When are you going to discern what you are made of young Iago?
I'm waiting. I'm waiting for you to espy the fact your nature takes far more than you are ever willing to give.

You have a gluttonous stomach for acclaim and it is this that will govern how you negotiate your efforts of any friendship. It is this that will decipher if you will stay loyal to your promises, nothing else.

Have you not noticed that you have never had to apologise properly for anything?
You have grown an unhealthy amount of entitlement, it holds you in an odious position right at the centre of your cosmos.
I guess you find it safe there. I feel strongly there is more for you.
You will of course be honored in your insipid society.

I paved good intentions amongst the dirt on the top of the stairs

I think,

I think a lot.

Wonders run, bells ring

Tick tock, tick tock

The light shone bright on us.

Did we both turn it on?

I guess we both looked different.

I was your dinner,
I lay limp.

I was not invited



You say all the right things.

I knew my place.  You closed your door.

I am a chicken with a yellow heart





But oh how we laughed GREEN earth woman.

I want you to know it was the opposite of breathing to have you inside of me. I would only gasp for air in desperate hope to reach for pleasure to exist within me. Pain would enter my parted mouth like particles of dust dancing in a shaft of deceitful light.I see a glow in yours eyesI secretly try to meet your gaze as I am trying to see where I am going. All I want is for you to offer to hold my hand but you never did see that. I remain patient and silent.I feel a golden penny drop into my experience as it has done many times before. I reach out to catch it. I want to give it to my heart as I am certain it belongs to her. It is clear to me this is the gift of truth I need.The potential promise of this ignites a summers day somewhere lower than my stomach. I wonder of the possibility of this remaining hidden?I now watch the response to my wish for pleasure manifest. I have seen this before.How could I forget this? I ask my self sternly. I breath in contemplating if there is anyway i can prepare for whats been hiding inside of me. I have a tingling familiarity enter me faster than my mind could ever answer. Its heavy. I panic.� I try to some how become tough while I hurt. I watch the coin slowly turning into a dark copper. Embracing this reality thuds inside of me as though the coin it self had been dropped into my heart from a shadowy sky. It feels serious and experienced.It hurts.

He paints his world with soft big strokes of creative love without any idea that I watch in awe like a child. I sit amazed as his steady heart creates an inspiring canvas of experience.
My eyes and smile grow big as I feel to purr in his soft presence.
As I thumble through the memories I have collected, a rush of magic pushes my heart heavy into a sweet ache.
He holds rich joy in an inside pocket of his heart next to small seeds of anticipation but smiles with the dream life has given him.
He warms my stomach and gently melts me away in to me.

I can only assimilate my comfortless solitude in small pieces.

Give me sugar.
Give me sugar mummy to sweeten the sting.
The contours of life are spoiling my mien.
Appease me, appease me like a child.
Please lull me into a sense of security.
I do not mind if it is dishonest.
I do not.

How do I unfurl a truth with the lights out?
You confessed the bean spillage
This tale is arduous when you are as blind as a bat.

It maybe toilsome but I know it is crucial,
for your maladroit ways have brought me here.
I feel like a duck egg because you have been a *******

Your declaring a newborn heart in past tense
This doesn't cure this quandary of trust
I don't want to adopt eagle eyes!!
I am not a lover of Pandora's box nor any hornets nest

You walk in to my dreams as though I never ever lost you.
All your faults and doubts have left us and i feel ineffable to be embraced by your presence.
You do not touch me. You wouldn't.
You know well you have touched me enough.
My heart sacredly reads the language of despair you flash me with a subtle look.
Ive always known your scared. You know this too that is why you are here.
My love is strong for you.
You see the gift of tragedy in my eyes you left with me.
The neglection was not apart of your plan.
The recognition of this hurts you in your gut. I try to mask the truth. I am confident i can achieve this. I want to protect you.
You feel wrath towards experience and dimensions but they are you.
Your inability to carry out your intentions has imploded and holds you to me.
It was always pain that bound us Barbara, wasn't it.
I drop the maternal cloth I made in your absence.
All wounds are exposed. Your stare is strong.
You look at your work at a distance. How else?
I feel your nervous but I know your just as brave.
Your taking it in slowly.
I know you are getting closer to yourself now like you said last time.
I only wish light for you.
I promise.