“More Than This”

More, than this.

More, than a flower,

conveying,

you’re missed.

More, than a kiss.

The, momentary, bliss,

that it brings…

…that makes butterflies,

flutter wings.

More,

than the sprinkles,

the sparkles,

the wrinkles,

that tickle

your nose,

as you smile.

Although,

it makes

all of the effort,

more than,

worthwhile.

More,

than “dine-in“,

as reminders,

of times

when,

the clearest of soup,

glazed your, glistening, chin.

When,

suited-and-booted,

all,

whistled-and-fluted,

and gowned-up,

you,

glammed-up

and

dined-out,

in style.

More,

than this..

Walking a mile,

in your heels,

or, your loafers,

or, ballet flats…

Or, dancing,

upon, high-rise, clouds

of sweet scent,

and spicy cologne..

…talking,

in pheromones.

More,

than that..

When,

at the evening’s end,

you’re home

and,

you’re lingering,

longingly,

hovering,

over the phone,

awaiting the message,

to lull you,

to, peacefully, sleep,

in a soft,

soothing tone…

Never, dialled-in.

Full, to the brim,

with, authentic meaning,

so,

you’re not

alone..

Yet, more,

than this..

It is..

What you think.

What you do.

What you say.

It is,

more,

than a square,

on a rectangle

calendar….

…And,

all of this,

do you show

and you prove,

all the more,

everyday,

after, day,

after,

day.

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“Head In The Clouds”

Just thoughts…

Just wondering,

from

a multiplicity

of

letters and noughts.

Entering, into concepts,

through

cognitive doors…

observing, mentally,

the symbolism,

through

Heavenly apertures.

Investigating,

the

evolving inventive,

in vectors,

and

revolving perspectives.

A virtuous vortex,

of neural selectors.

But,

no pressure,

to perceive.

Simply, musing

and retrieving.

Wandering,

with cotton-candy,

cumulo nimbus,

in super-surround..

Head,

categorically,

in the clouds…

Feet,

concretely, floating,

on the ground.

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“ChromaZones”

A straight line.

But,

not,

as we know it.

A tonic transition,

that slides,

into spectrums..

ruling, the blankness…

… picking out colours,

like notes,

from a plectrum.

Selecting direction,

with clarity.

The nexus,

of every intention.

Sheer, crystal, brilliance.

Not to mention,

the solar plexus,

of endless invention.

Attention-to-detail,

a given.

Precision enlivens,

with printed inscriptions,

of shape-shifting

screen,

after screen.

Here,

is the

premium product.

A movie of

multiple layers,

in, cross-hatched,

formation.

A series,

in rainbow technique.

Alignments, unique.

A limitless

labour of Love,

through a

Creative prism,

at its,

infinite,

peak.

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“Revelation”

Not, until

it was destroyed,

did I know,

it was healed.

The hurt,

had

skipped town.

The power, from pain,

revealed.

Not, until

I was laughing,

beside and inside

of my Being,

did I feel the Joy.

Until,

I was a child again,

hunting for Christmas,

to come,

did I recognise,

darkness,

was, fully, dismissed.

Only,

as I cut

a year away

from my tresses,

was awe,

unlocked,

and wonder

free to roam,

without stresses.

Only, then,

was I happy.

I was Home.

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“Refuge”

Words.

My refuge.

The soil,

into which, my Soul

takes root.

The silt,

of editorial deposits.

The space,

where

clapping rhythms

rattle, against

my chattering teeth,

through the gateway,

of my mouth.

The only place,

my Li-

fe,

can be hyphenated,

surrounded,

by split infinitives,

and, yet,

like, my Heart,

remain,

unbroken.

Syntax,

to transport

me somewhere,

always, meets me,

where I am.

A backpack,

of emboldened prose,

bookended,

by blank verse,

nominates,

my, pending, imagination,

to nurse sentences,

which come,

in dialects,

of Love.

These gifts,

fit every need,

like,

an enchanted slipper,

or,

silken glove.

One moment,

spent,

amongst their company,

and,

my, laden, Spirit,

forever,

lifts.

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“Idol”

No-one,

is your idol.

No thing.

No Body.

No-one,

has the power,

to delay, or distract you.

Nor,

does their presence,

do you,

any favours.

You came here,

dressed in

antique-gold Blessings.

Dripping,

with riches of Giftings,

to savour,

which, only you,

can reveal.

No-one,

can steal it,

from you.

It is yours,

this Mantle,

to heal,

through who you are.

What you do,

is, quite, miraculous.

You are a cadenza,

of condensed stars.

Light, exudes.

