perseverance

Brave One

~ Emma

My love you can see and you can know.
I sat up all night thinking how is it so.
It doesn’t feel like much maybe, but I need you to know.
The way you are, the grit on your cheeks, the fear in your bones, the glass over your heart, it’s heavenly oh.

You aren’t the boy in the yard, or the lost one who is alone.
You have delicate ears, soft eyes, rough hands and a soul of stone.
The world has been bothersome and you chose beat over bone.
Beautiful and sweet, pure and kind, grasping to own.

The dust around your body, the particles placing you astray, just wash them away.
There’s a warmth, a cold, a warmth, a cold, just try and stay, just today, okay?
You are protected by the special ones, to that I am one, you can play.
Different shades, green and yellow, purple and black, no matter, they’re colours all the same, tones created from fray.

Lifting and moving, rolling and sliding you are more than tools, silt and trucks.
You are lightning and strength and sensitive forces inherited from the mucks.
The windows are always open you can choose what to breathe, it doesn’t have to suck.
Without the blocks there is nothing to know how to surrender to and survive… shucks.

The giving from your hand and the easy way you go, the wind sweeping into your nose, you appease.
I listen from all the way over here, I can hear the woe and the yearn to please.
The last time you spoke, it was a goodbye that will rest far out wide and down in the depths of many seas.

I will always be watching you, my eyes scan the valleys and search the caves.
Listen not to the ones who hold defence, who let compassion slide, who can’t see inside, who enjoy the rave.
Your tired mind, your stretched emotions, listen less to them, be brave.
The sparkle in your chest, you can rely and listen, you know what’s gone, and what you gave.

The Way

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They called her, called her in, called her loudly.
Working together, they saw it unfolding, they began talking.
She knew with every step down the road of noise, her calling sitting proudly.
At the end of the street, turning left instead of right, this is the correct way walking.

Her way isn’t your way. Her heart and her soul understand deeply.
They are screaming at her in soundless blaze, she is aware, she can hear.
They watch her and tell her with a force she cannot escape, still climbing…steeply.
Do not dive, do not search, do not try, the why is not the way, it is becoming clearer.

This way, not your way or their way, not wrong but higher and wiser.
Disengage and listen to no one else but the calling and the soul.
Do you hear that? I think she’s coming, she looked up, out, in, she is the riser.
Let’s gather here and welcome her, our wings can shelter her, she can be our foal.

Let’s clap, let’s bring her closer, let’s show her the way.
She always looks out, she always finds me, she knows I am here for her.
They will never keep me away from what I am supposed to show her, and to say.
The cool and murky glow where I live, under a fortress, below the boulders, she sees through the blur.

They knew how to get there, inside her mind.
Like dissection of a crime with a solved confidence riding in her heart.
I move, I stand still, I glide, I explode, I fall down, I lift up, I will hope to bind.
She soaks the energy from me, I put it there for her, she is further, beyond, outside, inside, creating the art.

She will take her craft much further, I see it blooming and fostering and healing.
Nurture she does in all aura she reveals.
I see her, hold her, and let her words come through the ceiling.
Surrender and kneel together, star gazing we send her to every field.

My heat shines on her body, she absorbs the penetration without flinch or fear.
The guidepost so clear and strong, she listened to our prayers and galloped with trust.
She looks at me as the floating cloud hides my face, she is dear.
With a smile that creates life, a heart that beats too strong, an expression that addicts crave, she lights up the forest, her centuries old soul turning her enemies to dust.

Phone War

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Breaking up is hard to do you see.
I wrote a blog post about my phone.
Really wanted to say, “Adios buddy!”
But now here I sit, me plus phone much less lone.

Addicted, withdrawing, one more hit.
I like the feeling sometimes, when you get lit.
Although you give me much pleasure and delight,
I shall find a special and new place for you, just for tonight.

It’s not so bad, I can go seconds, minutes and hours, but can I go a day or two?
Without you there’s a void, and it sucks.
I’m filling it, filling it, filling it with all the things that I do.
But what if, just for fun, we played a little game called, “chuck it and run” or, “surrender to flux.”

Oh let’s play! It’s one of my favourite games I do say.
Energy and time and focus, now mine all mine.
I love this game because it gives the way,
To more fulfilling and appetizing things, to which I will dine and dine and dine.

Oh dear device, like a cat and mouse chase, except, there’s too many mice.
I will leave you alone to regroup and refresh.
I am taking the hiatus now too, less noise, less mess.
This time away from you, actually, turning into something very nice.

It’s good to change things around and make up your mind and stick.
I had an amusing time with this line, trying not to say dick.
Temptations and emotions and cravings abound.
You never even as much, utter a slight sound.

Phone you trick me, taunt me, lure me and haunt me.
How much longer can we go?
I plan to leave the country one day without you in stow.
I wish you had a real brain, like me, so we could experience more glee.

Ok, enough. I still think you are amazing.
The beautiful way you try to help and make life simpler and easier.
I will be thanking you for your gifts from now until the next phasing.
But I must admit dear phone, some things that you do, unfortunately, make life drearier.

So a little less contact, a little less checking.
There is nothing I will miss that cannot wait.
My mind and body and spirit very due, for less of a pecking.
Thank you. Grateful. You have been a Saint.

Goodbye for now, going to try something else.
Maybe I’ll walk or cook, or go for a swim.
No. I think I’ll paint. Paint with passion and heat so everything melts.
Yes. Painting. Painting is the better option for the win.