The Angel of
Modesty
The Devil of
Desire
an eternal internal conflict
one
There is no excuse for ignorant self-indulgence
it is me that I see, and all I see is one
until the day when I notice one other
who also sees me… but also sees two…
And I realise that
the only regrets I have are not allowing
myself to love and be loved
He may see two, but by the time realisation hits,
he now sees two – elsewhere…
and again I am left as only one,
but,
wanting one more….
goodbye
She thinks she is rescuing herself,
but she is drowning…. a vain attempt to
stop herself from sinking in an
accumulation of buried emotional tripe….
Amazing how sometimes you don’t realise that
there is a world waiting for you, until it
slaps you in the face to say
goodbye…
come and go
One lonely secularised soul
the victim of her own actions
“I need time”
time to rest, recuperate, recover,
distance, isolate
“I need to return”
return to the hate, anguish, pain, loss,
dismay, ignorance, indifference,
“I need time…”
…and so the cycle continues…
THE HOLY GRAIL
THE HOLY GRAIL
the unknown self
the unseen self
the invisible self
the hegemonic self
examining the self
masking the self
grasping the self
the halcyon self
HAIL THE SELF
cold
the sun streaming in through the windows and hence through her eyes did not
‘warm her soul’ – it merely made her realise just how much of her
soul had grown cold.
departed
She can think of nothing but the sadness
that doth lie there,
and she doth cry there…
For the hope that once held her cradled
hath departed,
and she is left with only her despair…
SHE
she dreams a little dream,
her spirits get crushed,
she gives up all hope,
she continues on with all else
regardless,
no passion
no anger
no hatred
no love
indifference
ignorance
independence
preservation
SHE
courage
The Miracle of life
the agony of life
The day to day passions
the day to day rippings
I was told that
to be loved deeply by someone
takes strength,
to love someone deeply
takes courage.
eye of newt
heart of ram
for the love of a man…
give me courage
PLAUSIBLE
PLAUSIBLE
or not so
fear racks my mind
dread fills my every thought
is it so or is it not so?
they seek him here they seek him there –
the wanting
the needing
the desire
the red the speed the need… .
The body
The Body
the twisting
contorting
naked body.
A thing of beauty
underappreciated
undervalued.
A world of
guilt
blame
Shame.
“Poor is the Man”
just fake
masquerade
mask
masque
guise
imposture
imposter
disguise
deception
pretend
costume
conceal
cloak
falsify
fabrication
simulation
dreams
Dreams of
breams with
creams for
genes, not
jeans. I’m
keen to be
lean and
mean. The
queen has
reams, it
seems the
teams are
weaned.
walking that fine line of mine
NINE X NINE
NINE X MINE
LINE X MINE
FINE X MINE
FINE X NINE
LINE X NINE
MINE X NINE
SELF
walking that fine line of mine.
imaginality
Some re-create their physical appearance
Some create people to play with
Some re-create their world
their being
their physicality
their personality
their geographicality
The act of re-creation
imagination
The dreams of a child lost in a world not her own.
is there really any difference
between
an imaginary friend
and
an imaginary life?
fabric
The light loose weave
of the fabric of life
the intricate, shifting,
the ebb and flow
of the threads of
experience
emotion
action
and ultimately,
of life itself.
oh child
the eyes of a child
unable to imagine the
things she will one day
BELIEVE
The truth of a child,
the memory of me.
The child’s fancy
will now never be.
I span and eve span
Response to Mary Gilmore
“I span and eve span
a thread to bind the heart of man…
as here he loitered and there he stayed…
a root of loss and hidden dismay…
the flame of an hour when he was moved…”
I span and eve span,
there are no threads to bind the heart of man.