You, truly, came,

to be

the precious glue,

that binds,

unbroken ties,

in, Clarity.

To clarify,

with, Heartfelt, Authenticity,

the malcontent,

of, those, despicable.

They will despise,

but you came, not,

to idolise the fear.

Pre-Ordained

and

Destined,

are the reasons,

you are here.

Whilst they fantasise,

you epitomise the Glory,

which is your Origination.

From station,

to station,

you visit,

Nation,

after Nation

and,

summise the very best,

of Creation.

Serve,

the Feast of Fellowship,

in a famine,

made of glamourising scandal.

Vandalising, sure, Serenity.

But,

keep moving through.

No-one, holds a candle, to you.

One, in Unity,

vibrates and rings, true…

with the enduring message,

you spread, liberally…

It is never, too late,

to live in

Perfect Peace

and

Heavenly Harmony.

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“Waves”

It comes,

in waves.

Knowing when,

and,

showing how,

to be brave.

Something,

crashing over,

undulating,

my interior,

gives me courage,

to rise up,

against the feeling,

of inferior.

Tears, crash,

within the wake,

of being woken up,

to Life,

renewed.

Few

and far, between,

are torrid tides,

torrential

flash-floods,

of raining, purple moods.

It comes,

in barrel-form.

I surf,

and breathe.

Hang on, for ten,

then, exhale,

with, sheer, eloquence,

the saline air.

I am Unquenchable.

The surface

of my Heart,

laid bare.

It comes,

consistently,

the Unafraid I.D.,

granted, unto me.

Endorsed,

by prayer,

coursing through

gateways,

of, insistent, mouths,

from across the rolling sea,

inhabiting, the hills..

they call,

from west, to south,

those things,

that be not,

yet, here,

as though, they were…

… and they arrive,

in waves,

to meet and greet

a, waiting, shore..

Better, than I imagined..

..better, than real…

..better, than ever..

And, immediately,

all is calm.

The trooping storms,

have ebbed away.

They are,

no more.

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“Myth-Understood”

What IS it,

with this, “being misunderstood”?

When all you are being

and doing,

is, good?

Why, all of the suspicion?

The need, for undermining,

or derision?

Is there a longing,

to be satisfied,

meaning that,

Intention and Trust

must collide,

with a force,

that attempts to

upset the insides?

What gives,

when that’s

what is happening?

Or, whom?

Why, so hard,

with commitment,

is it,

to live?

Confounded.

Confused.

The bemusement,

joins forces with

cynicism.

Well,

there’s another rhythm,

declaring,

this myth-understanding,

is clear.

When Motivation,

is founded,

in the Unconditional…

You are surrounded,

by Love…

which will cast out your doubt…

So, there, really is,

nothing,

and no-one,

to fear.

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“The Blessing”

Thank you,

for not suppressing

the Blessing.

For confessing,

exactly

that which

Faith, Hope and Love mean,

through decompressing

your Soul.

For yielding control

to

the dreams,

on your Heart.

Thank you,

for, simply,

having the courage,

to start.

For sharing the secrets,

the how-to’s,

with others,

without spin.

Thank you,

for letting us in.

For fighting the impulse

to stay

in a comfort zone.

For going it,

alone,

with Grace and with Truth.

Thank you for owning it.

The Gifting,

in which you fit,

so perfectly.

Righteously giving,

of your special blend..

and defeating the urge,

to make a mere brand,

from the honour

of Living.

Thank you,

for leading the way.

For showing the passion

to keep digging in,

when many,

would choose not to stay.

Thank you,

for knowing the time

to move on,

when the growing,

from the present season,

is done

and committing,

to unknown horizons,

to help,

without need, for a reason.

Thank you,

for all that you are…

and,

for all, that you do…

The World,

would be less than,

if it were not present,

and filled,

with the Blessing

of you.

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“Magnificent”

Know,

that you are loved.

As you lay awake,

before the steps

of your new day,

you take,

know this Truth,

that will not break.

Understand,

that you are adored.

You leave

the constellations floored,

as,

from their

lofty carpet,

they observe,

how you endure,

increasingly, more.

Remember this.

You are,

undeniably, magnificent.

You can not be ignored.

As shadows appear,

have no fear.

For you are meant

to be here.

You are revered.

Sea vessels,

change the course

they’ve steered,

to catch a glimpse,

of your Essence…

Paint the plimsoll line,

just to float

at your level.

Revel in it.

As the breezes

sweep the dust of dusk,

to view the finery

of your

Divinely-decorated Spirit,

know this….

…The World

and all Creation,

long, to dive

your depth..

and marvel

at the profundity

of your stillness,

within it.

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