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A red firey eye opens
Then another
And began to spread its gaze
Around its surroundings
It grunted a few times
Then opened its jaws
And yawned
Exposing the rotten tongue
Within its wide
And cavernous mouth
Gazing at a reflection
It thought itself
A fine looking beast
Another entered the cave
Carefully, and cautiously
Addressed the beast
"Mister President!"
"You gotta move out soon!"
The President eyed this intruder
With annoyance, and contempt
Then decided to eat him
"that's what us insects do, right?"
"Yes mister President" said a fly on the wall
by Jemia
It's now gone four in the morning
The dreams will offer no warning
Ghosts from the distant past
The clouds in my head, shall remain overcast
My visions only proffer things bleak
Seemingly seconds, have become a week
Time now accelerating, to the speed of light
As night becomes day, and day becomes twilight
How quickly time vanishes, whilst i lay on my bed
At the blink of an eye, i'll one day soon, wake up dead
As with horror, i'll find ive aged twenty years
And they'll be no-one at my funeral, to shed any tears
As all my writings, will be casually cast aside, and into the abyss
As i join it, a nightmare of a life, gone all amiss
by Jemia
Tomorrow
I shall time travel
Into the future
For about six months
But i wont be alone
As everyone around me
Will join me
In this temporary twilight zone
I hope i remember
To wear different socks
As we all add one hour
To our various clocks
This Summertime
The living, is unlikely to be easy
Tick tock

by Jemia
Trying to imagine
As i lie in my bed
Of hearing bombs exploding
Or them landing on my head

And the fear
That courses deep inside
You've got nowhere to go
And nowhere to hide

You're running out
Of food, and water
But your biggest fear
Is for your son, or daughter

You're feeling overwhelmed
And underfed
And wondering if
You'll get a bullet in the head

Yet only four weeks ago
None of this was real
You were doing your everyday things
And eating your everyday meal

But now
You have fallen through a crack into hell
Where will it end
No-one can tell

You pinch yourself
As you hope it's a dream
But it isn't the pain
That makes you scream

You just want it all to end
Right now, right this minute
And wish for peace, and normality
To become something that's infinite

FIN?

by Jemia
If i were to die today
With my life
In such disarray
At least now
I have
If nothing else
Lived as long as i have
Not sure how
Or why
Maybe my purpose
Will be revealed
After ive left
This mortal coil
Perhaps pigs may fly?
In the meantime
I shall remain
Floating
Seemingly aimlessly
Like a petal
Caught on a wind of chance
Always present
But never quite here

by Jemia
Like a ghost
Unseen
Unheard
Perhaps absurd
The only time
It's no crime
I get seen
Like an unseen beauty queen
My features
Etched in charcoal
On ****** white paper
Wearing just my skin
Perhaps
One day
When artists portray me
I'll be invisible
An empty page
Not a wise old sage
And one day soon
Perhaps
I will no longer
Cast a reflection
In my old dusty mirror
Nor a shadow
In the sun
My silhouette gone
As i become
Completely invisible
Perhaps the last year
Has been
No more than a dream
I have been to many, many places
Yet strangely
Never, ever, seen

by Jemia
I sense tears
In the ether
A quiet sobbing
As if the planet itself
Is quietly weeping
At the rhetoric
Of the gathering
Of the clans
Making their plans
To further delay
Of the necessary changes
As late as possible
Rather than the logical option
To start acting right now
Time is of the essence
They are likely
To put of until tomorrow
What needs doing today
One action
Speaks louder
Than a thousand words
But all we get
Are empty promises
What is wrong with these people?

by Jemia
I aspire to be an eagle
But glad i'm not the snake
And settle for stinging myself
As i lie here wide awake

The snakes are sly, and slippery
Whilst the eagles soar high above
The scorpio scorpion that i am
Dreams of an intensive love

by Jemia
How quickly time
Evaporates
Like early morning mist
On dewy meadows
As silvery dewdrops
Fall freshly
From fading frozen webs
As they shrink
And dissipate
Into the ether
Of an ethereal world
Sweet as sugar
And as smooth as chocolate

by Jemia
What is a jacket potato
Without a jacket?
Or a pea
Without a pod?
Or a cow, without an udder
It's a bull you silly sod!
Or milk without
A milk float
Or tiddlies
Without a wink
Or a candle
Without a wick
Or two short  planks
That aren't particularly thick!
Is misnomer
A female gnome
And why can't  guinea pigs
Neither grunt, nor fly?
And how can there be
Elephants in a room
Without an elephant in sight
And never seen a bull in a china shop
Or a dead Dodo, goodnight!

