You imbibe your associations. Those people you closely connect with ... the conversations you have... all profoundly influence your thinking and actions. You slowly become the sum of the people closest to you. Choose them wisely...

It is from the overflow of our cup that we give off our best to others.

I'd rather sip the waters of Lethe yet they ask.

It may very well be said that my very best work, remained in my head!

You will be taken for granted.
You may be hurt to your very core,
and still be asked to give a little more!

They secretly scoff as you slip,
losing your dignity and integrity,
and again as you stumble,
you drop your degrees and pedigree!

I love listening to the sound of your heart beating, the comforting memory of a cuddling womb.

I AM crazy and bold enough to think that I CAN change the world.... one heart at a time.

While you lay dreaming,
I hear you sleep,
and slowly start counting
little lost sheep.
But I'd rather you snore,
than be no more!

I am a Woman!
I have learnt to live with being Sore!
And I have leaked my soreness
into my prayers pure.
For I have carried the soreness
of this ancient Dirge,
But my soreness has formed a chrysalis...
And a Tiger Butterfly is about to emerge!

(Excerpt from the poem: 'You are a Woman! You must learn to live with being Sore!).

I love listening to the sound of your heart beating,
the comforting memory of a cuddling womb.

And I pondered this curiously crazy life and the things I failed to grasp as a girl but thought I understood now as a softer, wiser woman I thought about life and death… I thought about tonight's dinner menu too.

Aloof?

Aloof you say?
I'm so sorry if I made you feel that way.

It's really not my intention,
Though the reaction is of my own invention.

You see, long ago I built a wall,
A defence mechanism as I recall.

So for me to grow close, is still very hard,
After losing that important trust card.

We cannot give to others what is lacking within us.

Poetry is intimacy between poet and reader. It's revealing your truth and feeling safe acceptance in the unveiling.

Lost in a Quatrain -- the state of being deep in thought, contemplative.

In order to grow, we need to know ourselves. To understand what triggers certain behaviour, we need to identify the root cause.

May every being not just learn but MASTER the language of Tolerance, Peace and Love.

And I pondered this curiously crazy life
and the things I failed to grasp as a girl
but thought I understood now
as a softer , wiser woman
I thought about life and death...
I thought about tonight's dinner menu too.

The best thing about being a writer is having the capacity to touch the heart of another being with your words.