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A lesson to me

 Are the youth lost I sat in a roof bar, terrace, open space After a relaxing evening at an organic gluten free pizza place for dinner So i feel doubly awesome And then as i tried to switch off with a glass of wine Had to listen to a bunch of 16 year olds (yes they were all talking to each other (not to me).about their ages and classes in Australia I initially thought they were being supportive of one of them because of a poor breakup And then listened to 90 mins of them destroying the reputations off at least 6 of their so called school friends I know my daughters so called friends could be cunts but this lot Woe to the Australian future

Winged beauty

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 Next years Stretching minds, my mind…minds Reach for next years diary…already filling in spaces with inane things One thing to be proud of is my aim It’s a long time since there was one of them, To have on my kiln of stones at the end Rough undressed and pock marked…me on a good day…and the tarnished surface reflected Oh…… I saw a fairy and a pixie today at a Palace And that made me very happy

Art runs through it

 Amazing Italy Arrive tired, journey long, sleep bad But hoping for something better, hoping and praying, not To some imaginary deity But to the Italian gods of amazing food, music, language Passion And wine And always Art  The smallest restaurant, with the incredible character in the walls, the textures The roof tiles Calls you back again and again To experience it again Yourself

The Fallacy of Introspection

 Enough of introspection “Enough” I say to the self-serving introspection, the self-delusion, the assumption that anyone owes me anything. The route to an ending of anything, nothing is fixed That way Owning my sanity, holding tight when dark Not losing it over silliness, something short of a six pack Lifting the mind, spreading its wings in the wind and oft’ times dragging the mind with Tell myself  Told myself that after a long evening, or another anniversary goes by I should refrain from  Self delusion or hitting back Accept the beating down Sleep dream wake Fight again

It’s worth 100% less than fuck all

Nothingness You know the hardest thing in the world Exposing yourself And realising you’re worth absolutely nothing in the end Nothing Being vulnerable And finding its back in your face  Seek something Find nothing Expect even less And finding its that what is given is even less

Travelling on Tuesday

 Tuesdays are for Travelling 'Beep beep' Thunderously interrupts my dreams, fighting goblins and cats, who won, I wondered Its Tuesday ....again Bags packed, again too much inside them Tickets bought, Why so expensive ? Taxi.....station....wait for that whooshing sound on the rails as the train approaches Stops, oops chime and into the next adventure please, please let me not sit next to a talker, or a big person...or anyone and off we go

The eyes hold

 Eyes Hot chocolate and amber, swirling hypnotically heat, warmth -encompassing my soul my mind my spirit the opening to the soul always