Sister Simone

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Rhythm of Life

Your cooling hands seem as though they were designed to soothe my burning fingertips; your sensual lips seem forever destined to question and then strengthen my purpose; your flat belly reflects the inner calm we both feel when pressed together; your beating heart keeps time with mine while the melody of life goes on forever. Just feeling you close beneath my skin, like an extra layer between me and the world, helps me feel protected from uncertainty. I know my footsteps, though it will take time, I am on the journey of my lifeline.

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Move gently forward past doubts

There will sometimes be doubts and temptations, confusions where the clear path lays ahead... When you wish for hope and understanding, some people question your intentions, try to test your resolve... Often this is simply because they want something more, looking for a deeper connection with you, but you feel how you feel for them because that’s the level you were intended to attain there... It’s with the one true one that you were meant to achieve sensual nirvana, realising all you can be and elevating them to that plain too... Where all before seems like a desert of calm, an ocean of indifference lies between this and thus, recognise your true calling of time spent between us then allow yourself to fall in love without question... If on occasion you wake from the dream, startled by your sense of falling, close your eyes and dare to dream you are flying, swimming in the very air, defying gravity, living forever in a day x

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Upset the apple cart

Why be upset with the apple tree because it doesn’t grow bananas? Maybe if you weren’t so upset you’d discover a banana-flavoured apple yet? Truth is what we make it, find the beauty given in all things x

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Red and Blue Spectrum of Love

Firing the blood, bursting bright red stars, out in deep blue space, Shining the light, hiding your feelings in plain sight, blushing your cheeks, And all the colours inbetween, are rainbow waves of passion, spreading out across your lonely beach, And every tone and hue, is just a subtlety of nature, parading beauty for me to see the one for me, Flashing your tail-feathers, butterfly-wings, attracting the one you want most perfectly, every part of everything, is guiding the stars into heaven, placing us where we most want to be x

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Weave Love

Receive Love, Spread Love.... It's a heartbeat, a pulse, taking in blood, giving out blood, a cleansing moment, a kiss on the forehead, a wishing well, eureka moment, orgasm of love, Bliss X

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Ascension

Between you, me and god, nobody’s business but ours, in my soul is divine kisses offered to heaven. Let no-one else see the spark, and the glow and the warmth, where shadows of light reverse the aging of night. Whatever the time, whatever the day, I’m open to love in every way, but I’m closed to all others like a book with an ending, your chapters are written and my soul ascending.

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Yolk of the Soul

Tiredness reveals the cracks in everything, but beneath the cracks the light shines through; no matter how broken the whole heart is, there’s love in the yolk of the soul. Memories offer resistance to change, but I’m willing to take steps to arrange my life like a map on the steering wheel, so you can decide on the course that we shape. Fear hesitates between breaths, dares you to keep the love in your chest; but between pumping blood and your stresses, I let out a sigh when you return your caresses. Love reassures and settles the nerves, as I’m learning everyday how to satisfy you; just be myself to the fullest of my being, improve my health, heart and well-being. Uncertainty is nothing new, it finds its way in to the sole of your shoe, though it can cause discomfort, it can be shaken loose, it’s just a drop in an ocean of blues.

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Shake, Rattle and Roll

Your crazy heart beats faster with premonitions of disaster, but I can tame it real slow when I tell you that I love you. As Jerry Lee runs across the keys, his fingers streaming sunlight through the leaves, and your head keeps beating time with me, I’m reminded of the godliness in everything. There’s painted sunsets redder than your lips, where brushes mixed colours betwixt strokes, isolating rainbow arcs to reflect the sky, blood rushing to the black of my eyes. I am intoxicated on water and wine, walking the line between hell and divine, but you keep my balance, help me place my feet, tightrope walking to the horizon of love.

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Offer of Love

New love hangs from the tree fully ripened, waiting to be picked and bitten, juicy to the mind; in all aspects it is beauty, rounded, whole, succulent, worthy of the lips that taste it, ready to give its fruit; and yet it is offered to just one pair of lips, for one savouring kiss, for one love to be bliss. For that is the beauty of love, to give yourself totally to the one you choose, knowing that they will never fully take you but leave you ready to take them back, to share the move, to seek out approval, to be equal with and to, to offer supporting arms and balance in all things... So I take your fruit and kiss it, whilst offering mine too; these are our leaves and branches entwined, though our roots were apart our futures are aligned; we can reach to the stars for our truth is designed to realise all that our minds have imagined. Whatever will be will be, and I will always allow you to be free in all things, whilst I dream of you forever in my arms. This is my offer of love to you, and I dare to dream myself worthy and true, in all ways, body, mind and soul x

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Strengthening the Heartbeat

There will be time for words when the sleeping giant needs rousing, but now I have to stir my own body into action, negotiate the moat and scale the battlements, climb down deep into the dungeons and resurrect my heart. I was loving purely, but those that feared to fully embrace love back and that can damage a man’s resolve; somehow he can forget to love himself, to doubt the very gift that he offers, to look inside his hands and see only failure; it’s a wonder I still proffered love at all... So now I must feed it poison that stimulates a heart to cough; for within the lie the truth resides, in all things love will out; and so behold beauty espied and shone a torch through corridors of my mind, that lit my way through this crazed maze, until I found myself again behind my own eyes, seeing as though for the first time. And you were the torch, the light, the heat, you showed me myself when I’d almost given up, defeated, you helped to slay my doubts and conquer all my fears; so now I must prepare my body for the war of love, and steel my mind in the fire of knowledge, and ready my soul for the truth to be spoken; for I am determined to leave this place whole and ready to be heard, to stir the masses from their slumber, to prepare the way for love... If I have one message it is this: hear my heartbeat it is strong, I intend to strengthen it further still and offer it eternally to one x

