The Figure in the FountainThis shell is too weak, This flesh too inviting. These eyes of mine Look out at the world,The Figure in the Fountain
Offering invitations to weak creatures
Who dominate me at every turn.
I want to be like her, Cold to touch, Hard marble. Disconnected from those feelings which are Manifested in the fountains clever display. Deceptively drawing a crowd of onlookers Who see only art within the waters movement. But I see her majesty And the reflection of my own pain. She is overcome with emotions that do not reach her core self.
They merely gli
the week that was cold and wetThis blanket of grey has obstinately smothered the city for the past week and shows no signs of leaving! Shivering I’ve found myself longing for yellow.the week that was cold and wet
I have forgotten what that colour feels like.
My limbs ache for some sweet sun kissed touch - to know heat again.
To find myself within those muggy days where my head would swim and my body drip, moist from the air,
struggling -
seeking shade,
cool breezes,
an autumn dayI'm not use to seeing thisan autumn day
season in all its glory. As the leaves change they
seem to burn and glow
against the still blue of the sky.
Watching them fall; I feel My own passions take flight. I let go of all of my hopes and
Fears as I surrender to the unknown.
When winter comes; will I feel empty and bear or reborn?
The only thing I wasn’t expecting
were the tears. They came upon
me at my best & worst. My most extreme. To feel both the closeness yet
experience this cruel distance,
to know both joy and heartbre
In TransitI’m unconsciously drawn toIn Transit
the movement. They’re just within reach… Your fingers moving backwards
and forwards -
And here I am
entranced by the friction.
Everything else about you
is so composed. The polite chit chat,
the graceful turn of your head,
almost regal.
I try to think of something -
anything to say,
but spoken words are
beyond my reach.
If I knew what to say,
what to do -
Then maybe this would
feel less like a role reversal.
Why am I the one making
chas
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"I'm so into you"
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"But, here and there, a lonely bubble answered, 'We are the stream,' and there was neither surprise nor indignation in their voices, but just quiet certitude." - Ask the awakened by Wei Wu Wei
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♫ and she shows you where to look
among the garbage and the flowers ♫
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