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Animated patterns of light and dark,
quavering here on the wall beside me.

Through this window glass
from another century,
denuded branches
dance --
But only apparently.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
I kind of need you.. y'know... things in my life are a little messed up right now and some of it well, there's nothing I can do about it.
Just let it play out and have faith.
But I would come to you. Haha there's no other way.. I always did. I can hear you.. you'd have said to me ..
"Sunshine, come and sit with me a while, let's talk **** for a few hours, tell me what's troubling you in that pretty little head of yours'.
I know you would have patted the seat and smiled.
Then you would say..
'There's no better way to spend my day than with my Sunshine. There ain't nothing too big or to small for this old man so,
I will close my eyes and you can do all the talking.
And you would.
And after a minute or two, when we had stopped laughing,
it would go quite... and I would begin.

And when I had said my last word, you would have hugged me tight, dried my tears and looked right at me, so seriously..
and said..
"Well Sunshine, are you up for some digging? lets go get a ***** and sort this ****** out.. no questions asked”
We would have laughed at that too, I know it.
I hear your voice inside my head sometimes, or maybe it’s my voice, but the words are yours. Funnily enough they are the same things I say to my children. But in my head I hear them from you. No matter where I am or what I do, I will always be your little girl.. no matter what okay.

**** it.. I miss you. You have no idea. And I love you.
For all time. ****... this is messed up. It just seems like
you've been gone forever.. and forever's long enough in anyone's book.

You are my spring, my summer, my autumn, my winter..
And with every moment that I have left in this ****** up world and with all my stupid heart..  
I will always be your girl .. Always and forever your sunshine.
Just imagine that my Dad sounds like Bob Hoskins :o)
The topography of my mind
Maps the beach at changing tide.

From low to high it's all washed clean
Footprints, castles and trails alike
Unetched slate of flat leveled sand
Grains aligned by blessed wave strike.

From high to low it's all exposed
Fragments, jetsam, seaweed entwined
Littered, scattered on shore amuck
The sting of empty shells combined.

Yes, the topography of my mind
Maps the beach at changing tide
From low to high and high to low
A gloriously exhausting ride.
I don't know what I'm doing
I don't know what I'm feeling
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know who I'm being
I'm overwhelmed,
frustrated,
I can't cope

These are the slogans
I repeat to myself
Over and over again

Oh yeah

I'm a failure too
I've lived this life
What did I do?
What do I have to
show for it?

These facts about myself
are the one thing
I'm very positive about.

I repeat these slogans
day in and day out
always wondering
what I'm so
depressed about

I bury my head in these sands

Suffocating
Smothering
choking on anxiety
in my own
advertising slogans
on my private airwaves

To complicate
matters
worse
just because we think something
doesn't make it true
that goes for
self worth too.

But

Mindfulness
stands
watching the passing cars
from a freeway overpass
like our racing thoughts
not holding on
not making them go away,
in peace
simply
letting them
be.
States of mind are transitory, come and go.
Waters pour
From clouds on high
Restoring life
To a world so dry

I long to be reborn
Like the grass and grain
So I kick off my shoes
To dance with the rain
Flower born of human hand
Brings devastation to the land
Far and wide its petals spread
Painting our world the brightest red
As everything it touches
Dies within its clutches
Even mighty beasts are made to cower
When forth blooms man’s red flower
Inspired by the newest Jungle Book film
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