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Spindrift Nouveau depart

A true union of hearts was joined one summer in late June.

The birds chirruped, the sun shone – the two became one -reflected for all to see by La Luna- the moon
Air and Water – shouldn’t cross paths.
These two elements casually ignore each other in nature’s form-its innate core.
He of Air –
She of Water.

The energy that caused the spindrift was something not even these elements could ignore.

Le Mistral caught up in a steamy, heady mood.
Strode across the sky scowling, blowing curses – chaos surely ensued .

La Mer
– she was winding down for the day.

The tide had come in, and she was ready to listen to a mermaid wax lyrical her classic tale of Babe Ruth.

The wind so vexed was he – he deafened her with one strike of his herculean hair -clouded by his inability to self- soothe.

La Mer reacted in bad form. He struck her so hard, – her mind swelled up with great licks of waves – crashing and thrashing her mental whereabouts.

Never interrupt an element so passionate about listening to her favorite composer.

Le Mistral and La Mer could ignore one another no more. She would make him feel the repercussions of his foolish, senseless,not-so-well thought out Strop.

Now he would have to face his conjurer.
A tidal wave of thoughts arose inside her.

He would pay dearly for interrupting her meditative state of mind.

He had no clue what feud he had started.

Fire and Earth were shrewd not to intervene. They knew when to stay out of the way of a combination of this kind.

They witnessed how the passion of this great unforeseen union came to be.

The product of this affront was simply not even what the conflicted two could continue to deplore.

Witnessed by two friends .
Wind and Water created the very first image of love .

Spindrift -a physical feeling of exhilaration consolidated the two .
They were now ready for a new adventure – together -ready to explore each other, become the couple -who looked to the other with eyes that said ‘j’t‘adore.’

Definitions for spindrift
spray swept by a violent wind along the surface of the sea.

( written two months after I got married to my husband – Gaz. He is as Mercurial as Air and I more of a deep waters run still lass. Air & water are two elements that ignore each other. I used to read up all my family, friends, and boyfriends astrology signs when i was younger. I used to read the Aquarius sign and think that is the kind of man I want to be with . Trust us to be incompatible according to our zodiac). 😀 then I went to marry an Aquarius man & it turns out he is my soul mate. Nouveau depart)

The living ain’t easy

It hasn’t taken away everything

there is still me inside.

Don’t forget I rise, fall, stumble, then I suppose because I’m here, I rise.

See even grey lizards can be

Newborn from cinders.

My number is definitely not over

Mother’s nature to beta block a seizure on Kronos’s clock.

merely an earthling in my mortal dregs tried

to take my heartbeat, crush it in my hands

So many times,

Yet here I still am.

I pulverised the very heart of my soul

This beaten path

Led to a southern state in need of heart donors

Many lived as secluded slaves

pieces pulled apart.

I may be flawed but you’re no patron saint

for you have a blood hue lusting for the Big Easy.

See there it is!

Blemished if only so faint.

Self-hatred became queasy & took it out on my star crossed lover

Call it, resting bitch face syndrome.

True

My love can be seen -it hovers.

Moments of Rapture are fleeting

Take time to bask in my lover’s latest sunshades.

Who’s to say we’ll never meet up with

a black dog again

– a self-made state of oppression.

The Living aint easy.

(inspired by
my relationships my temper and I write to make sense of my thoughts)

Cupid scored

I’m convinced it is true love or close to the definition as one can come to.

You feed me physically, rehydrate me when I forget.

You feed my mind on subjects I’m passionate about sans regret.

You feed my psychological stance when it needs a new perspective

Laugh if in doubt

You never belittle me, you will tell me where you think I’m going wrong.

You believe in me, our connection, I know that money is a means to an end for the two of us.p+

You have a gift convincing me that I am beautiful even when I’m starting to show wear & tear.

You’ve convinced me to allow myself the risk of getting my heart broken again.

Cupid must be smiling today. He has scored.

And to add to this you

are my best friend.

