Beauty - a global phenomena that dictates what we should wear, how we should look and how much we should weigh. Amongst all of that we live in a world where obesity is at a record high!
What is beauty to one is not to the other....beauty is in the eye of the beholder - so they say - but I ask - is your vision of beauty swayed by the influence of magazine images, the model t.v. hosts and celebrities that are plastered in every modcon of today's society? does beauty mean anything in the end other than a cosmetic shallow exterior for first impressions.
I believe in the inner beauty of a person, the who they are and what they stand for, their inner strength, drive and determination or patience. A look - as quick as it comes and goes like today's fashion is just for now and not what lasts the distance. So to those that dive into the shallows of the water - the joy is just but a fantasy that lasts only seconds of a lifetime.
'incomplete'
Just my words - which I am happy for others to read. I'm no poet or professional writer, just someone who tries to express feelings and thoughts randomly as they happen and give myself some creative and therapeutic release.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Bipolar High
Once in a bipolar high he gave me a pen
a key, to unlock the writer within
he said, a world of thoughts, words
randomly intertwined into poetry
his high, his belief, his world
that lasted just time in minutes
it is his pen - his gift to me
that inks the words to this poem
a dedication to his bipolar high.
By Just Me
a key, to unlock the writer within
he said, a world of thoughts, words
randomly intertwined into poetry
his high, his belief, his world
that lasted just time in minutes
it is his pen - his gift to me
that inks the words to this poem
a dedication to his bipolar high.
By Just Me
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
just then
looking but not seeing
am i missing it - not observing
it's then and it's sudden
caught in a pure moment
unexpected - aroused
significant, intoxicating
him ..............Wow
By Me
am i missing it - not observing
it's then and it's sudden
caught in a pure moment
unexpected - aroused
significant, intoxicating
him ..............Wow
By Me
Friday, June 24, 2011
when i am not me
just lines to be read
lifted from a page
it's then i am free
it's then i can be
anyone, anybody
or just not me
self conscious - aware
let mellow to bare
what conjures below
rises to the air
a place in make believe
a place to become...
to be what u want it to be....
By Me
lifted from a page
it's then i am free
it's then i can be
anyone, anybody
or just not me
self conscious - aware
let mellow to bare
what conjures below
rises to the air
a place in make believe
a place to become...
to be what u want it to be....
By Me
Monday, April 18, 2011
Is it me your looking for
Lazy Sundays, a sleep in until whenever, sunny day bbq or a driving adventure, come to think of it - What is it that you are looking for.
A romantic dinner for two, a glass of wine or more, having laughs or chatting down to the core – do you even know what you are looking for?
A modern day Jane Austen, a sure thing, a quick fling or a just never go there kind of ‘ing’ – whatever it is – are you sure you know what you are looking for?
Pealing back the layers, finding out what’s inside, knowing and taking your time – is that the person you are looking for.
High energy plus, taking life by the scruff, making the most of every moment, climbing mountains until your stuffed – is that what you are looking for?
Have you any idea, do you really even care, or can you be bothered, or have you not even thought - about what it is that you are looking for?
A crazy path of twist and turns, experiences that burn, the thought has you churning - are you even game enough to think about the kind of person you may be looking for?
Rose Petals
Immersed in a body of rose petals I sway side to side the water taking the petals like a raft in the sea; they rise and fall upon my skin like the water crashes to the shore. They are drawn and pulled from me as the water grabs them back and the scent of roses fills my breath. A cocktail of pinks, red and white; colour my eyes and all I see is artistry at work.
By Me
Sunday, April 17, 2011
In this one moment
I float in the water under the night sky with the stars and the full moon, it’s warm – just laying, relaxed, alone and miles from anywhere and anyone I float and let the water take me. My eyes close and the peace of the moment is upon me, I am in the now and the present and it’s gold. Energised by the moon as it glows above my skin I am replenished inside and out, white rushes through my body and I am cleansed and all that exists is just new – mind, body & soul.
By Me
By Me
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