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Tigeress Of A Circus

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He was her saviour
He rescued her when she was but a cub
Now he rescues her from her dreams
Whipping wisdom in her back,
Dreams too big, crack too loud
The world is watching
He had to please the crowd.

He blows his whistle
She jumps the hoop
Runs through fire
Every night
Her roars sending a chill
Through everyone’s spine
A well-choreographed performance
For the crowd.

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My Vow To You

I am too old
To wish for miracles
But that’s ok
I am old enough to
Not need them anymore too.
I know this now
No prince charming comes
No fairy godmother appears,
What you get is
Flawed human beings
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Lone Warrior​

When you are a warrior
You don’t shy away from battles
You learn to wear your battle scars
As medals, as glorious tales of victory
There is honour in battles
Even you die a martyr.

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She Is Nature

She is nature
The soft gentle breeze
The very air you breathe
And the drought, the hurricane
Wiping good and evil
All the same.

Destruction without
Discrimination
Like she nurtures
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Force Of Nature

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Delicate hands
A feeble frame
Dreams too heavy for
Her shapely shoulders
And a penchant
For running into
Troubles and turmoil.

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The Sorceress

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She casts a spell with her heady scent,
leaves you lingering on words wondering what she meant.
Beautiful scars on a delicate frame,
But far from something you can claim or tame.
She is madness wrapped in gorgeous flesh,
Sorcery swirls at the hem of her dress.
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She Was A Kite Adrift

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She was a kite adrift,
She wanted to keep moving,
There was no place
She really wanted to go or be.
Her eyes were searching for something
But what, she couldn’t see.

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Coming Home To you

Writing letters to home

This morning I woke up So full of joy
Yet feeling so light, almost weightless,
Flowing in the air unmoored from the floor
like a feather or pollen or music or perfume.
Surrounded by chaos and precariousness
Yet so perfectly at peace
At the thought of seeing you soon,
At the thought of returning home to you.

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Farewell Sweet Shelter

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You have a beautiful heart

And you let me in.

No, doubt it was very generous of you,

But I can’t stay unless you let me own it.

I need to own all of it, all the rooms and all the walls,

All the closets and all the skeletons in them,

And every beat of your heart.

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