I breathed in, trod gently and never took for granted the treasures I have. How the land underfoot carries me, without charge nor question. In return I respect what I’ve been given. The oceans of nature, the sunshine on my skin. I understood the difference between necessity and greed and although I’ve had blinkered moments I still see the outcome of doing the right thing. 

If I could go back I’d change the few regrets I have, but I think having those keeps perspective on my fragility. Sometimes it’s a good thing to understand that invinciblity is for comic books. Flaws and insecurities keep us human.  

The branches scratch against my windows, a constant reminder of nature and humanity colliding. Kinder paths are needed to survive this world. Anarchy in the gentlest of hands is a beautiful pairing. How someone who sees beyond the repetition of a tv screen can possibly save the world. The best lessons in life are those we teach ourselves, learning the wonder of what we have before it’s gone. 

I’m not alone. 

It would be the cruelest thing to do. For me to kiss his skin and imagine that he’s you. To feel his fingertips while I’m still aching for your lips. So I don’t. 

I stand clear, like a frightened child.  I close my eyes and  see you still driving me wild. Every glance I decline.  Every word is a thrill down my spine. So I don’t. 

I’ve been drilling at this rock for far too long. Trying to say how I feel through the lyrics of a song, but it’s all here. Loud and clear. 

There’s love and atonement in these lines. Let it be a testament to everything that shines. Or shone, there is no right or wrong.  

As you go don’t erase someone who lit up all your days. From conversations to that first kiss, be thankful you know bliss. 

A whole year has passed since those first sparks. They still run through me your iridescent watermarks. 

Yesterday a poet stole my heart. Reached right inside my chest and ripped it clean apart. 

Yesterday a poet touched my soul. Walked right through me and left me less than whole. 

Yesterday a poet filled my mind. With spite and bitterness and everything unkind. 

Yesterday a poet kissed my lips. Took away my peaceful smile with the sweetest fingertips. 

Today a poet wrote these lines. Moving along so cautiously in search of peaceful times. 

Picturesque like a work of art. My eyes follow the lines knowing I should stop before I start. 

Distracted by a distraction and the invite in your eyes. Poetically yours down on all fours, caught up in this disguise. 

Is it ever more than a walk with a stranger, the taste of something new. A long list  of mistakes to wipe your mouth with when you’re through. 

A shout will always drown out a whisper, but it’s the quiet that stays with you when the echoes inevitably die. 

Finished.
Good night. 

I’m quite lost in thought lately. Words are muddled and not as straightforward as I’d like. Ups and downs in decision making. Part of me wants grab propositions with both hands, but I’m treading so carefully. Words I want to say don’t roll from my tongue as easily now, but I have so many beautiful, passionate things to say. Maybe I’m not feeling it. It’s definitely an insight into my emotional attachment to people / situations. Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe it’ll stop me from making mistakes. Or maybe it’s numbness. 

I guess things take time…like a good tattoo. No point in ink that bleeds out. Better deep than superficial scarring. 

I think that’s the start of something right there.  

The dermis is very stable which is why ink becomes permanent when  that layer is penetrated. 

I was thinking about poetry at work today. I’m not keen on all poetry, I guess it’s in the eye of the beholder. Abstract doesn’t really appeal to me. It’s too simple. Words thrown at a page and only the writer can decipher them. 

I’ve got too much to say and sometimes there is nothing to be said. I find that line a difficult one. I could talk about everything and nothing, even I get sick of my voice. 
I’m tired and it’s another early start tomorrow. So…. I’ll leave it there. Neither too little nor too much. 
Good night.