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Kimberley Leiser Aug 2017
Eloquently the butterfly
swirls into the immortal sky,
clouds form into emerging
eyes, observing the gentle
rhythm of the sea.

The oak tree standing
guard while the cherry
tree blossoms they sprout
out fruit, seeds and petals:
which decorates the forest
birthing new life
celebrating each day
the harmony
the spirit of life.
Kimberley Leiser Aug 2017
The magnetism
of the cosmos aligns:
your energy pulsates
and flows through
your very being.

Your far away
at the same
time your near.

I am reading
each fragment,
each speck
of particle
of the universe.

We are but one,
our union binds
us together.

Energy of the twins
from the Gemini
star flows between us  

one being
one universe.
Kimberley Leiser Aug 2017
An utopia
tunneling from  
reality to fiction:
impending watchful
eyes, hungry mouths
feeding their habits.
Treading into fear of
unknown crevices.

Some stare, others
scurry around to  
find their destination.

They find each other
in separate time zones
realms, currency and
cause conjoined together
waiting...  

Each location
fades out into thin air.

They crawl out like
ants from confusion:
spiraling into more
labyrinths of escalators,
stairs and stations.

All is moving in constant
motion finding that place
they need to be.
Kimberley Leiser Aug 2017
The world is a distorted mirror
that reflects your desires
but deceives
turning you into the madness
of keeping
yourself sane.

People calling out your name
as you fall into trees
you feel your legs
brittle and body snap
apart from the strain.  

You revolve through
constant cycle of doors:
You hear the hiss of snakes
the sharpening of blades:
leading to the destination
of nowhere pictured before
that very dark and light
abyss from where you came.
Kimberley Leiser Aug 2017
Every day looking into the mirror
as an chameleon does to change
his or her shape and appearance
to fit into their surroundings.

Becoming two polar opposites,
two halves of the same coin:
both working against
each other in the same mind.
Causing confusion, never knowing
whether to swing or dive,
whether to run or hide.
Kimberley Leiser Sep 2016
What can I say I love
wearing suits
nice leather boots
Love hanging out
with other guys
and wearing ties.
Playing sport
listening to heavy
music and going to
gigs moshing in
pits and having
a blast drinking
pints of beers
and thinking
about women.

But I don't look
like other guys
Reality sinks in
and I feel lost
and hurt inside.

I withdrawn
back in my shell
quickly learn
that I have been
born into the wrong
form.

Seeing it every day
magnified and glaring
back in the mirror
each morning  
is enough to make
me hate it.

These days I feel
gender-less and neutral;
hardly charming
never beautiful
or at the least
the way I intended
it to be
I'm just me.
Kimberley Leiser Aug 2016
I sometimes feel lost inside
by ignoring how I feel
deep down the
corners of my mind
which have turned.
I like to think of my
identity as a white
canvas that needs
the colors and
lines crafted
in the right way
otherwise it runs
and becomes a mess
wild and unruly
where something
is fluid can change
and form something
old into new.
Finding the
real self under
the masks
of hostility
need to be
discovered
not hidden
or feared
but rather
embraced
as a old
friend
and found.
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