From the Heart
You are a channel from above, you heal me through your hands.
You clear your mind and open up, the universe expands.
I feel it when you touch me, I heal within your truth.
I open up myself to you, with nothing at all to loose.
It doesn’t matter how you heal, reiki, spirit or God.
It is the belief that does the work and I am healed not lost.
So take good care of yourself dear, your powers really there.
They’ve only been bestowed on you as you are one that cares.
False is the colour of my hair, my eyelashes too.
I paint my face and dress myself to try to impress you.
If you saw me in the morning with hair standing high.
You really wouldn’t see me, you’d see I am a lie.
I dress to make me slimmer, it doesn’t really work.
The clothes they hang the wrong way, particularly my skirt.
But I’m honest in all other ways, like what I say and do.
Please believe me when I say, I know that I love you.
Falsness, doesn’t become me, I know that it’s not right.
It troubles me, that you can’t see the beauty out of sight.
Inside I am just truthful, I stand firm with honesty.
But I’ll have to keep on dressing up until you really see me.
Over my morning coffee I think of me and you.
As I stir the milk and sugar, I hope that you do too.
The crumbs left from my pastry, tell the tail of us.
In tiny bits, not strong enough and scattered in the dust.
And the stain around the cup, is all that there remains.
Like the feelings now inside of me of memories and pain.
I wish I’d stuck to water, never tempted to caffeine.
Then I wouldn’t feel like this and life would be a dream.
I wonder about another cup, but not in connection to us.
I think it might help a fraction while I try to readjust.
It’s pointless buying summer clothes, in England nowadays.
For moments when the sun pops out, and holidays away.
We wear them and we shiver, at home the hearings on.
One blink and I’ll miss summer, the evenings are just long.
I’m fed up with this country, fed up with the cold.
I’m sick of hearing summers here, fed up of being told.
So I’m packing up my summer bits, into the case they go.
I’m off in search of sunshine, before we see the snow!
The flowers are rejoicing, a bee has sauntered by.
They dance, they sing, hold heads aloft, up to the smiling sky.
The bee is quite oblivious, to the happiness he caused.
He spotted a bright flower and thought he’d take a pause.
So he takes his fill and wonders on, through the flowers bright.
They hope he will return again before they close tonight.
The darkness comes a creeping, it comes at dead of night.
It creeps up walls and furniture, it takes out all the light.
Heaviness accompanies it, swarming around the room.
When darkness overtakes me, I pray for morning soon.
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But why the fear of blackness, dark and dingy things.
Blackbirds, crows and bats and other things with wings.
They cannot really hurt me, certainly not when it’s light.
They haven’t anymore power, just because it’s night.
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So I preserver and pray a lot, before I blow the flame.
I look around the room once more, is it still the same?
And then in sleep I slumber, wrapped and very warm.
Until the darkness disappears, with the light of a new dawn.
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Forbidden is so tempting, I crave what I can’t have.
Just the thought of getting it, is driving me quite mad.
I want to hold in in my hands, put it on the shelf,
lick it, kiss it, worship it, have it to myself.
Forbidden beckons across the room, winking over at me.
It tells me that it loves me, I’m sure but you can’t see.
It wants to have me in its grasp, it wants to hold me tight.
It whispers little nothings that go on into the night.
Forbidden is for yesterday because today I look anew
At all the things I can’t have, things that you want too.
They may not be so good for me, but I think they sooth my soul
The temptations of forbidden things that help me feel I’m whole.
I’m peeling away the layers, to get to the real me
Thought they’d peel off easily, then I would be seen
But my layers are stuck tight you see, covering deep inside
It’s not a simple thing to do and some of these are lies
I’ve cut off little bits of me, that I didn’t want to know
Put them somewhere far away, I couldn’t really go
And now I want to find myself, face up to good and bad
It’s going to take up all of me, at times it will be sad
But I’m a girl, determined, I want to put it right
I will not tolerate it now, if things are out of sight
I am the sum of all things whole, I have to be just one
I will find the depths of all of me, now I have begun
A cloudy day in Bantry Bay, the day that you where born.
In the house your father built and in the babies room
From the King’s and Queen’s of Tara, your ancestory was true
With emerald eyes and freckled skin, your Irish through and through
I love your song of ‘Danny Boy’, only you could get that high
When you sing, my granny dear, the clouds they leave the sky
Autonomy of you and me, we’re alone a lot you see
We don’t rely on other folk and tend to do as we please
We’re strange as individuals, an odd couple, you and I
A twosome of individuality, on that they can rely
I couldn’t do it without you, but I want for no one more
My whiskered friend, my funny face, it’s you that I adore
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