Broken

I saw your picture, your reflection, your likeness & even though I know youI barely recognise you

Even though I am you

I don't see who you are

Who you're meant to be

Are you me?
I'm lost for a word

An adequate word or two

The shards are laden with

Pain and confusion

There's no love in it

No purpose for the

Drudge of every day
To exhale and be awakened

Is just a dream

So out of reach

Miles from here

In another realm

I must confess

It's  all a mess

things that make u go hmmmm....

Things that make you go mmmmmm.....

it's one of those things that makes 
the body ache in ways only known 
in the process of exhale

it's a sense in broken sleep
that his hands are enabling
a path to moments unsated 

it's a deep groaning 
in the stomach that hungers
for  chances to over indulge

it's the realisation that
falling into pulchritudinous fits like bare skin and cashmere

*catch my breath - try to leave, caught my eye..no reprieve!*

~Ange x

Upper Room

I built a moat around myself

so that you can't take me by surprise

if you turn up I have time to prepare

for  battle or to escape

If you try to swim across beware

of the crocs for they protect me 

jealously and if you don't 'smell' right

they will know before I do

the draw bridge will not crush you

unless it detects a sinister intent

so you better be bold or plain genuine

if you do make it to the door

..... then the rest is up to me

please don't expect too much

too soon though

as my generous heart is cautious

and can take no more chances

it now knows it is worthy of nothing

but all things rich and pure

and I guard it ferociously so 

please only apply within

my meekness is my strength

another sacrifice to great end

I honour me and I honour you in saying so

for I am the richest woman you will ever know

with more than any pretentious dollar value

I afford myself the luxury of careful selection

never again throwing my pearls to swine

Love is not love unless it is reflected back

shared and added to

so I will never accept anything 

that does not want to be given

I establish a foundation
so unshakable 

that it can handle the storms

~Ange x

as easily as the raucous parties of life

I pray the storms are few

and the parties are numerous

reckless abandon can only be fully 

enjoyed if properly accommodated

for you will be my home

just as I your shelter

and so, I suppose, it does just come down to this.....the simplest desire to ROCK the planet in connection with another....maybe I am human after all dear friends! ;)   No comments please! xoxoxo

*convoluted, she saluted a way forward through the wastelands*

for Britt Lapthorne and her family

Britt Lapthorne was a beautiful young lady living her dreams and looking forward to a bright future. She was effervescent and excited about life and, by all accounts, gave so much of herself. It is unspeakably tragic to know that she has had her brief  life snatched away!!  It is in these moments that we think of our loved ones and 'absent friends' and ponder the meaning of life. Our hearts overflow with sadness and sympathy for those left behind, and indeed, our hearts, thoughts and prayers go out to Britt's family, friends and all who encountered her vitality and enthusiasm. I did not have the privelege, but I relate to the spark this young lady had for life, and the love she showed so many. I dedicate this to Britt and her family and all those out there crippled under the weight of grief and tragedy. My prayer is that we edge closer everyday to illuminating the world in a way that rids it of the darkness that robs us so frequently. That task, my friends, falls firmly at our feet when we climb out of bed in the morning. Wanna be a world changer? Awesome, let's go for IT & do our bit!!! xoxoxox and yes....aku sayang kamu my lovelies!! 

beautiful lady

swept along in lifes' day

that echoed the promise

of dreams as she lay

under the foreign sky

knowing it was shared

pondering it's meaning

at the sparkle she stared

she thought of  a future

set before her a spree

infused with such passion

so whimsical and free

Ambrosial

she can feel spring

not just in the air but

in her limbs

a deep breath

signals the start of

boundless energy

for within her fibres

lurk bouncing merkels

sparking for the ambrosial embrace 

of love

Yes! anticipating

a time yearned by many

they are not alone

in their sweet pursuit

for the kaelideoscope

in that mystical mind

no need to check twice

for the owner already knows

her way around the

vast corridors of

countless abandoned buildings

*she strolls politely through the recesses of his mind to gather some delicacies for later *