Do you…?

Do you remember me fondly?

Do the thoughts make you smile?

Do I still enter your heart?

Do I rest there a while?

Do you know where you’re heading?

Do you ever look back?

Do you wish things were different?

Do you play our soundtrack?

Do you know who you are?

Do you rework the past?

Do you omit you were happy?

Do you feel just aghast?

Do you have the big picture?

Do you join up the dots?

Do I occupy your dream world?

Do you ignore the snapshots?

Do new faces surround you?

Do you miss what you had?

Do you now have acceptance?

Do you ever feel sad?

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She stood in her own way…

She was an innocent child

Full of hope, full of dreams

Not yet tainted by others

Nor involved in their schemes

 

She loved being silly

Being carefree in life

Unaware that her learning

Was just other people’s strife

 

As a good girl she listened

Never wanting to be rude

Adopting the methods of others

Far too young to be shrewd

 

People pushing and pulling

Saying who she should be

Cast a shadow on her senses

Preventing her to stay free

 

She conformed to their wishes

Wanting to make others proud

So she kept herself small

Remaining part of the crowd

 

She stood in her own way

Blind to all of her needs

Feeding other people’s dreams

Never sowing her own seeds

 

Then the tide started turning

Others didn’t know best

With resolve she looked inwards

Seeing all she’d repressed

 

Peeling away many layers

She saw her inner truth

That she knew all the answers

And reconciled with her youth

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The observer is observed

It is a time to rejoice

When your heart is set free

Releasing traps of the past

You attain tranquility

 

Nothing lost, all is found

The invitation’s arrived

Let the exploration begin

Into the unknown you have dived

 

Becoming of service to self

Without fear you now walk

No longer doubting the path

No longer too scared to talk

 

Clearly hearing your truth

Now aware of free will

The observer is observed

The chapter’s all yours to fill

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A meal fit for a Queen

I open the door, delve in deep with my head

In search of inspiration, for two slices bread

My hunger is huge, I’ve a vast rumbling hole

A ravenous emptiness, an insatiable soul

Multiple flavours, to contrast, not compete

From the contents I find, it’s a difficult feat

I need something smooth, so I go for sweet chilli

With a generous spoonful, of fresh piccalilli

A layer of cheese, something French and quite smelly

Mixed with several strands, of last night’s tagliatelle

Chopped coriander, with diced gherkins to boot

Now all that is missing, is a semblance of fruit

I thinly slice strawberries, with several black grapes

Three lettuce leaves ensuring, that nothing escapes

A beauty to behold, a meal fit for a Queen

The act of consumption, best described as obscene

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