The rush;
Connecting thoughts, ideas and concepts
into words, stories and a lush
life, to be read by you;
pulsating, feel the ambush,
throughout the universe.
Symbiosis; can't get enough!

Held, secure
To dance and sing,
To create and recreate,
To come in
To alignment, union:
Holy Communion.
Sovereign hold.

Desire is like:
a quiet torrent in my womb,
it flows rhythmically
whenever I dare consume
an alternative universe with you.

Courage increases the force,
I dream for the day,
when I am free without remorse.

Never did I want to be a boxer,
But I’ve spent quite a lot of time in the ring.
All I’ve wanted was to daydream,
To play, write and sing.

But there’s always been a block:
Distraction,
A thief that’s knocked me down and robbed me true,
From harnessing my introspection.

Pushed up against the wall,
Beaten blue and black,
Suffering in this moment,
Focusing more on what I lack.

But I’m ready now,
To change: I MUST CHANGE,
Or I’ll lose much, much more,
Than I’ve already exchanged.