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Good
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Snow
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Is the only way
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 Jan 2015 Third Legacy
Alin
Oh what am I doing?
Where am I?

She suddenly arises
and finds herself
write alone
at the corner of a street café

Almost midnight
Traffic
-an ambiguous passer by-
endlessly composes
lingering silences  
in between

with a half gaze
around half a circle
She gradually notices
a half drunk cold-now
cup of tea
a half eaten pastry
some halved eyes
eyeing her
behind half a skull  
in curiosity

but
her half look
is being called urgently
down again
by the reverie

She as if from another planet
sees back her hands  

Hands write on just
ceaselessly
without needing her
without her knowing

Wow! she says
and  sinks back to her dream
to become a truth of the words
 Jan 2015 Third Legacy
Tryst
I cannot truly mourn or miss you
What do I know of you, or you of me?
We strangers never met and never will

I know you as I know the morning dew,
Sun-kissed to rise and fall into the sea
And deftly tossed till lost among the swill

Aye I know the sea and morning dew
But still I don't know you

I know you like the albatross that flew
Above the sea, soaring majestically
It flew away, some purpose to fulfil

Aye I know the albatross that flew
But still I don't know you

I know you like the mother's heart that knew
Her loving child was just a memory,
Too swiftly taken by a bitter pill

Aye I see a mother's grief show through
But still I don't know you

I know you like the news they tell of you,
The printed page and captions on TV
That cycle every factoid they can spill

Aye I know the news they tell of you
But still I don't know you

We strangers never met and yet its true,
You reached inside and touched the heart of me
And though you're gone, you live within me still

Yet how I wish alas that I could pass
You in the street without a care

If only you were there
If only you were there
If only you were there
First published 12th Jan 2015, 20:10 AEST.
 Jan 2015 Third Legacy
Louise
There's a path I've been walking
it's the same path
heading in the same direction ..

always.

It's brought me to here
this place
where I find another route
is now available to me

I'm pausing
not because I doubt,
but because I'm finally here
and it's been a long time coming

To be honest
I was never really sure that I'd get here
and didn't realise
that this path was here at all

This is only the beginning
I know,
to perfect this new way of thinking
I'm not even close

I know it's there though
and surely that's a start
a little closer to perfecting
with each new step

A few back
I may take
that's inevitable
but I'm still heading
in the right direction

Maybe I'll need to sit here
just for a while
and that's okay
It's hard to explain this one but it's me trying to describe how my mind or my thoughts are changing.   It's a positive change which should enable me to let people judge or even be hurtful yet I can see the bigger picture and not feel that I need to react.  I'm not there yet, I've got a lot of practising to do
 Jan 2015 Third Legacy
Kataleya
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
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