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Just to Be
 
 
Just to be
Hear me
these shoulders
 heavy laden
I plod in the field
amongst
 the blossoms and weeds
send your angels
to carry me
 
here I stand
still the storm
around
and inside
me
 
arms outstretched
waiting
send the wind
to pick me up
take me to
 where you be
 
I am weary
I yearn
 just to be
send a moonbeam
for me to climb
 
no minds
no expectations
no obligations
no nothing
just to be
 
here take my heart
it burdens me
remove the splinters
lodged deep
 
hear me
I slump
waiting
my God
answer
me
 
send
 me
a rainbow
a dove
a sunrise
a promise
of what
tomorrow
brings
 
so
tomorrow
I can just be
 *********
 
 
 

In Bed with Me #2

In my bed

 we lie,

all three of we,

 

a clone,

a ghost,

 and me,

 

pain roars for battle,

against

my unseen enemy,

 

to inflict,

the same,

 as was

dealt to me,

  

my spirit prances,

eager for a war,

lost,

before it begins.

 

against an apparition,

for a clone,

I do not know,

 

we dine,

my bond,

his shackles,

next to me,

  

across from me,

beside the moon and stars,

he sits,

 

a mannequin,

blood red,

 painted on grin,

 

I touch,

 but do not feel,

 

I speak,

 He grins,

 

here we lie,

a clone,

 lying beside,

a ghost,

who lies,

 next to me

******

#2

 

 

In bed with Me #1

Taunting

 teasing

hinting

toying

daring

we dance

entwined

in

lustful tussle

back

forth

in

deep within

waves lick

constantly

until I’m consumed

insecurity

and

jealousy

making love to me

******

An old poem I wrote years ago and found while spring cleaning. I have two with the same title.

If you were me

 If you were me

Where would you be?

Would you be happy?

Or have a family?

 

If you were me

Would you sleep easily?

 And not have bad dreams?

Or flinch every time the floorboards creak?

 

If you were me

would you trust people easily?

Would you make friends quickly?

Or would you treat everyone suspiciously?

 

If you were me,

Would you forgive me

For stealing your virginity

Before you turned fifteen?           

 

If you were me

Would you hate me?

Would you run away constantly?

And would you refuse to call me mummy?