I was you…

The end goal,

their sole goal.

A shallow life

bereft of real soul.

They ask,

what it is like

to be old.

To be a postscript

to their prologue;

their ink soaked dreams.

These girls count

their age in fractions.

Eager to experience everything.

To wear it fast and loose.

 

‘Whatever…’

 

Blind to their

own beauty.

Individuality main-streamed

A Selfie redeemed

social popularity.

I was you

I tell them.

I was every uncertainty,

every weight,

the hormonal fate

of alien limbs.

Contorting my will

to hide my ignorance,

through a detached indifference.

Perfection is flawed.

I assure them.

I was you,

before I became me.

Everything… And More

Quick as a flash.

Crash.

Train well…

Life doesn’t excuse.

Doesn’t say,

‘After you…’

Bish.

Bash.

Bosh.

Living winds you.

Carries you high

upon clouds

of euphoria.

You slip.

Concentration lapsed.

Lapped,

by procrastination.

Digression,

allegedly in hot pursuit.

The Pied Piper’s flute.

Distorting.

Misreporting.

The truth.

Whispers

that you brush away.

An irritating buzz,

the perceived sting

of waking up.

Squaring up to life.

Shaking her hand.

Courageously making

your very own stand.

I dare you…

Dare You!

To shake it out.

Shimmy your shoulders.

Undulate your belly.

Reclaim your groove.

There ain’t nothing to improve

in the total perfection,

the sweet recollection.

That You.

Are.

Everything…

And More.

Lost

I feel your gaze upon me,

across borders

forever open.

Your eyes seeking

my world;

our voyeuristic double-life,

kept alive by what if…

What could have…

What can be…

What will be…

The thoughts evaporate.

Abbreviated by every breath.

The diaphragm of society

breathing them in,

out

in

out,

until they are nothing

more than

hot air greeting cold.

Momentarily seen.

Mislaid instantly.

Lost in the unspoken

silent distance.

Insomnia – Faithless

Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light
Pick up my pen and start to write
I struggle, fight dark forces
In the clear moon light
Without fear… insomnia
I can’t get no sleepI used to worry, thought I was goin’ mad in a hurry
Gettin’ stress, makin’ excess mess in darkness
No electricity, something’s all over me, greasy
Insomnia please release me and let me dream of
Makin’ mad love to my girl on the heath
Tearin’ off tights with my teeth
But there’s no release, no peace
I toss and turn without cease
Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast
At least a couple of weeks
Since I last slept, kept takin’ sleepers
But now I keep myself pepped
Deeper still, that night I write by candle light
I find insight, fundamental movement, uh
So when it’s back this insomniac take an original tack
Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack
I gets no sleep
I can’t get no sleep

I can’t get no sleep
I can’t get no sleep
I need to sleep, although I get no sleep
I need to sleep, although I get no sleep

IF – by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Forgiveness is the answer

Integrity, the intention

of becoming and being whole

Through awakening the mind,

the body, heart and soul

 

The path to authenticity

to a life of just, well-being

Is through accepting enjoyment

and the excitement of actual doing

 

Trust and accountability,

that can only start with you

If you cannot walk the walk

you can’t expect another to

 

Centering and grounding

is a knowing, not a thought

Letting go of old beliefs,

of all wrong lessons taught

 

Forgiveness is the answer

to the question of self-blame

Projection the constant replay

of societies make-believe game