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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)

Love Cartel didn’t end well

sails set -flappers on deck- bags packed ready to dance with le mistral –

Prepare for signs of cursive scurvy , unorthodox rats.

a canary and a dove destined for a new type of island style

Known by the name king Louis of swing.

Roots.

Start over.

Allegiance to the flag

Pledge to acquiesce to the captain of this ship

He – the cardinal son.

She- Scarlett wife , tresses of a bedheader installs a navigation Wicca app aura .

Puritans on the other side of the reminisce  -wont flock in God’s pinitation no more.

Men blemished from wearing rosacea glasses,

They don’t mind if their ladies flesh is pricked by a stranger.

Possessive is not a prerequisite to all nature.

If she hustled away every coin for her current despicable appearance,

Would his fists mangle into the renegade degenerate?

He ,sitting on a cracked pavement, sipping beer 9% proof distilled hops poison

The brain canters away with a wild neigh, a hurdle jump to late to plummet off the mezzanine ?

Money talks .

Yes, your majesty,

The Queens face-discordant in all apparitions injects a dose of annus miribilis.

Scarlett wife Disorderly conduct causes a head to head, bollocks to a curtesy,

Sight convinces the reality of her hand gripping onto a can of mace.

No!

Artistic expression insists on splashfuls of colour of cans .

Expressive language told in graffiti.

Stand back — look at the words staring at you on the attack

What is respect ?

No dictionary to hand. Examples pour out without definition.

Pleasantries, thank you , cups of tea, good nights, mechanical nav app claiming

Quickest reroute to I love you,

Is it posse of homies fist bumping in homage to the lionized mane with blue blood paw

Together-slumber in king size

Flesh remains languorous to the swirl prints of human touch-

Mistaken identity chickens both fear to lose more feathers

Life division — soul mates obliterated by differences in decorum ethics.

Always the sophisticate — the crowd whispers nectar grains of gossip behind whimsical fans.

She is the fallen angel , notorious for the malaise in her head,

 she brings out the rapture of Yorkshire cows that hide udders with a noo noo ,

lactose free

Milked by onions far future veiled tears and a survival credits demeanor .

The pair adore the honeyed bee with cotton blue eyes –

the enigma who keeps their fates sealed in bondage

Arrange one another like a book end seeking outwards ,

a common agenda arise

Pleiades siren sisters heard mewing departing with the breath of dawn

tangerine hues , salmon pinks,

Creative muse leads the joint pair to rip at each other until both are mere bits of itty bitty jagged ,torn up pieces.

No clean break.

Wind takes a pile of their stake

Love ?

People fall out of love everyday.

Better opportunities appear in the sky line at sun

Save but for this,

Passion misaligned enough to impart a spiritual kiss.

Scarlet answers to his tonic inflections — atonement persists every other day.

White noise.

Static.

Erratic.

Chaotic.

Despotic

Erotic

heinous tumor clots the mind by a sprinkle of a spell hypnotic

The poltergeist won’t make a proposal with a smudging kiss -so dreadfully emphatic!

Compromise to exercise the practice of sabili.

Feverish tug of war discourse breaks out in lieu of discordant decibels strung out on opiate sentences.-

Night terrors channel the unblemished one onto hang mans cliff, one foot away she is from tumbling to the state of alone.

How can we humans get it so wrong for so long?

Hearts motivation is seeking for a state of a rose petal bed sensation

Yearn that the fleeting soul mate would over estimate his worth.

Indeed change his own faith perhaps even his fate.

No frown lines

Don’t mean no problems.

equality determined by duvet covered up underscores

Old Ben ticks a version of rock.

seize a raconteur to reveal a mandatory position of bondage-alternating positions to top-

Knowledge of new positions verbalized in consumption — a crescendo of orgamsic crowning

Don’t you think it’s fascinating we can live in cramped states and boxed ticks?

Fairies move out appalled by love birds sudden screaming in Tourettes tics

Strangers bound by vows and contracts have perfunctory sentiments ,

Know her soul — possess her ,emancipate her from well coined ferry man ferrying crowds over the river of sty.

she needs the force of a Minotaur-

Amygdala explosion — irrational welts to a few tossers , no burial for those who disrespect a generous gender-life givers-vessels for the lucky few

Respect is a two way street.

A part can disappear to a sudden gasp of disappointment clad in veil-hidden-

Though some part still exposes her skin announcing she’s prepared to paint a mural — decipher their own teasing ,high hopes for their Art.

He needs a stability, no hand palms lined with haphazard crosses-

Nor to the cosmos antagonizing the make up of her spirited sum

We – love is what ? a dessert homemade , multiple attempts to attain the taste of perfection

To understand the the meaning behind the effect of not giving a shit about garlic breathe.

We fall in love-

we fall out

We love-

we don’t love

Love shouldn’t have a contract of pre determined conditions.

Feisty souls-what will happen when they reach past there 30th mile stone?

All blasphemous bathe in water infected with parasites of bloody rouge delighted to succeed leeching on a new host — a corruption life draining feed

is this enough to see them through the next phase-a turnstile or direction that doesn’t rewire an IQ test

emotional intelligence — hear her lilted accent

Manipulations, guilt — disappointment-

She commands brutal truth in — communication

Not the bullshit that she is the get down momma.

Big up her soul — she won’t trust words wrapped in silk feathers made by the wife of the bent over farmer.

Troubled is this state of terrain .

life epiphany moments can unify a bond lost to an inventory of savage materialitisic scum

The body is infected

Damn woman, screwed up everything from the moment she puffed out a perfect Oh breathe , the day at her party of existence.

Which way to go?

Look at the neighbors garden — all flowers and herbs cultivated with hands green hue glow.

Tender, patience — imagine a perfect relationship.

It’s easy to forget the good times when Cerebus wakes up-

dodging three eyeballs — accumulate by the sense e of fear-causing blood to boil in heinous state of haemorrhage.

Reminisce the spaces with laughter , moments of frisson, an out line of a future that didn’t appear another gilded prison.

Vow to be a sensual, thought after action man

Vow to be a lady who will cite and recite her promise .

re read the words spoken amount attuned bird chirping,

Above an audience not hidden by a curtain-breaking down every wall.

They recite their vows

Explore the true meaning,

Speak them out loud

Reconnect – her proposal to fight for their future far from the hostile terrain cartel.