Archive for July 2013

Beautiful   3 comments

The spirit is
we are, you are

heart race
soul jump

palm touch
love crush

warm breath
body sculpt

life trace
we start

no space
we end

love swing
faith run

time passes
move on

we are, you are
beautiful

We Ended With – We Started With   2 comments

We ended with “enjoy the moment”

but the journey was more
balance, imbalance, restore
to understand the body and mind
from the lack of wisdom and clarity
from a body in pain – out of balance
an holistic health and gentle art
the west and east combine to repair
physical, emotional, mental, spiritual
give me choice, for in choice there is balance
long forgotten memories restrict
test me both in mind and body
honour my own healing

We started with “I have a sore neck”

Posted 22/07/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

come out swinging   Leave a comment

come out swinging.

Enjoy the moment

Posted 22/07/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

This must be underwater love   Leave a comment

This must be underwater love.

Posted 15/07/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

It’s the Way It Is   Leave a comment

It’s not sad,
It’s the way it is
It’s how we peaked
It’s how we ended up
It’s how the journey rolled
It’s how we became who we are
It’s how I became who I am
It’s how the world burned
It’s how the heart grows
It’s how the love turned
It’s how the love flows
It’s how feelings grow
It’s how …

It’s perfect
It’s imperfect

It’s sad
It’s life

It’s the way it is

Posted 13/07/2013 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

The Self of Space   2 comments

The Self of Space

The self consciousness
of space invades him,
or does he invade it

He shuns the warmth of close
and denies the touch and feel
of body, of skin, of breath

A wave of awkward goodbye
is set in parting words of
“catch you later”

His actions speak of “do not touch”
but his heart and soul craves
that which his mind repels

He is not cold, he is a generous
man of eternal spirit but he
cannot fight that many voices

The self consciousness
of space invades him,
he prays there is no D day

Posted 13/07/2013 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

displacement   Leave a comment

displacement

it was her
it was him
it was them
it was there

it was not my heart
it was not my soul
it was not my life
it was not me

it was not me

Posted 12/07/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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