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Be impeccable

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How you treat people reflects on you

So rember to be kind honourable and true

Conduct yourself impeccably well

Speak works so positive that others can tell

You are a spiritual being rooted in light and love

Kind and compassionate sent from the stars above.

Consciously aware

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Consciously aware

I stand and stare

Saying and doing

Things others won’t dare

I speak from the heart

Trying to play my part

In changing the the thought processes of the world

Into myself I always delve

I reside in my conscious reality

In my luminescent soul

I seek for my faith and belief

As my heart pounds with passion

And my mind remains still

I find the power of being existential

I put out in poetry my credentials

Take me or leave me

It’s all differential

I am the type I guess you can like or not

I am not being arrogant

But does that matter one jot

I can only be me, authentically

Write my own words of originality

Very few quotes or other people’s words flow through my poetry

I like to keep my style eclectic you see

So if anybody chooses to throw stuff at me

It bounces off me because consciously

I know this is generated from what the ignorantly perceive to be me

But in truth it is fantasy not based within reality

I use my pen like a brush to paint a masterpiece

Through my minds eye and imaginary

I base myself in love and truth

And I hope to bring light shining brightly to you

To inspire, to motivate, to raise you up

And to create a connection of both light, peace and live.

Body show

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Sex sells and women use their bodies

Curvy images in a selfie snap

A few deep words but the men ain’t reading

Fixated by the breasts and butt’s that they are seeing

At least until the moments passed

But how long while the body image last?

But it get followers and likes fast

And that’s all they require and all they ask

For validation that they’re worthy

Which in its self is a farce

Because they need to know they are worthy and capable of more

Is all they want is to be adored

Now I ain’t judging no one I just believe they’re worth more

Then an object of sex for men and what’s more

It all just promotes the wrong ideas and truth

That women were put here to pleasure mens mood

This is a archaic and wrong attitude

And subjucating women is simply rude

And women shouldn’t do what men want them to do

Even if the are sexy as well as beautiful.

Blog life

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My blog is on a slight downward spiral

But I stand strong and keep it viral

Things tend to go in troughs and peaks

I just have to hang in there and see

Whether the time for this blog is up for me

New job has made things harder

Meant that it’s made me more tired

Maybe it’s reflected in what I write

And often I mostly can only at night

Instead if through the day like I used to do

Many familiar faces seem to have got list too on this journey I am on

But I guess that’s the normal way

I will keep on blogging and see if things change

But maybe it’s time to find something new

Blogging is like life it can leave you cinfused

And can go from being abundant to barely seen

Maybe I need to develop other dreams.

Hometown streets

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My hometown streets seem so old

Run down buildings like me becoming old

Grey metropolis shadows everywhere

If I didn’t know these streets I’d be scared

Desperate lonely homeless people living on the street

Cheap fast food outlets to sate peoples needs

Shouts and screams and the sound of sirens

Cars passing by wither lights on

Its raining and murky which reflects this sad place

Even the park where the kids play and skate

Have been taken over by drugs and crime

This is a terrible reflection and a sign of the times

That society here has become so bleak

Young kids out last on the street wreaking havoc

When did things go so wrong

Any kind of hope seems to be forlorn.

My dream for tomorrow

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I dream of mother nature growing freely

And big cities slowly receding

As man learns balance with earth

As we stop exploiting and start to nurture

As we stop driving animals to extinction

Humanity finally achieves distinction

And evolves into a higher race

And we live in more equality driven states

It may seem far fetched but we have to learn

This planet is not our to destroy and burn

And being worthy guardians is a status that must be earned

And of our ignorance we have to learn

That’s it’s holding us back

If we want a future for our children they deserve

Inheriting a rich and abundant earth

With nature and different species carefully and lovingly preserved.

Grasping the light

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I grasped the light

In both my hands

I felt the energy

And tried to understand

The power and love

That resonated through

I felt the power as it grew

And grasped the destiny

Along with passion

The create a visionary interaction

With creation and the universe

Filling us with much satisfaction

That we are connected

With everything that is

That this is our very reason

For us to exist.

Excitement in life

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She was tired of work and it’s mundanity

Sat in her office she felt there must be more

Her husband and kids took her for granted

She wished for maybe just a little excitement

But it was just another day in the office.

Just then her boss entered a smiled

Why the sad face has someone died

She smiled and explained how she felt

Spoke of the cards she had been dealt

He sat on the edge of her desk

Pushed back her hair from her face

Then looked down her top at her breast

And made no attempt to hide this

And spoke of how inviting and tempting they looked

And said often we he saw what he wanted he never hesitated

He just simply took

And what he saw now he wanted a lot

And once he made up his mind he would not be stopped

She felt her body tremble under her gaze

She felt her defences as they melted away

She felt so vulnerable, she felt so meek

Is this the excitement that she felt that she needs

In her blouse and her short tight skirt her body ached

To be used to be taken to be touched in everyway

She felt her knees part like he obeyed

His words were now penetrating her being

As he asked what her husband would say

Seeing her knees parted and splayed

Awaiting the moment for him to come and play

He touched her slowly feeling his way

Between the soft material that held him at bay

From what he wanted to feel

And her fidelity he wanted to steal

She felt powerless and the material moisten

In this moment it was about to happen

But a knock on the door shut it all down

And her boss left her office

With an angry frown

And she buzzed like electric that was the excitement she needed

And felt the flush through her body

And knew she had acceded to the power of lust

And it may happen again

And was powerless to stop it and now was ready to play

With any temptations that may come her way.

Nuzzling your skin

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I nuzzle your skin

And the seduction begins

I feel your body relax to my touch,

I am kissing your neck

My hands start to caress

And I can feel you writhing against me

I whisper into your ear

The things you want to hear

What I intend to do now to you

And your body complies

As the passions rise

And our bodies become entwined

And as we begin to kiss

And we move in synchronicity

I hear sounds on love emanating between your lips

And I feel your yearning

And your body burning

As your breath gets rapid and shallow,

Then our bodies rise and fall

Then we give it our all

As we peak in a moment ethereal

In a love that seems so celestial

As you surrender your body to me

We give way to sensuality.

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I am sorry….

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I am sorry

Do you misunderstand my story

Do you think your perception of me makes me worry

Did you misunderstand and take my kindness as weakness

Did you think you could consign me to the bleakness

Of self doubt and self loathing

And did you think me weak

Did you take the words of love and peace

Of which I always speak

As a chin in my armour and that I am easily silenced

Do you believe that because I oppose all violence

That somehow some way that makes me a soft target

I will show you my strength so that you wish you had not started

I was going about my life happily enough

Sharing words of light and love

Talking about environmental issues and truth

While watching the moon and stars sitting on the roof

Gazing at the universe looking for the proof

That would show that we are energy beings

And that is the truth

In my conscious reality

And striving for impeccable words

I try to tune into the frequencies that many have never heard

The frequency of the cosmic symphony

That lifts us up to transcendancy

Now if this offends you in any way

That’s a problem you created within your own tale

See we are all authors of our own stories

I am to write mine based on spiritual glory

If you wish to waste your time of fruitless deeds

Like attacking and trying to start a fight against me

Well I am sorry to dis appoint you but I won’t rise to that

I don’t want your toxicity you can have that back

And go back to your vicious little habitat

Because I won’t change or go away because of you

Because there issue nothing in which you portray me as resonates as truth

And those who know me will back up this fact

And you’ll end up on the wrong end of this aftermath

Of waging a campaign to silence me

You cannot cage a spirit that is wild and free

So you can never hope to end me

Because I am rooted in my love and in my passionate self belief.