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— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) February 15, 2025
is now just a database
of daily mind games
Valentine's Day has just passed in my world...
Valentine's Day has just passed
in my world
and your birthday
could have been Monday
in my world
I seem to fall for fractured love
tarnished minds
hearts that have lost a regular rhythm
and blind souls
I ignore that darkness
and only see
I guess
what I long to see
the art
the creative spirit
lurking somewhere inside
sadly
unbridled drinking and gambling
slowly squash a love that could have been
one-sided giving and supporting
in the name of love
seeing the good behind the facade
can be a bad thing
if it peels away an identity
peels the identity back to a raw innocence
riddled with excuses and
misguided determination to carry on
in the name of love
three fishermen in my life
who relentlessly kept fishing
and I let them bait me
one side of me says I should have passed on by
the other side says
perhaps your spirit is best
with the spark
of another spirit
however briefly lingering
that connecting spark may be
music
art
a wise mind
that is your real joy
your real love
Valentine's Day has just passed
in my world
and still I cannot ignore
my final awakening
my third and final fisherman
your birthday
could have been Monday
P.S. - NOTE TO SELF
Never be a Charmian Clift to a George Johnston
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Jonathan Muncy Storm...
the waiting may
culminate in
a sad kind of happiness
too late to progress
but never too late to just be
and eventually you realise
that real love
is an intangible understanding
mating
mind and spirit
a postscript thought
I am quite skilled
quite experienced in
being stubborn
I have hope
always hope
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