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Don’t feel the need to apologise,
Don’t be afraid to let go.
For I find myself mesmerised,
By the rambles from your soul.
Don't be afraid to say what's on your mind, for the one who loves you may love you more for it.
It has not snowing - like
all the water in the clouds
has dried just like the tears
that you brought to my face.
And I cried. Not for the things they said but because I realized I have changed. The way I think, the way I act, everything I do is based on their thoughts and opinions. I’ve let them infiltrate my being and fill my mind with poisonous thoughts. Thoughts based on their views. Views which I thought were good ones. How wrong was I? All they do is tear down people for living their life a certain way. You think smoking *** makes you cooler, cool, but don’t belittle me because I think it’s stupid. Newsflash, it doesn’t make you cool, maybe to the immature *** head boys with no clear future, but not to someone who respects themselves enough not to do things just because they make you “cool” Trust me, my “cool” is way different from your “cool”
High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here sung no carol!

But still its heart flutters as it hears the Lord's voice
I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain
!

Kind Lord mutters the Cross men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall
!

The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
still hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross on his second coming!
reflections on a visit to a Church in Dec 2013.
(not the one on my cover)
a repost
'Take your dream as far as you can'- tear up the 
roots of the dead flowers, grab the branches 
above you and swing into the unreal vision of 
reality, breathe the air of spaces unknown, 
carrying with you the experiences of pressing 
thoughts, the sudden surprises of youth, the 
views that, with a flash of excitement, open up 
great wide vistas, and magnetise your senses 
to fly into their psychedelic embrace. 

Float along on the streams of life, like the 
autumn leaf, after dipping and diving, 
as it finds the calm of a lake's edge 
and oscillates in the quiet breezes, 
gathering the last rays of the setting sun, 
before it sinks, to become new life. 

Dance to the sound of the song bird, 
the drip of the rain, the swirl of the clouds 
and the dramatic movement in an opera when 
all voices join, and sound their messages 
out to the universe of stars and planets. 

Feel with your hands the shape of the future, 
smoothed and polished, slippery and textured, 
bumpy and sharp; become a new form of 
yourself, create something out of your own 
arsenal, using your whole being.
 
Touch the page with the tip of the brush, the 
full wash across the hand made paper, the 
colours of all nature, the scarlets, the azures, 
the emeralds, the golds, in hallucinations that 
are real, mysteries that metaphorically express 
the quick of your spirit, and are seen to be art.

Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th October 2012.

Written the same day... On my way home the dry Autumn leaves dancing cart-wheels past me, and did tap dancing on the tarmac, it was quite loudly they rattled past and flew away ahead of me as if like a flock of chattering children, rust brown and ochre colours doing their kind of wind dance, how wonderful all these percussion-like noises nature makes; just like the ice on the lake where the children were throwing blocks onto the hard surface, the sounding - box of the lake itself making that eerie kind of clang of sound that at first I thought might be some strange bird. I took up a video on my iPhone, but **** it, having fingers that were near frozen they didn't manage to push the tiny lever over from pure photography, so, to my great disappointment I when I got back there were only photos of it. Such is life!!!
It doesn't men that my life hasn't had set backs, cancer in five places, I have decided not to have any more, I must get on with my life. Not worried about dying whenever that comes. But blessed with a parents with a joy of life, I have it too, come what may.
to capture the sun kissing the sea
is to feel like every trophy in this world deserves to be yours,
to capture an interior without individuals
is to perceive a beauty that's never been told.

to capture the speed of light in busy streets
is to write a thousand thoughts in a minute,
to capture the hidden words in one's countenance
is to reveal the surreptitious lines that are meant to be confessed.

but to be able to capture your heart
is to capture all these things at once.
 Dec 2015 Elizabeth Petersen
nika
I am in love
With the freckles
In your right eye
The islands
That keep me from drowning
In your depths
And ground me to reality

I am in love
With the scars
Across your shoulders
That have no story
And might be burns
Familiar to my fingertips
At a single touch

I am in love
With the blue ink
Across the right of your chest
A quote from some film
About an existential crisis
Printed on skin
You're my favourite book

I am in love
With your love
For clichéd things
Like pictures of moons
And quotes that are lame
But most of all your thoughts
Of moonlit oceans and love

I am in love
With the way
You give without regret
Of the loss of money
Or time spent
Without ever expecting
Anything back

I am in love
With the mess
That you're always in
Your creased clothes
And your car
And the chaos that is
Your daily routine

I am in love
With the curls
In your ***** blonde hair
I like when its short
And looks tidy and good
But I love when its long
So I can run my fingers though it

I am in love
With the smile
You have just for me
The slightest little curve
Of your lips to the left
That makes me smile
Whether I want to or not

I am in love
With the way
That you see me as someone
That I'd like to be
As someone worthy
Of the love
You've given me

I am in love
With your hands
And how they fit every inch
Of my body just right
Like a piece of me
Just wasn't there
Before

I am in love
With your promise
That bloomed out of silver
That you'll stay for a while
Like a drop in the ocean
Caught in a hand that might
Be able to hold onto it

I am in love
With you
Your chaos
Your flaws
Your promise
Your love
Endlessly
Afraid to mess up

I think he's giving up

Hold up

             Hold on

I've been waiting on this feeling for so long

He said "why are you acting so tough?"

"CAUSE TRUTH IS, I'M 50 SHADES OF TORN UP!"

My tears are now my thoughts

My thoughts are now my fears

I know you'll never love me even if I tried for years

I want to believe that you want me just as bad as I want you

The unbeautiful truth  

That's why I silenced my love for you

It was too loud

The sound drowns out the side affects of you

As I cope with the symptoms

Chasing after your momentum

Kissing your flesh

Trying to get under your skin

I love you but I don't know where to begin

I'm shattered
Frail as the last branch,
hanging from a blackened tree
she clings for her life.
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