( Simple words from a complex woman)

Beneath my feet

I write these words
Green grass beneath my feet
I have a sacred homer, a babe too
Society says I’m now complete.
Distilled waters
of a balalaika, playing kind
Overfloweth
Dismiss ice blocks jutting out
Clearly on the rocks.


Skidrow composed
with a head full of the sublime.
Not one of us can stand in all perpetuity in the sun
& shine.
Science ad
ds a rationale to inform those lacking in sense
To subtract those people who we think revolve around our orbit.
If you recognise that instinct.


If it faintly find a pulse of love
Don’t ignore this sign preordained from the unseen above.


Spend 10 million ways to capture each moment of mirth spent in your star crossed lover’s finite existence.
Think not too far in the distant


Future & imagination fuels to the furies ears echoing our doubts.
Even palm readers learn to stay away from an answer to every Question’s insistence.


If there was a moral estimation to impart from this musing
Seek out existential ideas to rekindle the hearth of hearts
Two much history already been written.


True love is a conundrum of confusing
Too much future mapping unites
soul mates in need of refusing.


Eradicate over analysing
To evade living in a nebulous cloud of doubt.


These words I write
Green grass beneath my feet.
The end doesn’t rhyme


Mirrors reflecting the next steps
Dare to take a step
free
fall?
No easy feat.


(Beneath my feet- stream of consciousness writing)

Just a piece of paper heart

*Something I wrote in November 2017 whilst listening to Red Hot Chilli Peppers ‘Give it away’*

 

Throw it away.

Throw it away .

Throw it away now.

 

It’s only a  a paper contract wasted on keeping real life from plugging in.

 

Throw it away.

throw it away.

Throw it away now.

 

What does it matter ,that you will know the out come only appears exactly the same?

 

Throw it away.

Throw it away now.

Throw it away now.

 

Is it ever worth the chase , crave, the chaos , the complications ?

Devastating collision.

 

The battle to assert who has control of the seventh wave.

The seventh.

not you or I

We  came and went.

No compromise .

No middle ground.

One bold walk on that white painted line

brainnav reroutes another path for those falling leaves

Seeking clarity in sage.

 

Do it away.

Do it away

Do it away now.

 

What is there to gain?

debts outstanding

Lives to follow.

Loves to give……

cheese and bread binges coated in butter-

Enough to give the heart a clamorous pounding.

 

Sharks circle —

its pay back time

merely out of interest-

The swell of denial is as shallow as it’s melancholic moan.

 

Cycling up a cyclic cloud

dense ,

depressive

manic mountain

— legless

Armless.

Voiceless to the doubt dubbing over the output time

  chants of Russian bass  erupt from within.

 

My belle — my vie

-La vie est belle avec une sourire

Call me —

no cellphones needed,

pagers

No technology.

Its embedded in our skin.

 

It hovers closely watching my flip switch-

the place I access when I’m doused in self loathing

Ignite the flaming fear of

The who is this person ?

The guilt of having done nothing…

….except find a way to appease unbearable backdraft

One will shatter

the reflection

I know is waiting to conscript  me into progressive lands

For being a  mortal being.

Love

— daughter lights candles to make her seem truly present

A shadow I wish to always welcome in my darkness

Her light  dances carefree abandonment.

Brighter than —

my lowest deeds — time I have not

To go through each error I have made  chewing off  another biro pen.

Smother me from far

With promises of intoxication.

Forget the food inhaled. Overloaded on  negative exposure.

Compromise my self and I lose all that I stand for?

 

I am .

I am not a line or a verse of what I pay for.

I a m self defined.

Believe in these words, little girl

 

Don’t just type — connect  the mind

Believe  life will shine again.

Rain will fall, snow will stick, sun will seek out  all your usual hiding places.

The clouds  create a dullness to reflect what I should be working on

My own grey matter.

 

The longer I let you find a space in my home

the harder it is to part with you and throw you out-

 

Get it out.

Get it out.

Get it out now.

All I have to do is

 

Shout

Shout

Shout it all out.

 

Don’t tempt me, little bruiser.

I’m ready to flush you out.