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Amazing it is; the corruptibility of the mind.
Seeking to resolve matters as though they are hers to end.
Without caution or care, nothing is warranted to spare.
No pain, no remorse; until exists her dire despair.
As you can see
From
My perspective
I’m an old soul

Rhythm
and blues
Is where
My mind dwells...

At times
Some , would give
Their all  
To tango along
With my rhythm

But
They don’t give
A **** about
My blues ...................
Today I was gonna look her in the eye

Tell her she's the reason why

When I fall, I fly

But then I saw her, kissing another guy

And realised I've been living a lie
 Dec 2018 once privileged
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
We begin much the same as we end
just with new memories to draw from
whole new ideas to comprehend
and a brand-new person we could become

Now we sit in the dusk between what was and could be
to rise from the chaos beautifully
we must only look around and avoid any debris
and when you're free and clear aim for something a little bourgeois
for better than that, a few can guarantee

At the horizon of what can be and what will
know what you want to do and discover yourself along the way
just make sure you're on the long trek up hill
or you might slip away

Don’t lose sight of who you were and who you are
and know that you’re traveled all this way
and you’ll go so far
so live every day mindful of yesterday, hopeful of tomorrow
and focused on today
Stop and think
whether you're one
alone or in the drink
too much of nothing
to the fingers
doing the clutching
I'm full of it
it's wasted on me
"I'd never join a club
that would accept me as a member"
And so it goes
as I sit here on the curbside
wearing a **** eating grin.
Alas, I discovered your hiding place; found you hibernating within.
Love, my elusive friend, welcome home.
It was the dark that saw me. The light was gone, nothing uplifted me, my sorrow all consuming, my heart skewered.

It was the dark that held me. Shackled to an abyss of hopelessness, time stilled, my mind reeled into nothingness, fear abound, doubt in abundance.

It was the dark that knew me. Calling my name, acknowledging my pain, embracing me, holding me dearly, so close, so friendly.

It was the dark that made me whole. Filling me with hollowness, pouring into my soul, caressing me, arousing me, making me explode in relief, energising me with grief.
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