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Bettering Myself

Sometimes we can doubt ourselves and the promises we’ve made, whether we can live up to the expectation and hope, fulfilling all our destinies; but please don’t question my intentions, I’m a sure arrow ever since my birth, pursuing love without a single curve, heading strong for all I’m worth, devoted to what I’m feeling. And love is trying to give what is wanted: so to myself, the universe and you, I now try to be the best I can be in body, mind and spirit; expect that hope will be delivered; understand that love is winning through.

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True to your Very Nature

Teacher teaching me new, all that I’d ever thought asserted reassured I was right about absolute truths, but all that I’d feared was inverted, till doubts started disappearing and I wore my skin like a golden cloak of pride. Aren’t we all worth believing in? Be yourself to the best of your abilities, whatever you are and hang the consequences in a gallery of grotesques and founds, I’m going to be one of the stick-arounds. See me now and really feel me, know that I am all I am Love x

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Girl Questioning

Exactly how long is a tear? and where do your measure it from? the corner of your eye, down your cheek to the edge of your lips where you taste salty dreams? Is it loss, or love of loss that causes us to cry? Is it love, or loss of love that tends to them to dry? Dabbing eyes with corners of cloth and wiping cheeks down; reminding ourselves that the moon’s just a hollow balloon put there to please us, to reflect light by Jesus, by Jingo and Jove. How can we hurt if love didn’t exist? Why fear the bite when we long for the kiss? Now calm yourself and sweetly tiptoe to bed,, there’s thoughts to be watered and dreams to be fed. Settle your heart and rest weary head, blessed be your soul for all that you’ve said... Swift hope restored and energy refreshed, know you’re always adored and ever treasured xxx

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For a Dreamgirl

Today I took control of my self for the first time, and recognised my destiny; and can see how confidence is always a trick, fooling the heart that doubt ever exists. No need, just be, be you yourself and believe, all that you want live your dreams... Tomorrow I will show myself as fit for a cause, respect my body and value my warmth, pursue my aims like dominoes falling inevitably leading to heart family and home; championing love through the arcs of the ages in words, thought and deed; conversing with angels and spreading the seeds... scattering beauty like confetti for a bridal queen x

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Refusing to be Blind

The powerful elite seem to hop from one victory through defeat as though impervious to any blame or responsibility; they take their millions invested in armaments and reset up shop, funded by corrupt governments coerced into justifying war...

and they flourish, as new terrors keep us suspecting our neighbours at home and not questioning who most benefits from this; as old wounds keep resurfacing as though history really matters when no-one individual should actually care less whose flag’s flying as they struggle for a hand-out...

and they branch out, into security firms, unrestrained by state controls; into infrastructure firms, building new hospitals and roads along privatisation lines rather than nationally owned; into fuel and water supplies being siphoned off by big energy giants setting their own prices; into pharmaceuticals, administering their own brands to sick and injured casualties who can barely afford to live; into GM foods designed to eradicate all competition yet twice as costly to grow and with known side-effects. Now they’re allowing multinationals to run schools as though they should decide how our children see the world.

But resistance is happening, for you cannot silence truth, it’ll shame you in the end into confessionals and conscientious objections.

War is a tool to divide us and conquer, we can only stop it by refusing to join up; refusing to build arms; refusing to work for global corporations that fail to hold an ethical stance; refusing to vote for major political parties that are in on the deals; refusing to ignore the wheels within wheels any longer; refusing to be blind.

Time to stop bankrolling the banks...

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Waking up to Renewed Truth

While the waves rock the cradle, and our minds remain undimmed, we see all life as it is truly meant to be: we perceive the synaesthesia of colours, form and shape, from every sight, scent, sense and sound our understanding’s realised; we see the trails of time leading from the past and on off ahead; we see through the veils to how universes overlap, and how all possibilities have dimensions, and how all thoughts create space.

Yet our infant mind could not fathom why and looked to our parents for direction, and them to theirs and so on; but somehow in separating ourselves from nature with over-civilising industry and agriculture, and in losing the direct value of things in pursuit of money, we have forgotten the point and purpose of these perceptions and so in turn have dropped them; perhaps even encouraged to by craven likenesses of goOd and the machinations of state controlled religion and church; and so our ancestors’ children learnt not to focus on skills that society and culture deemed less worthwhile, till we have all but forgotten how and most important why.

Now meditative states of contemplation, induced by hypnotic trance or psychedelic drugs, have allowed some echoes of these abilities; though you may dismiss as hallucinations and may doubt these clarifications, science is slowly recognising waking up to renewed truth.

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From the Book of Revelations

Listening to my true love's heartbeat, and hearing it slow right down each time I told her how much I loved her, is the most beautiful experience I have ever had... they were in the end sounding and feeling like little kisses being blown to me x The big-bang is a breathing moment, a kiss of life, a pump of blood, and will keep happening indefinitely x