I will/Aware

Emotion is a drug. Good or bad it seeks to give the creator what they ask for. I am aware of my emotions and it is my choice to embrace them.

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I don’t know how I will get to you

But I will

I don’t know how I can love you more

But I will

I don’t know how to un-break promises

But I will

I don’t know how to be a better me

But I will

I have only ever seen myself as partly of this earth, as I believe we all are. The physical self is an expressive tool for the energy of the true self.

I cannot be lost as my physical body is not I. I can however be out of touch, become too invested in the needs of the human.

Being in control of the human self is not easy, it so delicately rides emotion and resiliently guards it’s passions.

Emotion is a drug. Good or bad it seeks to give the creator what they ask for. I am aware of my emotions and it is my choice to embrace them.

One day sadness took my hand

Made me regret no, despise who I am

I did everything right to get things wrong

I bled deep

till I filled every crack with despair.

What am I? this human being

This being human is incomplete,

I’m under a quilt hiding away

When the rest of the world is on their feet.

Shallow thinking to first compare

I am not them I am aware

I am aware

I am aware

Yes, this is the reason I do not compare.

Blessings

Face on Canvas

I visited the national portrait gallery and wrote this poem afterwards in the crypt of St Martin in the fields.

I thought about being surrounded by snapshots of these people’s souls. They will live forever in the inspired mind.

Face on canvas

A face on stretched canvas

Imbibing the soul

a deep mirrored glow

In strength and in beauty

The vulnerable show

Separated by time

The body now long dead

A traveller piece of a moment

An auspiciously delicate thread

The feelings of passion

The dark hour of despair

Captured with a brushstroke

With our minds to ensnare