I'm caught in the matrix
The womb
there's a gli.. glit... glitch

The twilight zone
I'm at the bottom of the deepest ocean
i'm blinded by the light

The phone's ringing....... ?
I don't have one
i never answer the land line - I don't have one

Hello?
Hello?
are you there?

You are afraid to remove your tedium
Fearful of the fallout
The banal europaeus is holding the leash at your throat to the studded collar around your neck
it digs in
A sorceress
She put toenail of beast in your brew a long, long time ago
consequences
She has fattened you up - for the banquet
You are the cheese platter when everyone is glutted
Don't look sideways or you might see something you can feast on
peripheral vision
The scholar has stalled
The pendant has curbed
The kittens have been sold leaving the mother cat a bitter Queen
biting
Time to wander into the palpitating stream
It flows to the wild, capricious & abstruse white light of the sun

My (in)sanity has gone on holidays
It's in a place that's fluid, formless & welcoming
Cool, warm
My breadbasket is full, expanding - comfortably
Everything is relaxed and - lazy
I catch the songs of my childhood
Crystal dreaming
Silently screaming
That liquid breeze
I fold into myself and nurture the memories
Beautiful solitude
Private, personal space
No one can see me so
I'm safe here
Let this time never end
Everyone is on the move
And so am I
Being me
At home in myself

..
& hold it
to your heart
in the key
of G
..

& for those of you who like to read more.....

..
the key of G is warm
like toast & jam
holding space
is like chilli
& ice

Scream.
silently
in the breath of the one who knows
& feels
just like you
..

the actress said
i lost one line
one line
and now i'm here
with
you

ya know Trish?
i've been feelin'  f.ck..g  GREAT lately
& ya know what else Trish?
it's  f.ck..g  awesome!

lost in the woods
banging into dust and earth
looking for the way out
breathing isn't a priority

Trish. Grab my hand!
.

i thought i had an appointment tomorrow
i didn't get a txt to confirm

What are you doing!?
Same as you.
Intellectualising.

he said he could play the piano
he can't
i said i could sing
i can't
a beautiful deception

I don't know what to say other than I'm glad to be back.
I've been wondering what I did with my time.
Then I realised I was writing.
Writing it all down.
So.
Here I am.
Back on the black board.
Rub it off?
Leave it there.
whateva
But.
Here we go.
Again.

:-)

...
my eyes
are being plucked out

by the AI in the sky
...

all quite odd really

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the pag
Well
there you go
it's all about the 'pag'
what ever the ** that is

softly
as you stare into my eyes
i see stars
and i wonder why
you share my love
i feel the glow
of your heart
standing by
tenderness
tender- ness

you crown me
in the city lights
my heart wanders
aimless- ly
hand in hand
shimmering in the spot light
grey roads
turn to blue
as you say goodbye
i start to softly cry

my energy surpasses the required limit
i see the line and i jump
when i look back i expect people to be right behind me
what i see is vacant stares
i shake my head and think to myself "I'm alive!"
i'm alive until i'm dead

i'll dance and look at you with a vacant glance
because that is what you deserve
i'll breathe that heavy breath
that breath that you wish to breathe
at 10pm
the party hasn't even STARTED

i'm in the wrong place
i need to find the forest that accepts strangers
who love the vines and the twisted roots
and the organic soil rich with nutrients
blinding glitter in the sand
singing under my feet

as i walk
WALK

It's ok to be scared.
and it's ok to be mortified humiliated and
is there a word for that?
Rub your eyes.
cry and be angry and

Be.

Every time I see imperfection
I see truth

it's a pandemic panic
i'm just hanging out & listening to
Anderson . Paak
what about you?
i've got the red cabbage & brussels sprouts roasting in the oven
with a little salt and pepper & olive oil
it's going on in my house
dancing  in the kitchen
the heater's on
no one's f*ing with me tonight
what about you?




