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Yes I laugh. Yes I smile.
But deep down I cry all the while.
Yes people like me. Yes, some love me.
But deep inside I want to shout go away.
Yes, I look sane (whatever that may be)
Yes, I look happy, not in pain.
But, happiness and pain share one thing, tears.
Tears of joy, tears of sadness. One and the same.
I cannot differentiate anymore.
Do you think some people are just born Eeyores? I do. I'm one.
If you always start low there's nowhere to fall.
So, who am I?
I'm a lie.
© JLB
13/9/2014
15.23 BST
Re absorption of Summer into Autumn.
Time to reflect on the hot sunny days
now turning to a crisp cold gold.
Last of colour before a blanket
of white.
© JLB
12/09/2014
09:50 BST
Her
I hate her.
I loathe her.
I despise her.
I abhor her

Detest, execrate, am repelled by her.

I am aggravated by her breathing.
I am repulsed by her being.
I am dominated by my hate for her.
I am filled with hatred for hating her.

*I humiliate myself by hating her, but it feels good
These are my feelings towards my mother in law.
© JLB
12/09/2014
00:25 BST
Within the cloistered silence, a whisper is heard.
~
I love you.
~
Who spoke those words?
Why did I hear them?
Were they meant for me?
~
I love you.
~
Deep in the silence they ring as loud as a bell.
Calling to those who need to know that they are loved.
~
I whispered those words.
I whispered to my heart.
I whispered and it became a shout.
~
Three words that take a lifetime of forever to understand,and believe.
~
Pious thunderous silence follow those words,when you believe your whisper.
.
© JLB
10/09/2014
19:07 BST
Put your arm around my waist.
Let us share a kiss so chaste
that even sinners will be vouchsafed
by its purity and be graced.

I am debased by its foretaste,
encased in the sin of lust.
Lips interlaced like a corset yet undone,
enslaved by your lascivious tongue
.

Come hold my hand and retrace our steps
back to where we first embraced,
unscathed by want, need or disgrace.
Where we raced into each other with haste.

Crazed with passion made brave by fate,
seal my end with this misplaced date.
Ignore my complaint and acquaint yourself with me.
Debase the chaste kiss that started this greedy need in me
.

Forgive me for I have strayed, half crazed,
into a kiss that coursed and raced through my soul
like poison not yet sated, straight into craven depravity.
Engraved upon my heart forevermore, is my last kiss.
© JLB
09/09/2014
23:37 BST
Hush!
Listen do you hear the silence above the roar of life?
Hush!
Do you hear your heart beating to your life's song?
Hush!
Do you see the sky above blanketing and comforting?
Hush!

Do you feel the world spinning around? With you standing still upon it?
Hush! Sshhhh! Quiet.
Listen to the flow of earth's blood in her rivers and streams,
feel her warmth from the sun like an adoring parental gaze.
Touch her thrumming life in her growing forests, see her wonders created for us her children.
Hear her lullaby before she is muted, choked, buried alive by us, with
our waste, our destruction, deforestation, over fishing, hunting.
****** the fruitful earth 'til she our mother is barren and useless.

Mother Earth is weeping and above the roar of our selfish modern sound, we do not hear her crying, or see her tears silently falling.
Falling onto selfish mankind.
Gaia that great mother to all, giver of birth to earth and it's universe
is a woman reclining upon the earth surrounded by a host of jealous warring infant adults the fruits of her labours.

*Oaths sworn in the name of Gaia, in ancient Greece, were considered the most binding of all.
© JLB
09/09/2014
16:50 BST
Its funny that the first four letters of HEART, spells hear.
Because I don't think you heard mine break.

It broke into shards that were hard to piece back together.
No glue or time or cardiologist, could mend or make it whole again.

A delicate ***** that pumps life through our veins, synonymous
with love and strength, as delicate as
an orchid.
© JLB
09/09/2014
02:30 BST
If I close my eyes, you're there behind my lids.
If I take a deep breath, you're in my lungs.
If I smell a familiar smell you're in my sense and memory.
If I watch closely, I expect to see you by my side.
If I look at where you walked, I remember the joy.
If I bury my head in the soft silky fur of my other fur babies,
with my eyes squeezed shut and run my hands over their bodies,
I feel you, smell you, and imagine for a fleeting second that it is you.
But, it's not you baby girl.
And whilst my love for my two fur babies here is strong,
I miss the gentle soul that was you.
You alone could make me laugh, cry and taught me pure love.
© JLB
07/09/2014
01:10 BST
I love the smell of rain, that fresh odour of earth being fed.
Glorious droplets, fat with the elixir of life.
Spring water filtered by the weeping hills,
rain filling potholes ready for a child to jump in.
I love the sound of rain from soft to crashing.
Splish, splash, pitter, patter, drip drip drip,
rain talks to us.
I love the feel of rain hitting my upturned face,
to the weeping sky.
It contains a music, it sings to us,
and dances on our bodies, in a cascade of beads.
Covering all in its requiem of water.
© JLB
04/09/2014
16:22 BST
Alive and kicking, above ground.
At the last gasp, *release
© JLB
04/09/2014
00:51 BST
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