by Jemia
Oh, to be a dog
And not an analogue#
To sit all day, and lick your own bits
chewing on a bone, but not your ****

by Jemia
I'm a little concerned
Due to the total lack
Of social distancing
In my dream world
Furthermore
That the same is occurring
During Astral Projection
And on Parallel Worlds!
today has been an upside down sort of day. i'd planned to go to the gym twice this week, as i missed last week, and i was umming and ahhing, but finally got a taxi there. got there and Tim at the gym said i was due my review, all done on the treadmill at 3 different speeds at 2 mins on each to measure my heart rate, and ask me how difficult i found it on ap scale from 6 (easy easy) - 17 (call me a doctor "you're a doctor!" aka Help!) original scores were 6-11-17! todays 6-6-6! a devilishly good result! but no horns appearing just yet.....i then hopped (crawled) onto my winged chariot (number 26 bus) and returned to my faraway realm (hastings) went on a wander to ye olde town, and bravely wandered into a dragons lair (tea room/bar/eatery) twas then that i espied a message from the gods (text from my daughter) yaye verily a disaster had occurred, a tsunami had nearly swept her and her prince away when they had ventured to cleanse their hempen wear (got their washing out from the washing machine!) basically the ****** thing is up the creek. i spent an hour googling 'cures' trying them out, and receiving timely reminders of my frozen shoulder, as i had to  contort myself into various positions (my time studying the Kama Sutra finally serving a purpose!) with no happy result, but such was the intimacy with my washing machine, we've decided we should marry in the morn! looking for a wet weekend somewhere nice, my head is in a spin, unlike the ****** washing machine aka fiancee!🙂🦋🦄💕

by Jemia
Soft velvety violet skies
Float by jaded emerald eyes
Nature, russet in hue
Now shivered in anticipation, long overdue
Cold comfort was offered from the sun
As a cool zephyr had already begun
Clouds now bulging and overladen
Wept in silence
A soft pitter patter
Became a torrential downpour
Jaded emerald eyes
Turned red with tears
Fair-skinned, and faint hearted
Wept, with avalaching sorrow
Her thoughts, lingered like shadows
Silhouetted by the setting sun
As spiders weave webs of intrigue
That now glisten, in the moistening air
Whilst hope was lost
In the twinkling echoes of a dying star
A deafening white noise
Breaks the empty silence
The mute muse
Tortured and alone
Could only dance in solitude
Of pirouetting pity
An aching heart
And shattered dreams
A voice now choked in silent reminiscence
As jaded emerald eyes still wept
A poetic voice
Now lay in silence
She would write no more........
first, let me make it clear
Before i commence my word forage
There were no bears in this
Nor any porridge!

After i dilated
For about the 500th time
Fairly routinely
Twas never sublime

I entered the bathroom
For my usual shower
To water my petals
Like a flower

When i stepped into the shower
Ouch! it was to hot
I added cold water
Then it was to cold
After further adjustments
It was just right
Well
I was a little bare!

by Jemia
I'm hoping that someone will adopt me
That will easily get totally smitten
I'll warm your laps, and purr alot
And act just like a kitten

Also, i don't go hunting wildlife
And i am afraid of dogs
I'm also very well house trained
I am the cleanest of mogs

I keep my claws unsharpened
I have no tail, like a Manx
Feed me plenty of Salmon
I'll meow an eternity of thanks

I never rub my *** on the carpet
Nor bury my poo on the lawn
But may spend all night mating
From dusk, right through, till dawn

So i'm looking for someone to adopt me
And accept me for who i am
A philosophical furball coughing *****
I purr, there fur, i Siam!
by Jemia
i'm very creative, i am, i am
i'm very creative, i am
i'm as creative, as a puppy in a pram
if you don't believe me, just ask Pam!
by Jemia
Seems like Putin
Has put in
Got everyone
Over a barrel
There is
No fuel
Like
An old fuel.......

