Like a fire flood rising and falling in my belly
The feeling of being stretched into the epitome of up and smiles
She makes me laugh like I don’t know myself anymore,
Beautiful blue eyes,
Talking in hums and squeezes
Sleepy faces and tight cuddles
She keeps me warm
Talking through the night about the problems of the universe
Singing and dancing to old songs from groovy times
Never cheesy, always cheesy, and we love it
A duo in performance
The dream team
In the shadows
We embrace them
Talk of their necessity
In Low tones
And bland fact
Overtoned by squeaky voices
About mawnins and evenins
We wrestle and tickle
Because that’s the proper thing to do
And become the birds and the dogs
With their dances and calls
Then I kiss her forehead softly and warmly
And I tell her that she is the best thing that has ever happened to me
Because she just is.
And I love her so.
When our joints start grinding
On nights I tend to wander.
My joints didn’t used to hurt of bending
Grinding, grinding, every day
Things I used to say,
Now I’m telling
To kids who nod and hear me
But don’t listen to a thing
You stare at yourself
The mirror is shining you back
Stubble and broader shoulders
Frame you in a way unfamiliar
Like sitting in a carriage
Full of strangers
Realising that you are one of them
Advice I was given
till Cliche’s became real one day
At the other end of a candle
Time is burning away
and I haven’t shown my light yet.
But at 12 I was only 12 and planning my future
at 30 I’ll be working for play
and Maybe I’ll play till I work
but I’ll be too old for that
And no, I’ll say,
I’m only getting started
The days of being old have never begun
nor never departed
I do what I do because I do feel like doing it
Your words are your own
So keep on doing it
What you say
Is what you have to say
but I want to hear what
has to say
because they have it
They’re all on their tracks
There’s no cover for it
Even with a sugar coat
It’s the meaning and
Time’s floating away with substance running out
Wandering about my joints now
I listened to them
they say take the main-stance and time will take you
He nodded, I listened.
That was the time I washed through my stance firmly
and found myself joined in the warm fluid
Most of us don’t articulate ourselves with ease. We all want to be listened to and heard. However most of us aren’t.
To articulate is to be focused, and to be distinct. Articulation is to bring the articles of your being into light.
The feeling that one gets when one watches and listens to those who stand for what they believe in – Those who speak from a place of truth, these poets, these icons -nThe goosebumps are stimulated, the eyes widened, the feeling of rising in your stomach.
Watch those who you love to watch talk. And watch those of whom you love the sound of their voices. They touch us. They move us.
How can we smile with our full beings from your heart to the tip of your head if we cannot articulate ourselves? We cannot, because we are full already with tension.
We hold our feelings back with the tensions in our chest, neck, and jaw. To articulate ourselves we must let our vibrations move, and in turn we shall move others.
The reason that we do not articulate our feelings is because we make ourselves smaller in order not to be seen. We fill ourselves up with stoppages; ‘I shouldn’t say that.’ or ‘Be quite, don’t speak.’ We block ourselves.
I challenge you to be seen – as I am challenging myself now. Give away the blocks that stop you from being heard, let them go.
Loosen your jaw, let it talk you.
‘A leader gives articulation to the imagination of the population.’ – Dr Jordan Peterson
Light and grounded
Floor and emptiness
More can be said of nothing and something
than each of one another
lengthen the short
to shorten the long
feelings knew all along
they swam in the waves given them
moulding paths and shapes
each moulding one another
The mind takes view
it carves out a separation
makes one into two and 3 into 4
fixing problems, creating more two’s
until too many to hold
all collapse into each other
Feeling need of one and other
the shapeless circle continues
not fighting a mind for knowing
for there is nothing to know
and no mind to know it.