What is in a prayer?

Are "prayers" a right or a gesture??

Do I have a say whether someone prays for me??

Are "prayers" simply good thoughts??

Am I ungrateful for not wanting someone to openly pray for me, and am I ungrateful for essentially rejecting someones positive intent?

I feel this says more about me than the act.....




The prayer
Or the thought
The intent
To move
To change
You are the thief that
Stole my?

I am not sure what you took

Im done talking
My words fill
your empty vessel
My mind turns
Into the possession

Lorsque les vérités de l'amour automne ~ When truths of love fall

How the two places in my heart meet.........

L'amour

a baissé

je dérive entre

la lumière

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Love

has fallen

I drift amongst

the light

What I know of Love

You are almost gone
But I stand on the edge
Of my words
That might fall
From the beauty
In you

the red bus

I bury my love in Paris
Below the polka dot palace
Where my cousin folds her warmth around me
Capturing my dreams
Of wanting to be here
We listen, as the five bells ring out
Drowning the fire in my chest
We look above our heads
As metal towers over us
Breaking our dreamy state
We follow the sun
As beauty seeps into my being
And I cling to how soon this will become a memory
I watch gypsy's beg for their babies
Holding notes with names scrolled across the crinkled page
And I beg to the earth
To bring back the love
That I buried beneath the polka dot palace

what's love go to do with it

How an image can open a discussion between two strangers.

What is love and are we all courageous enough to fold away the "things" we believe IS love, and become defined by the true essence of what love can be??

Thanks so much to Dave, my new friend on instagram who has a gift of showing a richness and depth in his photos, check him out his username is

bodypiercingsavedmylife

You won't be disappointed. Thanks for reading my poem, and encouraging me to share it....




I love my iPhone 4s
I love my ps3
I love my fast car
I love my manufactured plasma tv
I love my designer branded coat
I love my sparkling boat
I love my multi function romote
I love my stuff, my things
I love what they do for me,
How I look and how I be
When did love become so flippant
Just another word
When did love become defined by object
When love longs for me to look deep in your eyes
And feel you wandering in my mind
Love wants to be in command

I love
I love

I love seeing the moment your heart feels the rays of sun break the flesh
I love how dandelion wishes brush your cheek
I love the warmth of your friendship amongst my clutter
I love your breath upon my soul
I love the crack of autumn leaves under your feet
I love how your music fills my lungs
I love how deep love can take me
I love it's truth
I love you
I love you

truth

 You stand under my shadow

Waiting for me to join you

Cold wind blows

                            Across my faltered ghost

Come back to me you say

                                       Feed on my hunger

Inspired by Gossling

Because the theme of the week has now become the theme of my life I want to share the below poem I wrote when  I heard the song Paper Boat by Gossling, I was unable to find a video to upload but have included a link where you can hear it. It is a beautiful song....

I carved out a boat for you

A boat made of wood

I painted it in the colour of my heart

And stained it with the varnish of truth

The boat will carry you

Upon the seas of my love

Where I will be your current

And I will be your waves

My body will be intertwined in your net

My breath will get caught in your sails

My desire will be tied in your knots

And when you leave my shores

I will be your anchor

That drags heavy behind you

Held fast and buried in the sand

Because my longing wants you to
Stay wrapped in my arms
Forever

http://grooveshark.com/#!/search/song?q=Gossling+Paper+Boat

How love can change your life....

I don't know where to begin. For anyone who actually reads my blog, you would have discovered there is a common thread throughout my poetry.....light/dark. Most of my obsessions have been about the dark, and for years now it has been "my monkey on my back" I have carried this burden of pending blindness, and the fear of what my life will be like.

Enter SABOTAGE, my belief is that if I ruin things before they ruin me than that's alright...THAT is all wrong...

While I have been consumed in darkness I didn't even realise that there was something far bigger in my life...LIGHT, a life full of amazing colour and joy and love.

I want to say say that the revelation came easily but it hasn't, I've missed out on opportunity through avoiding failure and disappointment. I've said no to things because of fear, I've said no to life because I really believed I didn't deserve it. That's reality, we all do it.

However, over the past few weeks, something in a small way has shifted. Something very small but enough for me to just feel different. I believe in love....and I believe if you give it in your everything it can free you on so many levels. It has broken me. But it's broken me in half and I feel my light.

The result has been creation. I will be showing a piece of art at my mothers art show, based around "scattered vision" and how light is so powerful. Thanks Mum for pushing me to see the story in my life. I know you as my mother struggle with my darkness but you have guided me strong and guided me independant and now you have shown me that my life has to create, and if I become half the artist she is I will be happy.

I also must thank my friend Melanie, her friendship has opened my mind to so many creative possibilities, and constantly I am grateful for her. I am constantly taken back to my writing where things seem clear to me, thanks to Melanie for YOU!!! Love your motto in with love-out with love.

