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He is the first thing I see
As sleep comes upon me
And as I wake to greet the world.
The Sufi
Knows me
Shows me
Purity and beauty.
He calls to me.
I listen
And I try to understand.
I am privileged to have this beautiful painting in my bedroom, I love that it is the first thing I see when I open my eyes in the morning.  You can see the painting here  : http://www.gxgallery.com/exhibition/2010-raw-refined-gx-gallery-london

It's by my favourite artist, Armando Alemdar-Ara.
 Oct 2013 deleted
Kaleb Vernon
My skin left pierced;
From the gripping bite of your cold voice
Over top your cigarette breath you words still stunk

A lion-heart with a lying heart

You promised the waves of our love would never reach shore;
Instead you dumped me into shallow waters
Lying face down and still not standing...
My feet can't lock onto the drifting sands of your comfortability
so I stay there, trying to swim to my next lover
trying over and over;
...but drownings much easier

The more I turn blue, I cant seem to tell if my emotions are bursting through my skin
or the hypothermia from within.
My mind starts ticking;
My insanity seeps through but I believe it true
That once this clock strikes 12 that you'll be attached by another mouth

The boat we were once on together is drifting away
a simple memorial of true lovers lost
can't find the directions to each others heart
but hope for the best while were apart

*One day, I pray you'll float back here in my dieing last breath
and save me from my misery that you cause since.
 Oct 2013 deleted
Dia
I **** everything up
So,
I suggest you stay away
I want to unknow myself,
So that I can read my poems
And build up a picture,
Understand what people see.

I want to have an opinion of that person,
Without knowing wider context
Inner workings,
Motivation,
Or history.

I speculate, that perhaps I seem
Schizophrenic,
Perhaps I seem
bizarre?

If I didn't know me
Would I even want to read
that person’s work?
Or would I dismiss it as
The sentimental ranting
Of someone needy,
(self obsessed?)

Would I think
That person is
clearly ****** up?

Or worse,
Would I just think her writing is mundane
And not worth following?

Would I read one work
And judge all the rest,
Skip over the name
Whenever I saw it
Dismissing all, as trite and overblown?

I hope that I would recognise
A kindred soul.
It depends, I guess,
On who I would be
If I were not me.
Reach out and touch me,
I'm real, and I'm warm.
I might be able to save you.
Come snuggle,
Tell me all about
YOU.

I'm fascinated,
And I think you might be, too.
I'm ready to lie next to you
And whisper things,
To curl my toes against yours,
Breathe your breath,
Be intimate,
Sharing,
Together.

Understand this;
It's not your body that I want,
It's intimacy of another kind,
The newness of shared secrets
with a stranger,
Companionship
That can only come from a combination of
Admiration, fascination, empathy,
Sympathy, and
A beginning.

Shall we begin?
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