Working

I work,
In my heart,
My job is not my work.

My job
I do not carry
Like my dreams, my focus.

My dreams
I keep safe
You know them better than most.

My focus
You keep straight
I need you in that way.

My job
It will help
My dreams, this focus.

My focus,
It will help.
My work, My dreams.

My dream,
It will help.
This longing subside,
This pain that I hide,
My drawn-out life,
Until I am...

Until I am there.

My Friend Masquerade

My friend,
Subtleties layer up
A knit
A weaving
Of non-truths
Of masquerades
Of grieving for you,
for us;
Your game.

My friend,
I no longer see
Your heart
The laugh
meant for us,
not them,
the men,
the boys,
the fools,
I see.

My friend
It's gone;
The hurt,
The need,
For peace,
For us,
Your destruction,
Is ok,
i don't bleed.


My friend,
So long,
Thank-you,
Goodbye,
You laugh,
You pull,
You grab,
You wrestle,
You laugh,
You look,
You stare,
You wrestle;

Keep wrestling,
You'll grow weak
You're scared,
You're small,
Laugh and pull -
They follow,
momentarily,
They're not yours, though.
So wrestle,
they're not yours, though.
Wrestle, Laugh,
Still they're not owned.


My friend,
What can you do?
You've laughed,
Ok,
You've pulled,
You've grabbed,
You've wrestled,
But they're gone,
They have their own minds,
They're not yours to own,
You look.
I can see,
You know,
I can see,
You can't stand it,
Me,
Her,
I'm untouchable.


No pulling me,
No grabbing
No wrestling,
I don't battle
I'm ok
I can see
Once everyone's gone,
You're left with just me,
You can't face it,
Laugh.
I see.

My friend,
how long has it been?
This laughing?
This game?
The grabbing?
The pulling?
The tearing?
The battle?
The wrestling?
Knowing I see?
Not facing me?

The mask,
Masquerade,
The game?
Masquerade.
My friend,
Masquerade.

Textiles etc.

Forgiveness

"Forgiveness is the fragrance the flower leaves on the heel of the one who crushed it."
-David Jeremiah

The Contrarian

"Words I wish were my own,
such a great scathing attack"
The line of the contrarian,
The line, the line,
So often "the line"
They tangle:
Await the collapse.

The Contrarian, he laughs,
Throws his head back,
Guffaws,
The people allow,
Let it slide,
Slide 'neath their pride,
Slide 'neath their backbone,
Retreat
Into serpent form.

He adores it this way,
In his pit of snakes,
Like a grecian myth,
The more outlandish; the more snakes,
More tail, less tongue,
More hiss, less bite,
They let the lines slide,
They slide and become,
Lines themselves,
Tangled,
Caught,
Surrendered.

Oh, Contrarian,
Who are you?
All controversy,
Anecdote,
Pseudo-intellect
From a mind so patient to be refined.

No,
Not one stance, not two,
It waits, but still,
The mind is degraded
A watch-merchant's coat
All pockets of scandal,
All pockets of dirt,
Dust for his snakes,
He shall go back to dust,
And heat from the sun
And heat from the earth
And the bellies of his snakes
Shall show him his worth.

Contrarian,
Who are you now?
The dust 'neath the bellies
Of your own serpents.
Your lines defeated you
Your borrow'd attack fell;
Fell
To the ground
Fell
To the dirt
Fell
To the serpents' playground
It's their turn, Contrarian,
And you know,
They shall bite.

20 Ways to build World Peace (courtesy of "peace builders")

Take your share of responsibility for the world,  

Send letters and emails,  

Welcome strangers, 

Be a good friend,

Don't make others wrong,

Smile at people when you walk,

Live simply so all can simply live. 

Don't fight - Forgive,

Learn new ways,

Stand up against bullying,

Help those in need,

Be peaceful inside yourself,

Be tolerant,

Join in,

Talk about Peace,

Share what you have,

Care for your environment,

Aim so that everyone wins,

Be open minded,

Listen well.

Terribly British

Hello!

Until now, thoughts have merely been collected and thrown into this space. I think it's about time that I cut out the middle-man (that is, the throwing), and make this space the jar in which these "thoughtdrops" collect first-hand :)

And so begin some musings; hopefully more frequent updates and a mish-mash/splish-splash of thoughts in various forms...

This week I feel terribly British. There has been strawberry picking;

There have been indoor picnics (British due to the prompt; our beautiful persuasion in weather towards rain):

 

Both with the darling James; whom has been working on the farm in the later days of the past week whilst I have been baking home-made bread - c'est la vie!

Also, three of my girlfriends have been spied today gallavanting about the oh-so-English "do" of Wimbledon! Steph, Han and Hannah - you lucky things! - click here to watch their interview with Helen Skelton!

Tomorrow I'm going to watch my little sister perform in her last dance show with her current school before she goes to university this september...Tissues at the ready!

That's all for now my lovelies - More Soon! 

 xxoxoxx

What the World Needs Now...

 

A collection of hearts; the first two are from Leeds, UK and the last one is from Romania, Europe.

"What the World Needs Now, is Love Sweet Love" - BB.

xxx

I'm going to start posting more photos I think...

So we shall start with these;

 

I really enjoy train journeys. I think one day I may film one, though there lies the danger of detracting from the beauty of looking at it through your own eyes...

Yesterday I travelled from Leeds to Liverpool to see a group of my best girl friends. On this particular journey I really rather enjoyed "lines". 

Hence these photos :)

xxx

A Mother Rain.

Two puddles expand
By the pathway,
By the gate,
It catches my eye;
I slow my pace.

Each tiny drop
Brings each puddle nearer
To the other, yet still
I can't see any clearer.

For a second at least,
The rain seems to hang,
Suspended mid-air,
As I stretch out my hand,

Palm facing upwards,
I squint to the clouds,
The rain starts again,
Though makes little sound,

I can see your rays,
They're there straight away,
Breaking through black,
Glittering the grey,

I take a breath,
You're here, and it feels
as though each tiny drop
Has the power to heal.

Hair all a-tangle,
Clothes all sodden,
I gaze down the path,
Battered and trodden,

But it's right on this path
That your angel-rays shine,
And I smile, for we know
That it shall be just fine,

The rain won't just stop,
The clouds shall still loom,
But when I look to the puddles,
There are no longer two,

Each drop the sky poured,
They drank, and they grew,
It brought them together,
To share reflections of you.

Your light shines out now
Not from two seperate parts,
But more bright and more clear,
In one union of hearts.

I Promise.

My heart is crossed
And I hope to live
To be there for your son
To love him & give
All of the things
You know he deserves
That you're trusting me with
Through unspoken words
It was always you,
the only one,
who knew just how much
I love your son,
I'll take good care of him
and,
though you're gone,
I'll never forget
Your acceptance and love

<3 In loving memory of Kay Marie Greenhalgh (18.03.2011)

Constellations of Us

I shall take the time,
Each second, a star
And shape each one
Then throw it far

Soon minutes shall form
Then hours, then days,
Quaint constellations
Amongst midnight haze

Each one, my dear
A part of me
My heart's creation;
our dynasty

I shall take the time
And make it our own
A future shaped from stars;
Heart-felt and Heart-grown.

05.02.2011

There's a daisy out there
With perfect petals
The perfect number
To land just right
If I had happened to find this flower
All of her petals would have fallen tonight,
Yes, All of her petals,
In order,
Tonight.