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 Sep 2019
Tony Tweedy
I write not for my arts sake...
I write for my hearts ache...

I write not to remind myself...
I write to re-mind myself...
I perform my own exorcisms through my keyboard
 Sep 2019
Stained Glass
"When I lean my ear
up against your seashell heart,
I can hear an ocean of love
roaring inside."
 Sep 2019
Stained Glass
"We don't see things as they are. We see things as we are."
 May 2019
Natasha
I've lost a piece of myself today
I've left pieces of me here and there
and maybe everywhere.
Can I rebuild myself?

A jagged piece is all that's left of me
It has sharp edges and cuts deeply
Don't mean for it to happen
Just trying to guard this last piece of me.

If I collect all the pieces I've lost of mine
Can I rebuild this broken heart in time?
Or I could leave every ripped off piece of me
and just guard the last, sharp, jagged piece and fly free?
Today is a bad day. Get up again and try tomorrow. It might be better then
 May 2019
Khoisan
Poetry is a dark horse that suddenly ignites
 May 2019
Khoisan
Imagine
love
is
a
gun
Fire at will
Over time
Love is the great catalyst
The one
To overcome hate
 May 2019
Tony Tweedy
The light at the end of the tunnel is actually a sense of worth, of value, of relevance... a sense of purpose and place.
The loss of these took me here.
It is not a light that those in the tunnel control... seemingly forever beyond my reach and unable to believe in value, place or worth.
It was never the aim to switch the light off. It was the hand and judgement of others that threw the switch to off. It is why the light and the switch are on the outside of the tunnel and not in the darkness where I am.
If you give no worth...
If you give no value...
If you give no relevance...
If you give no purpose...
Then there can be no place where the light can shine.
Purpose and relevance feed worth and value... in turn self esteem gets fed. It is false that you must love yourself first. Very definitely it is the other way around.
 May 2019
Tony Tweedy
When someone tells you that you have wounded their soul you can't mend the wounds by denying or arguing you didn't.
Their soul, their wound... your conscience.
Its a personal thing... not your decision.
 May 2019
Stained Glass
A saint was asked,
"What is anger?"

He gave a beautiful answer,
"It is punishment that we give ourself, for someone else's mistake."
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