I think she may be onto something....

you brush your hand across my heart
as you strip me back
to the seed that rests in my lung


you carve your name
into my wound that you healed
while you whisper your tiredness around my dreams


you hold my hurt
and my weakness in your breath
as you become the calm that clings to my throat


you have shown me love
in the warmth of your touch
as you peel away the darkness from me

Nanna

This weekend I was able to spend some time with my beautiful grandmother Thelma Martin. I am so fortunate to have known and loved both of my grandmothers who have both showered me with love and joy. Nanna, thank you for always loving and having time for me, thanks for inspiring and stirring the words in my heart

The plump in her face fallen

The light in her eyes cast

The knowing in her mind forgotten

The everything fading toward memory

The love now becomes her living

Lovers love

He caresses her soul surrounded by light
He listens for the break of her silence
Moments of nothing bend, weaving into the sky
She clutches onto his unloved heart
She feels his pain as tears finally break
Fear intertwined amongst their love
Low rhythms of thumping keep beat in their bodies
The music between hatred and love
Swaying clouds hang from strings in their sky
As colours touching, fracture and fade
Not knowing that beauty will follow
Drowning sadness with divine love
Night turns to day with the birth of first light
Love emerges from their depths to kiss the new sky

Medley

I will not be told
Controlled
Involved
I will not revolve
My heart around
Your imploding soul
That hurts you
That tells you
To take what's true
You won't trap me
In the dark
Of your darkness
In your being
That sees only hurt
And pain to pain me
You will walk from me
On your road to glory
The glory of not taking
My heart
The heart that's taken
Taken but free

mind your step

I crave for the craving that craves for you
I ache for the aching that aches for you
I want for the wanting that wants for you
I grieve for the grief that grieves for you
I desire the desiring that desires for you
I fall for the falling that falls for you
I love for the love that loves for you
I crave for the desire
I ache for the fall
I want for the grief

I love

Lifeboats

I inhale the dark
I exhale the mist
I scream to the earth
I want it to hold me
Or swallow me whole
I conclude to the sky
I don't deserve its sun
The blue of it's eyes
The tears that fall
My fragments caught
And I cannot run
For I love you

My devotion

I stand amongst love

I am embraced by devotion

I feel close to my centered self

rOlLiNG My eYES

I need

To smile

I need

My freedom

I need

A full heart

I need

Bright light

I need

Life’s inspiration

I need

Your acceptance

I need

A silent heart

I need

Falling leaves

I need

Calm movement

I need

New music

I need

To dream

I need

To believe

I need

To be touched

I need

New words

I need

A free mind

I want

Your love

Mother Natures Dance

Today I sat underneath an aging spread of European elm trees with my beautiful friend Melanie, trams rattled past in the background, the smell of dust and damp leaves rose between us, boys rode on bikes, kids played in the park, old men strolled through the aging Edinburgh Gardens, the blue of the sky was broken by the white of the clouds and the warmth of the sun.   I know this moment was meant for us because to the naked eye these could have been trees just losing their leaves.  But to us it was like we were being showered in floating flecks of gold, each leaf twirled spiraling downward and toward us, the breeze was like music for the trees and they danced, showering us with golden leaves.   Below I have written a piece of poetry about this moment, called Mother Natures Dance.  

Thanks Melanie, for sharing a pure moment of nature showing its true and wondrous self.  I would not have wanted to share this with anyone else, you reminded me how each leaf was a singular moment of joy to be held onto forever.

MOTHER NATURES DANCE

for Melanie

 With you

I watched gold fall from the branches

Gravity pulled us down

And below the falling leaves

Our spirits were released

I saw the sun catch our hearts

As the wind caught my gaze

And I found floating in the dust

What I wasn’t looking for

I held tight to the stars rising in my throat

Hope washing over my darkness

With you

The leaves did fall

And with you the perfect moment

Fell between us

Strawberry Picking

The underside of my inside

Is stuck between the release

Of breath that carries me forward

To whispers of my running feet

Echoed in the steps of the lyrebird

I fell in love with the current

Caught in your beat

And my heart fumbles

With your northerly wind

Bottled in the glass on the golden ledge

The crack opens oozing light from your pores

And the sunflowers kiss the morning sky

As ghosts burst in my eyes

Scattering the fear of broken dreams

Across your blue that calls for me

Today's Love

the little book

Couldn't

Shouldn’t

Wouldn't

Wont

Haven’t

Can’t

CAN'T?

Why can’t you?

Fear

FEAR?

Fear of what?

Fear

Falling

Needing

Forgetting

Shadows

Get it together

Don’t be so

God damn

Weak

WEAK?

I am not weak

I am strong

Determined

Full

FULL?

Full of what?

Desire

Trust

Needs

Joy

Longing

Dreams

Hope

Questions

QUESTIONS?

Questions about what?

Me

You

Us

Love

LOVE?

Yes love

There is love

We are love

LOVE?

Yes Love

TO LOVE

HATERS CAN HATE

SHIP WRECKED HEARTS DESIRE

BAD RHYMES STILL RHYME

I AM A LOVER

AND I WILL LOVE