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my soul was trapped
inside
her soul

her pain was part of me

I clutched it
like a tiny bird

I couldn't set it free

~~

when I let myself
become
all that I could be

she breathed a sigh
the bird took flight

now she's a part of me
When my mother died - she was too young to die and though I had left the nest and had young children of my own, I was still too young to be an "orphan" (my dad had died 3 years before). My depression became worse - I hadn't yet "broken completely" so I didn't even realize it, I guess, so hadn't reached out for help. When I did crash and had to seek help, and found out I was bipolar, I realized I wasn't to "blame" for how I was; that I was more than the frenetic,  dark, worthless  person I considered myself; and most of all that there was help. Things started to change. It is a long road, better managed now. In looking back, I'm convinced that my mother was a very depressed person but never had sought help. .
I'm trying to capture that in this simple poem. I hope I have.
At the core of it
I see some more of it
and it hurts a bit,
but no more
than at the core of it.

There were many chances
that came my way
and come what may
I can no longer deny
my inaction in taking
them.

' some men have greatness  
****** upon them '
some men don't even try
some men sit and wait for
the moment to happen
some men just die.

The mathematics of a
given situation
are to be found in
Einstein's equation
E=mc squared,
so we
shared responsibility
did our
duty to one's family,
had
faith in something other
than reliance on our fellow
man.

We're still here
the sky didn't crack
the moon never fell
and we're still here

what I do when I run out
of anything is to make do,
It's a crying shame that
make do couldn't be there
when I needed it to
be there,
but I'm through it
the sleepless nights
the
what if and might it could be
thinking it should be
but it never was

that's the core of it
a bore?
a bit
no longer toxic
still burning.
Written on the 8th April at 8pm
Awakened
I sense a presence

a brilliant star
in a black eternal sky

hovering

elusive
ethereal
=================
sometimes
in the night
we feel her

she is the fog

drifting in

drifting out

just a breath away

a part of life
the other side

in those darkest
stillest hours
that hushed time
between
the worlds of dark
and light

she's just above
just around
twirling
flitting
changing partners

================
May I have this dance?

she takes a hand
and leads the soul
onto the dance floor
where it pirouettes

freely

separate from its fleshly burden
soft and circling

she smiles  
all is well

once more she has a partner

I sleep again
my soul intact
having not yet
learned the dance
Old one...A re-write/renamed.
You were white paper
I smiled, flames licked you up 
Innocence is ash
....
Poetry to me
Is all the unspoken words
Written on paper
....
Anything is sweet
In a voice spun of sugar
Made you candyfloss
....
I never minded
That it wasn't fairy tales
I still felt magic
....
Mummy held my hand
The pictures sighed so sadly
The other was empty
This is a random assortment of some haikus I wrote. None of which I felt deserved their own post, but rather a place in a variety pack.
Titles (in order)
Innocence
Poetry
Burnt sugar
Fairy tales
Gone
How fragile the butterfly
as it dances in the sky
trying to find its way home
to a place not carved of stone
soon all this will be dust
so it asks what's all the fuss?
what is all the fighting for?
silly soldiers and their wars
silly man and his laws
the only law is mother nature
for no man can escape her
she who birthed us all
she who waits when we fall
for how the mighty will crumble
as the fools they do stumble
upon the stolen hands of time
each of them suffering for their crimes
and yet the butterfly it worries not
for all that it is, is all that it's got
beauty set upon wings
it's beauty that truly sings.
https://www.instagram.com/p/Bk1RtKqFrqu/
 Apr 2018 Lorenzo Neltje
Jerry
She’s a Poem
He’s an Invisible Ink

She’s a Love Ballad
He’s a Vocal Less Echo

She’s a Soothing Lullaby
He’s a Muted Lyric

She's a Warm Breeze
He's a Whimpered Wind

She’s a Wished Rain
He’s a Thirst in Desert

She’s a Flying Dream
He’s a Falling Demon

She’s Nourishing on Pages
He's Dissolving into Ink

As if, Final Chapter of His Book in a Making?
She May Breathe Forever in His Silent Echoes...
for you dearest 'Lady of the Sea'
Shadows moving
As my hallucinations overpowering
Beauty of sunrise ...
Kisses of waves surprising azure sunset...
Wings of imagination recoiling heart
Turning an other art of artistic canvas
A love...
Spills...
Like a charming  sky...
With rainy breezes...
...cheers !!!
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