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The performance

The performance

The curtains rise up

You start your act

Your lines delivered

With confidence, you enchant

The audience is wrapped up,

Captivated, entranced

But, wait! Have you stopped to ask

Who is writing the script?

Who is directing the cast?

And how comes you are

Part of an act

In which you’ve had

No say, no choice, no freedom

To write?

And whose performance is it?

You ask

And why must you stand up,

Pretend, act?

Whose life are you living?

The one you want

Or are you really just following

The words, the scenes, the acts

Neatly typed up

Convenient, conventional, acceptable, mainstream, banal

Where are your dreams, ambitions,

Hopes, intuition?

All gone, hidden, forgotten, buried, suppressed, discarded, incognito?

Why the performance, the acting?

Are you scared, frightened?

Of what you’ll find

If you step out, walk away from the limelight?

Your soul, your mind, your heart

What’s hiding inside them?

Dig deep, find out, discover

Reveal your own script

Write your own lines

Own your act

Cause life is not a rehearsal

And you have no understudy

Get off that stage

Find your own show

Don’t let the curtains fall

On You

Be bold

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Fog

My thoughts are locked

Completely blocked

Don’t seem to know

My words anymore

I’m stuck in limbo

Ideas revolving

Dissolving in

A murky, thick fog

I can’t make out

Nor shape or form

The flow has gone

I know not where

I’m going to drink

My favourite tipple

Would it work magic?

I doubt it

But at least 

I will feel sleepy

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Shadows

I see these deserted shadows 
which touched my life
chimeras of a time once lived
without care nor worry
no pain or sorrow 

I see these shadows 
which touch my life
reflections of the light
projected from behind me
‘cause now I care and worry
For I have felt pain, grief
Loss, sorrow

These shadows follow me
they are part of who I am
despite the worrying and grieving
I am smiling, dreaming, hoping
dancing, loving, living

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Visceral 

Storming her world
With sorrow’s wind and rain
She found herself enveloped
By a love so visceral
So vain

The kind that lashes
At the window pane
Incessantly, pulsing through
Her veins

Uncontrollably forcing
Its way in
Her heart, her mind
Her body
No longer belonging
To herself

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Lurch

I lurch from certainty to doubt
From all consuming passion
to trying to work out
Is this real?
Or is my head in the clouds?

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Embers

You capture the light
contained in my eyes
reflecting it on paper
You read my soul
with words so bright
and set it alight
like fire on wood
my heart you ignite
and I burn, slowly to embers

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Patchwork 

Insidious
fastidious
and sometimes fictitious

Fractious
the patchwork
of feelings, emotions
thoughts and devotion

Vicious
vivacious
unrelenting madness
images, words
speeding in raucous
sadness

Trapped in a life
you thought fulfilling
you opened your eyes
found the thruth
blood curdling
bone chilling

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Trust these hands 

These hands have thrown a ball
Swam in the sea
learnt to grip
Firmly
whilst climbing trees

These hands have known
The softness of silk
They have crawled
Played with dolls
Made friendships

These hands have held
Their own babes
Softly, caring
Comforting
Wiping tears, mucky faces
Doing up
Those shoe laces

These hands have toiled
Made beds
Grafted, cooked, plastered
Painted

These hands have touched
The smiling, wrinkled faces
Of loved ones
In far away places

These hands have learnt
The art of caressing
Discovering
Undressing

These hands held the promise
Of having, holding
Loving, caring
Forsaking all others
Till death did its bidding

These hands will hold
Your heart
Carefully
Nurture it
Without oppressing

Trust these hands,
their love is unending

Sin rima

¿Y dime por qué
te extraño tanto?
en la llovizna
cuando está nevando
Sin razón, sin rima
¿Por qué te extraño tanto?

¿Por qué te extraño tanto?
en el café, chismeando
Sin razón, sin rima

Dime, dime, dime
¿Por qué?
Extraño tanto
Tu manera gentil,
Tus ojos, tus labios

Aquí estoy, preguntando
¿Por qué?
Amore mio
Sin razón, sin rima
Te extraño tanto

No rhyme

So tell me why do I miss you?
When it’s cold
When it’s raining
There’s no rhyme 
There’s no reason 

Why do I miss you?
Over coffee 
When I gossip 
There’s no rhyme
There’s no reason 

Tell me why
Tell me why
I do miss you
Your soft, gentle
Manner
Your eyes, your lips
So delicious 

Here I sit
Thinking
Why do I miss you?
Amore mio 
There’s no rhyme 
There’s no reason