Claustrophobia Cure

love bird clothed in white within the bubbling sea of colour and sound
olive branch shaped smile floatin on a smoke filled cloud

rest

a sense of justice to the silence gives calm to reasoning
a punding heart is the only force pushing me back towards movement

like the calm after the storm

wearing white to attract the dove
love is the message and the massage after the work-out

allocating a word
arranging the words along the lines
organising the lines into a body of text



allocating a feeling
arranging the feelings along the lines
organising the lines into a body of character

Stars Pt 3.

http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=star
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=star

"Pisces: Your week ahead: It begins when we are tiny children. Well meaning adults try to teach us boundaries and limits. They show us what we can and cannot do. Yet, somehow, somewhere in that process, we end up feeling as though our lives will always be full of restrictions that we have no option other than to accept. Then, when faced with real, positive opportunities, we walk away from them feeling that they are somehow naughty or dangerous. Watch for that syndrome this week. Jupiter's opposition to Mars is giving you a real reason to show courage and determination... and to expect success when you dare to be different."

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Know No Know

Forgive me and Tell me Sir

What are these made of?:

Shampoo (stings the eyes)
Bass (moves)
Silk (comforts)
Love (hurts)

Too many Teachers spoil the Cook

After thought.

So much of what you know is what you know.
How much is what you actually feel?

Even my button is aching from being pushed so hard

no one else is Me
so i guess I should treat Me
like a negative

The Stars

What's the plan? Lay on the floor and stare at them stuck to my wall? Read 'em in the newspapers and pretend they know me? Bash my head against the bed and watch 'em circling like bullies? Let 'em tell me what's most important on todays To-Do list (maybe I'll get some work done)? Drape them over my limbs and rename myself Miss Fire Arms? Eat them raw? Pick them, dry them, allow them to nourish my skin or take a walk outside, look into the night sky and see 'em shootin' up?

miss south london 2005

Peace In the world
I want world peace

Love forever runs through my veins
Is it any wonder I see through rose tinted eyes?

If i could recreate the stuff that I visualise

I'd be Fixed or Broken

Even the fly on the screen thinks it's weird

Deal with the matter in hand

Mine's a Malboro and a Stabilo Sensor with a camera in front reflecting my vices

I remember when I would just say No.

Sail Free on Rocky Waves

A fish out of water swimming through the skies a hook in its lip and no vision of the fisherman's line

Silent Space Voyager

Call me Long Gone Silver

tongue tied to my heart-strings
noosed on top of a hill
hung from the poet tree
hungover

cheers

Downing shots
reborn as a dutch girl
with courage wasted
on a few drunken words

space to breathe

in out in out in out
rise and fall rise and fall rise and fall

vocal dischord scores this script

a scream from the lip caused by a chip on the shoulder

left by the weight of the memory filled holdall

cos i lie long lean

soul hanging out

messy hair

face pretty bare

i no longer lie

she's let herself go has a new meaning

day-dreaming smiles

and deep breathing

unspoken speaks louder then words

when clocks tick

toxic is ink

the space in between the lines is where true voice lies

dot-to-dot face

Fortunes from freckles

Patterns/Systems/Order

History of Constellations

the belly's the window to the soul

mine's grumbling

(that's why we eat salad in summer)