Thursday, 17 February 2011

the return

I know the how
I know the when
I know I am diminished by the why
and dismissal plunders deep

the skin dries, peels,
over and over
and over

the new virgin flesh
is supple and chaste

divest of mind clutter
massage gently
at the points of remember

to float beside me
lay comfortably

of their presence
not needing
to feel or do

it just is...

( I found this in my drafts, revisited it is even more so a truth)

Monday, 14 February 2011

One year on

and I find I am still breathing,
holding my life in my hands

one year on
and I find I am void of anger,
holding still, a little disappointment

one year on,
I find much is the same,
friends, family
holding me back from shadow

one year on
and I find I like myself, 
no longer lost,
settling for less, for the sake of  'us',
holding on to the real me again

one year on,
and I find much is different,
mostly within me,
I hunger for life
I thirst for courage
I mostly breathe
in wonder

one year on
and I find I am filled with curiosity,
realising that what was, isn't all there is,
isn't all there should be,
holding out for a better way,

a better me

14th February 2011

Sunday, 13 February 2011

Bottoms up!

Cheers! Slainte! Prost! L'chaim! 
Skal!  Na zdoroviel!  Sante!
cin cin!
 Up yours!

time for extreme measures...

everything is just fine here


Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Rise, rise, rise...

For my friend 'Suburbia', for whom today I shed bucket loads,
she rose like a warrior today, I'm so proud of you,
she is fab, feisty and forty something

and for my girlies, you know who you are,

and for me

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

Saturday, 5 February 2011

Marchons! Marchons!

Flicked on the rugby, it's Six Nations time again....and phoar!!! 
Stopping by to check them there thighs,
and it's such a good game,
I haven't yet switched back
to ITV2
to gauggle at Steven Tyler 
so must be good

... and then they brought on 
not a fan of muscley bodies
then there is always the exception

Just because I can and in case he hasn't reach your tv screen
thought I would share him with you!
My pleasure

just dropped by... visit Mum's blog and to say Hi to a few friends... I hope you know, you are all never very far from my thoughts. Many of whom I...