From the Heart
It’s hard to stay focused without eyes!
My trip to the crypt today in Hythe, Kent.
I thought the crypt quite fascinating and just down the road too. I’ve visited bone chapels in Europe but was surprised to find these down the road from my flat. All the sculls are pre 1800’s, there are thigh bones too!
Well maybe there’s more to the town than I originally thought! 😉
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I’m wired up to the universe,
with a strong invisible thread.
To hold me while I need it,
I’m as sure when I’m dead.
Linking me to every moment,
as I’m paying a visit just now.
I came down from the stars,
but I cannot remember how.
I’m connected to all there is,
Spreading all over the place.
I see myself in so many things,
I see too, as I look in your face.
I visit all over the milky way,
as each planet is my home.
While my body rests at night,
in my dreams I love to roam.
I grow in summer meadows,
I hang down from every tree.
As my spirit meets each part,
so I become all things I can see.
I roll in with the tides at night,
cross the mountains on a wing.
I am the grass that covers land,
I am the song the crickets sing.
Yes, my body might deteriorate,
but the thread will always last.
When I am only a pile of ashes,
I’ll be right here, not in the past.
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Am I from another planet,
like something you’ve never seen.
Am I really that peculiar,
like a vision from your dreams.
Am I really that different,
like I just flew down from Mars.
Don’t you ever get out of here,
and drive your big flash cars.
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I’m really just like everyone else,
I have a big heart like you.
You know I’m a little perturbed,
I’m at a loss of what to do.
I won’t take you in my spaceship
and I certainly won’t go.
All I ask is a little respect,
in that you just might say hello!
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I’m finding it hard to be inspired by where I live now. I moved here a month ago, it’s pretty enough, you’ve seen some of the photos I’ve taken of the canal and beach but it doesn’t speak to me. I’m okay, I’m plodding along doing my thing but I’m not struck by inspiration in the slightest.
It’s the energy of the place I think, it’s slow and if I’m honest a little dull. It’s temporary, always was in that I’m not staying long, but it’s certainly not me. Now for the positives, it’s slowed me down, got me more in touch with myself. I spend long periods alone and I’m benefiting from them. I’ve lost an amazing 4lb’s in weight as I’m not socialising which is a big plus if ever there was one. I’ve started a course and I’m loving it, it’s got me to pull out some old books and I’ve lots of new stuff to learn, I have the time too without distractions.
Energy is a funny thing, I think it’s affected by so many things. The people here seem very insular, I walk down the canal saying hello or smiling at people I pass, the number of them who look at me as if I’m mad or pretend they didn’t hear me is weird. They look at me like I’m crazy, like I’m from another planet, but it’s not me it’s them. On the other hand I do talk to a lot of dogs, dogs aren’t fussy. The High Street is boring, there is nothing that calls me. Yes there’s a post office, bank and chemist but there isn’t anything that interests me. It’s old and I suppose quaint and the folk around here are pretty proud of it, it has a number of visitors but there is nothing that calls me. Is it the people or the energy of the town, I don’t know but I’m not keen.
I’m spoilt I suppose, fifteen years living in Brighton with all it’s vibrancy and style. I was brought up in London and I’m pretty well travelled, yes I’m spoilt and if I’m honest a little fussy. As you know I love nature and I can certainly appreciate the beauty of my surroundings but there’s something missing that I just can’t put my finger on.
I’ll ponder a while on it and carry on spending time on me, pamper myself maybe 😉
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It could have been a glorious day,
the weather man said it could be.
A mild and sunny September day,
was so what I hoped I would see.
It could have been an Indian summer,
it’s what the papers bragged about.
But I’m picking up my big umbrella,
when I ever need to venture out.
It could have rained this morning,
but it waited until I opened the door.
It should have been a glorious day,
I can’t take this rain anymore.
But come later in the evening,
the sun popped his head from the sky.
It brought me a little light relief,
with a glorious and gentle goodbye.
The swans swam out to bask in it,
leaving the family on the bank.
I suppose for that special moment,
it’s the universe I’m needing to thank.
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Daily Prompt – glorious
I just know that I’ve been bitten,
but it’s weird it doesn’t sting.
It does not come from an insect,
but it has got under my skin.
I’ve been bitten by inspiration,
now itching to move ahead.
I’m able to look more clearly
on things I used to dread.
I’m inspired to move forward,
blurred vision is clearing up.
I see myself fulfilled at last,
I sup from the happiness cup.
The bite was right and timely,
as it woke me from my sleep.
From a nest of the imagined,
that, I do not want to keep.
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I’ve a penchant for a wine or two,
they call I wine o’clock.
But when the bottles opened,
I find it so hard to stop.
A penchant for a Spanish sausage,
but I don’t eat meat.
Can you really have a penchant,
for something you can’t eat.
I’ve a penchant for a fine car,
but mine is five years old.
A penchant to repeat again,
old stories that I’ve told.
I’ve a penchant for so many things,
I’m not sure they really count.
So let’s stick to my daily wine,
but forgetting the amount.
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I wouldn’t say that I disobey,
but I don’t do what I’m told.
I do what feels right to me,
in some things I’m very bold.
I stand up for what I believe,
and yes, I do speak my mind.
Then there’s things I let go,
as I always try to be kind.
I’m not a little wooly sheep,
nor will I ever fit into a box.
I’ll turn up when I want to,
I’m not a lover of clocks.
I wouldn’t say that I disobey,
I don’t always do the expected.
The life I have is mine to live,
though I will stand corrected.
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In sympathy I’ll get you,
as I’ll understand and care.
With empathy I’ll feel you,
it’ll just like I’m there.
In sympathy I’ll acknowledge,
all the hardship on you.
In empathy I’ll know you,
I’ll be standing in your shoes.
I might imagine how you feel,
or at least I’ll try to.
Or I’ll know so very well,
you see my love I’ve been you.
In sympathy I’ll understand,
I’ll try to be very caring.
But when applying empathy,
it’s a personal understanding.
In sympathy I’ll recognise,
both your suffering and pain.
In empathy I’ll feel you too,
for you see I’ll feel the same.
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It’s with greatest sympathy,
I say goodbye to my youth.
You see I’m gradually ageing,
I’m getting long in the tooth.
It’s not that I fear getting older,
I welcome it if you like.
I suppose I’m sort of retro now,
new can go take a hike.
No I don’t want to be young again,
I quite like being mature.
My death is still an age away,
I hope so but I’m not to sure.
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