were moments
when dark, typhlotic
clouds threatened
to just get darker
when everything
seemed too much
too much pain
too much grief
too much hate
no light pierced
through
no, not a sliver
shoulders ached
from the burden
sorrow placed
i didn’t realise
I was too much
underneath it all
too much courage
too much joy
too much love
too
much
lifedublin sunrise by radicaljuice

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Same Me

hopeSame me
Less hair, a little belly
Same me
Lines around my face
Same me
loving a good beat.
Same me
ruling the dance floor
Same me
finding travel exciting
Same me
cities and towns to explore
Same me
brave on the outside
Same me
quivering inside
Same me
Older, wiser, sicker
Same me
beauty seen, valued
Same me
for all good, gratitude
Same me
for all evil, forgive
Same me
praying for strength
Same me
hoping for courage
Same me
one day at a time
Same me
joy to live
Same me
fear passed, hope flickers
Same me
no more old baggage
Same me
new destination, new journey

May 20, 2015

[based on a conversation with an elderly neighbour]

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March 14, 2015 Leave a comment
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
– Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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Matteo Pugliese sculpture

Death need not concern us because when we exist death does not, and when death exists we do not.
– Epicurus

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incense

January 21, 2015 Leave a comment

censer

the altar was laid
silks and velvet
silver and gold
is it a celebration
or a sacrifice
what was once had
or what is to begin
incense
floats
upward
spirals
turn
twist
arise
to
the
heavens
the bells ring
devotees enter
prayers offered
hoping they too
arise as the
clouds of incense
sweet
yet pungent
cloy yet
soothing
ahh, but wait
what do we see
upon that altar
where did that
thing come from
what is it that barely
makes a move
what are we to do
to make of this
laid on the altar
the constantly
changing, ever
shifting plume
billowing
smoke, incense
dreams, pains
hopes
shame twisted
with anger
just as the
incense releases
its fragrance
only when it
is lit by flames
this here lies
the sorry remnant
of a life
unworthy
to be lived
perhaps at last
to be of use
in some
inconsequential
manner.
bells clang
from the steeple
the smoke
rises from
the censer
hurry or you
may end up
missing this
the final act
of the final
rites
for a life
unworthy
to be lived
.
.
.
unworthy
to be lived.

[image courtesy of william weedon]

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