Skim

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You didn’t see the blemishes, You didn’t feel the bumps

The bristles, the lumps

You skim your tongue over me

As if I were made of milk

Lapping at silk

All the parts I hated

Berated over the years

Have disappeared.

Your fingers

Your lips

Are smoothing me over

Like a brand new shape

A perfect sculpture

And I’m beginning to think

I’m not all that bad

I’m beginning to think..

(c) Slumpless

 

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Moving On

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Revenge is a dish best served unaware

When you really don’t care

When you have moved on

But they suddenly realise they haven’t.

(C) Slumpless

Umbrella

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Today I spilled right out of my skin

My blood ran over and over

Full of wonderful life

I wanted you all to know what it was like

To look at wind the same way as I do

To see the swirling leaves dance especially for me.

I think I entered a wormhole on my own

Because everyone else was quite forlorn

And when I danced in the rain

They put up their umbrellas.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

 

Tease

“Tease the light.” He said

Let it in but not to stay.

Allow its brightness, momentary rest in your eyes.

Too long and you will turn blind.

Too long and it will burn the irises of your soul.

“Tease the light” he said.

It comes from a million miles away

To brighten up your day.

But there are black holes out there and if you stare too long into space.

They’ll eat up your face.

(C) Slumpless

Ethereal Life

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I’m preparing for the next world

My dreams tell me so.

The worlds to which I travel

Unravel me.

Night by night I move closer to the light.

Or is it dark?

Which is better?

I have always preferred dusk.

There are seas of souls floating in misty lakes

People I’ve never met.

Waiting.

I will be a new person soon

I will get another start.

Did I mess up this life I wonder?

Did I sleep through it all ?

Some of us were made to dream

Some to plough soil.

Don’t blame me for the ethereal life

Although I try not to blame myself.

In the next one I won’t.

In the next one I will try to remember my original sin

Do we carry the memories through instinct? Gut feeling?

I hope so.

At least then I might have the inner strength of all the ‘me’s’ before.

Each life I live or have lived will propel me through those mists to the better body

The better life.

I hope I don’t forget my struggles.

I hope I’m kinder.

At least I will get  to be a child again.

But I’ll miss this.

I hope your skin on mine will feel the same next time around.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

 

It’s all been done before.

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I’m chronically in love with you.

” Every step you take, every move you make..”

Oh wait it’s all been done before?

Well this love hasn’t.

My love for you is a thumbprint.

My love for you is like the word that rhymes with orange.

No no not that it doesn’t exist!

Silly.

It’s sporange ( look it up- I  did)

My love for you is like sniffing glue ( I imagine)

It’s hit me in the face like that game. You know … Pie face.

Full throttle to the gob. Exciting. Funny. Runny.

I love you till the cows come home and get milked. Over and over.

Everyday.

I will love you after I sag  and before I rot

I will love you in the next world and all the worlds after.

It’s all been done before?

Yep. again and again and again.

Forever. Foralways. For me.

(To JJ)

(c) Slumpless

 

 

 

 

 

Circle

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I’m calling for a revolution

And it starts in your own circle

In you own sphere.

With those that you hold dear.

Or did.

Try with them. Try your best

Let old follies and rages rest.

Hold out your hand in peace

Let your own battle cease.

These small wars. These small rages

Blot you life with blackened pages.

But when you look to bigger wars

You can’t understand the cause

It’s hard to see a reason

Why murder and violence mark every season.

But look at your life.

Examine your soul

Let the mending begin at home.

This revolution can be small

And might feel no good at all

But I promise you that if you all take part

The vibes of progress will really start

To spread outwards from its core

And overlap more and more

And soon your circle will be the world

And your tiny voice will have been heard.

(c) Slumpless