.....

i'm just like my father

i hear a sound coming from my throat that i can't write

I sit with my legs crossed &
All I want to do is
Open them.
I don't think you could handle the
Smell.
I can see you
Dribbling, so
I tuck my skirt into my knickers
Only on one side
And sache to the bathroom

As I sit
I ponder
and.....
*** to the conclusion that,
It's all in the perspective
So?

i know there are a whole lot of rules and regulations when you write - poetry
but blow it all out the window
and write like no one will ever read it

Healing the mind is a process
calming
We need to surround ourselves with beauty
In sight, sound
Tactile
feeling objects
Stress is unforgiving
unless you forgive it yourself
It's a practice
forest bathing
Ocean cleansing, constantly moving
Strawberries and hibiscus in the sunlight
Stroking the forehead of your child
gently
The smokiness of the molasses
The sweetness of the maple syrup
the purity of the water

.....

Let your mind rest
In the weeping of your stricken heart

I'm a simple woman
There is no complexity
I sat opposite her and
She turned her back
It took me a while to process that
I wonder if she knows happiness
Her dress was emerald green and ruby red
I drank another glass of wine
Intellect is intimidating
Until you drink that last glass of wine
Then?
You get lost in the hallway
Wondering
Wandering
I sat opposite my nemesis
She gave me what I wanted
truth

......

in the words of the greatest blues men
i'd rather go blind

the truth is that when you're suicidally unhappy
words
twist and **** and grind deep in your throat like a virus
switch
still can't swallow?
but it's easier to breathe
speak and dance and skip high on toes
my back is itchy
scratch
wallow in the op shop blanket soaked and dried in the sun until crisp
sharp
beautifully worn
comfortable
solitude binding
i'm going to share my blanket with you tonight
my water bottle
my hot water bottle
fever has turned to cool
like toes under the ice water dripping from the down pipe on a stinking hot day in the reflection of the red
dirt
i too
am confused

It's feeling' a bit like a Gary Clark Jr. night tonight.

My train's pulling' in
& I don't owe you a thang baby

this music sets me free

.

remember?
your opulence
my starvation
no
of course not
i'd like to say i don't care
but i do
i sit in
and i will to your end
i am your opulence
and you are my starvation
it hurts like a cut in the kitchen
the sharper the blade
the less it hurts
but the more you bleed

Shhhhhh

He put his beautiful hands inside her chest and wrapped them around her heart, holding it gently, with a steady gaze into her eyes locked in healing.
warmth
How does she let that go?
How does she walk away?
She doesn't.
She stands solid on her ground but can't look up or, she would peel her skin to reveal her soul.
motionless
Stable in her stance with light breath and hands by her side, composed and self restrained, she is silently gorging on the moment.
locked
Suspended in time and space and frozen in the shift from the reality of their surrounding kingdom and the mortals within it, they are eternal.

How can you possibly....
Why?
I

....
First Person
Is it the jazz that soothes your soul
Or the thought of him thinking of you
In the silence of his personal time

Second Person
It is both but some, a knowing delusion
The jazz fills the want
The thought
Fills the desire

First Person
What if everything was real

Second Person
Everything is real
The jazz
The thought
Breath on my neck
Warm like my own blood
Head reeling & slowly....

delusion

it's the rhythm that takes me to the place i want to be
i'll dance in the kitchen when you're not there
i'll dance anyway
life is like a brick right now
one single brick
we'll build an empire
starting with
that one
brick

why are the burnt bits always so

tasty

....

I’d go to bed but I can’t get up

Avocado, coconut, chic peas and chic - ken
brrrk
brrk brrrk brrk
Oranges, apples, bananas
Mc Donald's for dinner?
Every night!
"kids, let's eat out tonight and every night at.....  Mums house!"
Spicy coconut lentils
Moroccan Chicken with dates
Chic pea pasta
Brown rice
WILD RICE
hang on - this is a bit weird
just wild food eating whilst listening to a blues piano keyboard

It's a Nina Simone kinda' night tonight
Everything is plas
tic
isn't it a pity
It's 3:30am
& the gin
just kicked in