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Bare feet,
Naked legs;
You have had me whole.

Back scraping,
Lip biting.
That tiniest drop of blood.

And that moment
Where your eyes meet mine,
And you collapse,
Breathless,
Still,
Calm.

And for the briefest moment,
I can pretend that I am all you want,
Just as you said.

But you want those bare feet,
Those naked legs,
Those pale *******.
And my blissfully open mouth
From which no words
       dare to pass.
Some love to watch the sea bushes appearing at dawn,
To see night fall from the goose wings, and to hear
The conversations the night sea has with the dawn.

If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.
Now you know why I spent my twenties crying.
Cries are required from those who wake disturbed at dawn.

Adam was called in to name the Red-Winged
Blackbirds, the Diamond Rattlers, and the Ring-Tailed
Raccoons washing God in the streams at dawn.

Centuries later, the Mesopotamian gods,
All curls and ears, showed up; behind them the Generals
With their blue-coated sons who will die at dawn.

Those grasshopper-eating hermits were so good
To stay all day in the cave; but it is also sweet
To see the fenceposts gradually appear at dawn.

People in love with the setting stars are right
To adore the baby who smells of the stable, but we know
That even the setting stars will disappear at dawn.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I think I'm falling in love with you
That's all I have to say
You don't need to know
You'll never love me anyway
I noticed I have trouble
With meeting eyes
It's just a small trait
Not much a surprise
Maybe I feel like they can see me
All that I am
I feel their eyes descending
They see I'm not like them
I noticed I have trouble
Speaking my mind
It's just a small fear
Theirs is better than mine
Maybe I feel if they hear me
All that I say
They'll tell me I'm foolish
To think that way
I noticed I have trouble
Faking a smile
It's just a small problem
Much to my demise
Maybe I feel like if they sense me
All that I yearn
Their hearts would be breaking
So I still try to learn
I noticed I have trouble
Coping with things
It's just a small trait
My mother seems to bring
When I met you I never would
have dreamed,
that I could fall and feel
as fast as I did
Your heart was an open shell
cracked, broken, echoing within
as I whispered to you
let me in
Your head so filled with
desires, dreams, hopes
your happiness mine
your love my love
It broke me inside when
realising how deep I loved you
knowing we could
never have, dreams filled
I cut myself open
to bare my soul
admitting to a love so
deep and pure
I feared losing you in all ways
fearing you'd walk away,
leaving me in abyss
covered in rubble and clay
Then you opened your heart
found words of
truth and wisdoms
setting me free
My heart remains yours
maybe it always will
through this all I'll always know,
only truths have passed
between,
you
and me.

© Sia Jane

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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it,
and the imagination to improvise.
The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
Sylvia Plath
My mind held tight lock and key but what I found was only what’s safe. Afraid to perish when my minds nails dug deep into the polished oak of the coffin. A coward dies 1000 cycles before the first battle cry of reality. Safe inactivity rots the bones to the marrow of the infected anxiety! So instead my cowardice and selfish ambitions moved to a new vice. I was most dangerous when successful to worldly accolades and dreams. I could hide in the shadows of potential, invisible to the threats of our carnal realities. Only showing face when it was safe and sound. Death brews in a caldron froth with the luke warm stock of fear stirred by the seasoning of our sinful natures. You only live once is the name of the selfish game and I think I just flat lined. You won’t find eternity in the safety of that mirror mirror on the wall….I want to Love deeper than deeper and yet deeper again. I want to pick up the cross and follow Jesus.
Red lips painted from a frenzied white
For they had been waiting for a long time
Tears to scare from memories past
Yet now is the time
Now is the place

Sara it is you they want
When the clock strike the midnight
In the land of the lonely
For only then will they show their
Paint

In just 40 clicks
Whilst you are sleeping
For they will be there
In the hallway
In the cupboards where you hide your dreams
Under your bed
Catching your breath as you lay awake
Daring not to open your eyes
To the
CLOWNS

For they are taking you
Playing you to a fiddled
Madness
Enjoy your sleep my friend as the Forty strikes
Our beginning
your's the end
There are things better left unsaid.*

I would disagree,
it is through friction that change is born,
I say,
say it,
say it all,
bring all things to bear,
torn open before the world,
talk about homosexuality,
talk about ******,
talk about *******,
talk about ****,
talk about genocide,
talk about torture,
talk about principality,
talk about moral degradation,
talk about racism,
talk about suicide,
talk about obesity,
talk about puppet governments,
talk about corruption,
talk about self esteem,
talk about organized religion,
tell it to a world unwilling to listen,
a world that cannot handle it,
telling the truth will get you killed in this world,
I'm not talking about America,
despite popular belief,
there is a world beyond the wall,
secrecy is necessary in this twisted world,
discretion,
the man of action's only tool,
and sadly enough,
the only thing with the power to change the world,
is the gun,
so open wide citizen,
and bite the bullet.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
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