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New Paper

New Paper signifies new beginnings in my life. Not that every day isn't a new day, but it's obvious to me that a new chapter has begun and I need new paper.

 

Life My Own

Calling Back The Woman

Our Own Moon

Aunt Vada

Life My Own (Jul 04)

I have run

Through kingdom come

I have seen

The worlds between

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What I learned

Goes beyond words

What I feel

Has been revealed

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The life in me

Will ever be

A life to grow

A life my own.

Calling Back The Woman (Sep 04)

The woman often propagates the rubbish heaped upon her

She toils long and longs for men who often look beyond her

She sacrifices many precious rights now freely given

To satisfy the wanton needs of men who leave her wanting.

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It’s time to call her back into the life that she was born with

Repel the monster mindset and the men who drain her thoughtless

It’s time to use her knowledge, here and now, and for her own sake

Let the men of cock and egos find their own way out of darkness.

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She cannot be a sacrifice for man and his dissension

She cannot be a doormat, or a slave to be degraded

The world cannot be long without her strength unto its axis

The only be that can, is she, herself, her true dimension.

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The condescending cowards with their crises will distract her

She has to guard her wits, rebuild her soul and her foundation

Her true inherent nature is the power men are craving

Their egos keep repeating, “Use it, benefit, then break her.”

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The power of a woman brings a clear and deeper wisdom

And solutions for humanity that men cannot decipher

The days are gone for women as a source of entertainment

It’s time to call them back into the knowledge of their greatness.

Our Own Moon (Feb 05)

Love gave us a moon

And lit the sky with sunrise colour

It rapt us in a gala wind

And swept us into glory 

Enchantment keeps the world away

Enamour fills our passions

As we joyfully unravel

All our senses for romancing 

We lark upon our moon

Amidst a carousel of kisses

With nothing more to guide us

Than the depth of iris wonder 

I’m staid in time abandon

With my thoughts escaping freely

As you cause my heart to echo

With the wishes of your whispers 

A long-forgotten beauty

Seeks your tenor and caresses

In the days you can’t be near me

I luxuriate in memories 

It could be that I’ve known you

Every day of every lifetime

That you cause my soul to blossom

In a cosmic bougainvillea

Love gave us a moon

It knew our hearts and where to take them

There’s nothing more I cherish

Than the love that we romance in.

Aunt Vada (Dec 06)

Aunt Vada liked to chat
It’s an entertaining fact
She liked to talk on the phone
When she was sitting home alone

That’s the most she could do
As it was often hard to move
Just to hear from her kin
Brought a smile from within

Not much to clean and cook
But the romance in her books
Gave her freedom from the pain
For a while…and who could blame?

When you stopped for lunch or tea
She would fuss enough for three
And she always kept you close
It meant “I’ll miss you when you go”

She would praise up her girls
Those grandchildren of hers
And the son she so missed
Even I was on that list

She saw the blessings you see
In her fine family
She placed them high on a steeple
“The best kind of people”

That’s the jest of our chats
About life, this and that
And the ones we hold dear
We could talk off an ear

Now our chats have changed
To mental musings in the day
They keep the memories of those times
In this proud heart alive.