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Simple

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Once upon a time in a deep and darken land

There was a world full of creatures of plants, seas and sands

Simple was their custom, growth everyday

But just a little little, balance, wind, sun and rain

Season would come and go live and die again

The continuum was simple, refresh with weather friend

But as time did pass the world did go around

Around, around, around she went, spinning up and down

And all those simple creatures their thoughts grew and grew

They forgot about the simple, forgot about the true

Heads grew bigger bigger they could could not hold them all

Their questions needed answers the ‘W’s started to call

Who, What, When and Why Became the masters call

and simple changed her outlook, confusion came to call

‘We must know everything, everything and all,

we must store it here and here open to all.

For if we all think the same our unity complete, 

no contrast, no argument no-one can compete.

We will all be the same, be part of a global plan,

one culture, one brotherhood, one….’

And so with that it did grow, material did rise, 

melting down nature, turning grey skies.

And with the ‘W’s 

he did feed the ants again.

On empty minds he filled them up, filled to the brim

He filled them up, he filled again,

again, again he poured, again, again, again, again,

‘Stop, Stop, Stop No more!’

But now the access into the mind was clear,

a never ending flow, a reminder of natures river.

It rained knowledge and answers to all the questions asked

But holding simple numbers could not now be tasked,

So Mirrors he brought in, mirrors to help them see,

but mirrors only gave reflections of who they were promised to be.

‘I am tired’ they called, but supplements they stored

‘Leave me alone’ they cried, ’Shhhhh, you’ll survive’

Simple was lost and forgotten, simple could not see,

blinded by the lights and stuffed with wants and needs.

The promise of greater things, but left with nothing less

Simple started to look, but found no heartbeat in her chest.

Cos Capitalist did capitalise on capitalistic things and Capitalist did promise, he promised everything.

Seeds

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Cracked open with thought and logic

Experimenting with natures profit 

Clean thoughts and understanding we look behind masks, new perspective drive forward. 

See better in someone else or see them humble you, grace disgraced 

See scars on those that you love, cursed by some independent spell

Never fully understood or made to scare, buried deep down

Natures prophet curse the spin, but built inside you clarity win. 

But not shared loved, or expressed as we know just a simple feeling bodies glow. 

But use it must to give more to all independent is not nature. 

A Little More

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Can you squeeze a little more out of what you have or do, or do you just replace it with something new.

With all the fun there is to be had can you live forever true.

But when you have sucked it all away the glass is empty, just buy a little something else to pick a new energy.

But it is true to say that if, you wait till it is dry there will be nothing left to inspire your inner eye.

So pack away the things you own and throw away the key, keep your eyes wide awake for the world’s simplicity.

Squeeze away, suck out the fun, drain all that it is there, please yourself, burn everyone, but don’t come crying when it is bare.

For the choice is yours, to drain to buy, the newest of the knew, the world has all the answers for all your questions true.

But remember when all is said and done to listen to yourself, ask yourself the question were you sheep or something else?

Between

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Filled up with sounds noises from people with a passion for loud. To hear their own voices lining the net to trawl all the water to gain some respect. 

To drown all the feelings that they have inside to walk the same line to know your beside.

Joined to the masses the majority rules no space for magic, no time for the crude, but I ask you this can you remember the last, time you and sat and stare at the sky watch all the clouds just pass you by.

Sit there and sit there and feel the wave the wave of silence fill the divide. The space between all your thoughts these are the spaces we never were taught. 

So open your eyes and hope you have dust on your wings to help your life spin. 

Love

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What is love? To hold a hand when no one else will.

To reach out when all has been ignored, to bend to ways long forgotten or to change someone for worse.

To live with all the broken promises, to let the lies be believed. To forget about your misinterpretations, to kneel in front and offer peace.

To let be and not ask questions of the future, to analyse all actions gone, to breathe in new opportunities, let the passion die and move on.

To hold and care when all is broken, to give time and space to change the way. To sing and dance and smile and cuddle or stand back and give grace.

It will never always be the same and old passions twist the mind. But at one moment it is exciting, and love will always be blind.

The Boat

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Let me be… let me be, let me travel from land to sea, why oh why d’you put me here, this land around is full of fear.

The sea is where free energy flows, the water is, all I know.

Let me float with wind and tide, let me escape these humans who have no eyes,

No eyes to see what’s wrong, no freedom to feel their inner song, to shout out loud, to feel their soul, they just dig and dig inside their hole.

But when they realise they are in too deep, the sides to climb are just too steep.

So please release me from this tree and let me feel the water, surround me.

Rich

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When do you know you are rich? Is it the zero’s in your bank, the glitter on your finger or the husband on your arm?

The kindness in your heart, the children who adore you or the simple smile of a stranger. When do you know you are happy? Your ambition fulfilled, credited by those who you admire. Change someones opinion to your own or simply filled with good food and wine.

Is it when you have nothing but can still smile, to follow the lord and feel good about every action you take, to hate and to love again, to forgive another’s greatest sin.

Who knows and who cares in actual fact, each person will pursue their own track. But Rich is nature all around, dew crystals on cobwebs and a physical touch, a kiss from someone you love oh so much.

To stand in front of a dirty wall, with dirty feet and problems so so tall, but worry not the pressure you have to bear and smile to yourself with judgement fair.

Run

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It all happens so quickly, you are lost in your own mind, with your own thoughts and things just happen around you. You make up your own narrative and run from one ’emergency’ to the next. Each conversation, each thought is so ‘important’ it is hard to stop.

I tried hard to pause, to think clearly, rationally and tried to normalise some of the situations, but in the end thoughts led to more thoughts and continued to be complex. So I continued to run, continued to make everything complicated, till it all stopped and I wrote it down.

‘There was a world where once I stood, chasing all the things that i knew i could, I would fight and fight with all my might until everything ahead of me was perfect, was just right. But then sometimes those things I thought were good would fade away again and again alone I stood, promises of things so out of my reach teased and tempt me daring me to believe, but in the end nothing would be left and I would struggle for my next breath.

The trap built by thoughts and lonesome minds to find the weak and waste their time. I turned to them and said goodbye and now I’m free to find a true high. Sometimes if you grasp what you want too tight, you might suffocate what makes it right. So let’s not talk of promises and future plans, let’s take the present tenderly in our hands, softly softly until it can grow, watered by laughter, smiles and, well you know. Your heart has been broken, life not your friend, but you will be free, released from your prison and your heart will mend. Your hello hello, your bouncy bounce, your sexy bum, your angry frown, all I know now and it is true, you’re the sexiest girl I ever knew.’