September 2011
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“Andrea, I am right there with you all the way :) 4:9”
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Free to be me.
It was over me sometime around the New Year to change the title of my page.
I have come to the point where I believe that I have grown outside of the liberation that Free to be me brought to me. I knew in the New Year that there was shifting internally but I also knew that I wasnt quite there yet.
There was more.
I was walking towards the water, but I was nowhere near the bridge..
Now I am...
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Intact
stubborn
little particles of matter.
warm bubbles of burst swimming in waters rushing.
carrying the love of before forward into the heart beating of now.
the moon and the sun.
light is light.
it is bright.
night time presents the silence for stories.
stories of colour and words.
conversations that settled themselves on shelves.
not to gather dust.
but only to gather time.
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Of You - Tomorrows Poems
Fingertip.
Pressing words beginning and end.
Placing lines of print.
Of Passion and Promise,
down onto warm, nervous flesh.
Inside the whisper of attempt.
Exhale escapes without consent.
The beauty of this,
in its tiny moment of Power.
Craddled in the source.
Effortless.
Delicate and simple.
The pressing of you.
on me.
Then over you.
I am.
Belittled
Willingly.
Breathless with all...
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Whirlwind.
Its morning time.
My favourite.
So many things are starting to come together.
Its frightening how much you can see yourself changing.
Its beautiful when you feel that you are also being drawn back to a place that you missed.
A relationship that has spent the last couple of years in the shade.
You feel the draw and instead of resisting you let it pull…
You let it warm.
You open up the...
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The Pear of Hearts
Home for my final day off before the return to work.
The return to a new chapter, a new role.
Its positive.
Its not an illusion that I have conveniently created to simmer vision.
This “getting older thing” is a lot more enjoyable than I previously anticipated.
We are always growing, learning, building and we all know this is something that doesnt ever really cease.
The beautiful...
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For Yesterdays
In all of those words we shared.
Eyes meet & fix photographs,
that share their cells in time.
Marked into each others worlds,
where clocks hold no authority.
Embedded into currents and waves,
that transport into flickers and windows of days to come.
There we will always share each other,
With the clarity that love is indefinitely eternal.
31/08/11
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a trophy
Back from my holiday early this morning, this time around the last few busy weeks appeared to have taken me over for the few days of the trip. I found myself not able to do too much, there was alot of sleep and it felt as if my muscles were surrending with eyes closing without permission at most times of the day, it probably took three days to feel normal again. I guess when we think the motor has...