Naked Heart

Let my clothing fall

And step into the oceans chill

Let my defences down

Welcome my racing heart

Give thanks that I am able, still

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Ritual acts refine me

Habitual ones define me

Maybe I’ll let you see me

Beneath the skin that binds me

Under my ever-watchful real me

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Be kind to others always

It’s a motto to live by

And it is easy enough to say

Harder though to play –

Life is, a double edged sword

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Opening my heart to you

There is nothing harder to do

But your spirit welcomes mine

Allowing light to shine

On my mystical heart sublimed

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Haiku (Future dreams)

sunrise and free time
thoughts travel beyond this day
peace in this moment

Locked Away

Deep,

Deep,

Deep,

Deep

Down inside of me

There is a door, and

It’s locked...

I must have lost the key,

Or did I throw it away?

I know there is something in there. 

I don’t know if it’s pleasant

Or unpleasant.

I’m not spending too much time

Thinking about it...

Or trying to open it. 

For now, I’ll just sweep around it. 

Anchovy Paste (some like it)

 

Just do it… gently

With the suns arrival
and the departure of the night
My body stirs…
It needs stuff.
Tea, strong and white,
Toast - blonde
Eggs, over easy
Painkillers by two
Happy pill by one
Stomach - there’s one for you too
Eyes - cleared
Skin - moisturised
A walk - Knee strapped
Cane - in hand
Sunglasses - prescription grade, on
Dog - ready
Let's do this day.

Survive

A short story composed without the assistance of the humble letter ‘A’

I slowly pulled my fingers through the golden flower. Intrigued, I noticed droplets of liquid forming on my fingertips. I stuffed my fingers into my mouth. The sweetness flowed over my tongue.
If this is how to survive in the bush, I think I will be fine.
Things took unlikely turns from this point. “Try this” my instructor grunted. He gently pulled white worms from the split bowl of the tree. My bowels fired. I’m not going to keep this down.
It got progressively worse. Things with legs, things without legs, more with legs, forced upon me.
But I survived!
My pride in completing the course is only outweighed by this complete conviction – If I lose myself in the bush, I will only ever consume the flowers.

A Walk

Before dark

After day

Silky air

Cool breeze

We walk

Hands held

Talking little

Feeling good

This date

Dinner first

Martini next

Slow dance

Let’s fall

In love