Category: Rhyming

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Voice it (expletive content)

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I thought I had my voice, for 30 years I was at least sure of that..  However until recently I didn’t quite realise how much I was holding back..

When laughing I remember my full volume coming out, a few loud cackles until I stopped the sound with self doubt..

I guess on the rare occasion my full expression maybe heard, but not during those frequent times when I was too scared to say if I was stressed or disturbed..

Thinking I’m not worthy of voicing my discomfort, thinking I’m just sensitive, and these nuances I should simply put up with..

From the rat race demanding we all go at the same space and pace, to bankers and politicians who make this country a disgrace..

A higher rent, than most can earn; maybe if more of us find our voices, the tables will turn?!

I’m not too sure if this is more of a female thing, worrying about what others will think.. What will they think about my expression so raw??. But I’m in deep need to stop suppressing this roaaarr!

“Better out than in” is what I keep imagining, yet so far from where I had been living..

I’m angry as fuck.  Fuck fuck fuck!  I’m not that human who simply puts up..

The method to release this madness, hmmm where to begin.   Maybe throw caution into the wind..

Still, I don’t know, how to let it go; how to get more in line with MY voice and my flow..  Mindful movement is where I shall start, mindful not to just use the head but also the heart..

From holding back, the lesson I’ve learnt, express how you feel and the less you’ll get burnt!

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WTF Can I do?..?

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WTF can I do?..

When I see her less than 20 dressed in dominatrix and pulling off a solvent for kicks..

Him so scared that he bullies the old man by-standing, playing out previous abuses that still traumatise him..

Her now not with us, at 14 gang raped and led to a life doomed by her druggy escape..

Him defecating and throwing it all over his room, I have no idea the emotional or physical disturbances to him that’s been done..

 

How can we shine a light on this?

Because really our children growing up like this takes more than the piss!

But the truth is it doesn’t start with the kids, it might have been their family man who endured a similar kind of kicks..

Kicks of another, playing out the poison they too were made to endure..

 

Cycles coming into fruition.  To do SOMETHING I make it my mission.

But how?

I can’t be a bystander and watch,

Imagine it was you or me at the hand of an evil touch..

 

Wouldn’t you want someone to help?

Help in breaking the cycles from an in humane hell..

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Flow

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There’s something I feel is repressing,

Something trying to limit my expressing..

But in yoga my words can flow, like there’s no limits above or below;

When I try to structure my sentence for basic instruction,

That’s where I meet with my ugly obstruction..

 

I love to dance with the rhythm of each sound,

Finding it can be quite profound..

To express ones own uniqueness, showing of ourselves simply our best;

Rather than working to always be so concise,

My brain bores quickly trying make speech overly precise..

 

I live in colour,

What’s the point in anything other?..

Everything in my world seems more bright, each time I give up this outward internal fight..

If one could simply express without fear or feeling disturbed,

Perhaps my communications would be less perturbed?..

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Everyday Learning

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Everyday I’m feeling, is everyday I’m learning

Everyday I’m judging, is everyday I’m expanding my compassion

Everyday I’m expanding, I need to recognise What these feelings mean..

Everyday I’m feeling scared, loved, hateful, joyous, alone or connected

Everyday I’m experiencing life to the best of my intention

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Suppressing Expressing

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I can’t stand to look at their faces,

Avoid absorbing all the pain out in these places.

 

Why do they have to look like that?

I wonder why that guy is so fat?

That girl is well skinny, more like a rake.

O yes and she’s another covered in fake.

Why’s that guy’s face so red, and her eyes all black?

I’m not sure what their doing to make themselves look like that..

 

What are they eating?  What are they wearing?

What on Earth is it that they’re hearing?

 

Why everyday do I go out of my way

To suppress what I feel someone must say?

Why are you unhappy?  Why are you so sad?

There’s not an ounce in you that can be all that bad..

 

Your body may be heavy but your eyes still seem bright;

Please now reconsider this ridiculous fight.

The fight with yourself and the fight with your heart;

Do you not realise that you can’t live apart?

Your heart knows the truth, it’s easy you’ll see;

Let down your guard to who it’s urging you to be.

 

What we give we get back,

It is as easy as that.

Dominate, control,  and selfish greed;

Lusting after unnecessary ‘need’;

Give out sh*t, and that’s all we see.

Completely missing how amazing life can be..

 

 

Peace, Love, Shine

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Breaking out of my box

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All this rage keeps welling up inside of me;

longing, desiring, KNOWING I am to be FREE.

Drag myself out of bed, stumble into the door,

Stick on some coffee, But still I need more.

 

So I stretch, bend, shaking out the sleep from last night,

And all those days, months, years, decades where they’ve made us fight..

“Be better than him, do more than her.

You’re going to need more money that one can occur!”

 

Force feed, watching the clock;

Wanted to be mindful here and not just fill up,

Over filling, compensating,

For the love that seems to just keep hating –

 

Hating the job, the rat race commute,

No body to hear my major dispute.

All day sitting in that chair,

The state of my body leading me into despair..

Everyone obey, with orderly strife.

Still winding up no closer to life.

 

Wanting to contribute to the world, dying to help;

These tools at my finger tips but no time while playing in this hell.

The duty -doody, the job we need to have to pay each bill

Doody = the crap that just makes me unwell.

I want to contribute, I really want to help,

But I know now, this must start with myself.

 

What is the gift I really need to receive?

What is the thing which can only be given by me?

I feel the peace we can all achieve,

Without everyday having to grieve.

Grieve for the love that we need not deceive,

Grieve for places we hope we can see.

 

Tension, anger, fear and doubt;

Is this what life is really about??

I’m not buying into that sh*t anymore,

Life is EXCITING, and it’s knocking at the door!

 

Expanding and living, feeling the love from within.

Stop wasting, instead tasting,

The the kind of world you want your family in.

 

Tune in, get livin’

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