by Jemia
People, have become like ghosts
Unseen, and invisible
Drifting off into the ether
Unlikely to see, or speak to
Until i communicate to saddened strangers
Or see, at the end of next week
Where i'll exist briefly
In the company of artists
Perhaps
It's the looming
Fruit moon
Where i become
Moonishly,, and mawkishly,maudlin
Alone with my thoughts
As i'll never adjust to this being
A single  lonely singularity
no wonder it's called SAD

by Jemia
Last night, sadly
A close companion of mine
Became a companion no more
As they first leaked, on my chair
Then on the floor
Now, no longer
Shall we snuggle up in bed
Now my companion, is sadly dead
So i was wondering
If any of my friends here
Would like to take my ex companions place
Someone warm, to snuggle up with
That wont leak
And available
Seven days per week
Someone to have
And someone to hold
Someone that is never, never, never cold
And a similar size
As my last hot water bottle
Not to fussed, what colour you are
Green, purple pink....
Any offers?
Killing Time

when i awoke

or upon awakening

all i could hear

was the clock

tick tock tick tock

its slow and steady beat

whisking me

into the future

forever ageing

but then

time stopped still

mostly because i set upon it with a sledgehammer

that stopped the ******!

by Jemia
Something i miss
Is the bliss
Of a soft and sensuous kiss

That tingle of delight
Feels so right
As gentle as a flicker of candlelight

The soft sensuality
A beautiful reality
As you share your lips with me
***
Ive got frilly ones
lily ones
  and downright silly ones

Holey ones
moley ones
  and cheeky holy moley ones

Pink ones, blue ones
and not to
  misconstrue ones

Purple ones
white ones
  and some to give a fright ones

Red ones
in bed ones
  and some on my head ones! (don't ask!)

After a few quick flickers
i counted 35 pairs of knickers
  (some have still got their stickers)

And why are they called a pair?
when there is only one knicker there
  it's not like socks.....

by Jemia
that moment when your love life is on recharge...
Moth-eaten knickers
Melted chocolate snickers
Holey socks, and ruffled hair
A ramshackle room, and a soul to bare
It's somewhat ironic
That i'm quite good
At unravelling
Quite complicated knots
And solving puzzles
Both physical, and theoretical
Yet i seem unable
To tidy up my flat

by Jemia
I was once
Both a Scottish Laird
And a Lady of the lakes
Due to a mishap at birth
Well, we all make mistakes!

Ive now changed my name to Nessie
I'm a lairdy lady of lakes, and lochs
I now curtsy, with a bow
Wearing sometimes cutey kilts, and mini frocks

In my early years, i tossed the caber
And had my highland flings
But my heart, and soul weren't in it
During my time, as a changeling!

by Jemia
When i was younger
(So much younger than today)
I used to have
Lashings, and lashings
Of lashes
My sister sometimes
Used to tease me
At my **** girly eyelashes
Fifty years later
After forty five years
Of smoking spliffs
My pretty little eyelashes
Got burnt away
Now barely with a quiff
I can only mutter
About lashes
That no longer flutter

by Jemia
That brief moment
When you look up
And see
You're own neck
Spouting blood
Just after that intimate moment
With Madam Guillotine
And you
Like a candle flickering in the wind
Are hit
With the sudden realization
That this is it
You are no more
Than that
Of a headless chicken
Then you realise
In a micro second
That's the wrong analogy
Else it would be your head
Running round in circles
And for some strange reason
With your last
And dying breath
You laugh!

by Jemia
We had our boat at the ready, we named it LEAF
And were pushing it out, onto the river
Ready then to scramble aboard
It's hard work being an Ant!
by Jemia
Been training some Leporidae
To run
Fast
Pretty Hare racing stuff!
by Jemia
Jaffa Cake farts
You've been tango'd
But not last,
In a Parisian way
Orangey aromas
Don't require diplomas
Fruity by degrees
Let them eat cake...

by Jemia
Life!
I am no more than a speck
A minuscule particle
Floating through
The infinity of time
And space
If reincarnation
Is a reality
Or merely theoretical
Then on average
If i lived for 64 years
in every lifetime
Since Earth began 4.5 billion years ago
I would of lived, 70,312,500 times!
And in that time, how much:
Food eaten = tonnes!
Sleep = @ 6 hours per night = 1,125,000,000 years
Wees etc = oceans!
*** = a multiple of multiple *******!
Farts = climate changing
Distance walked = @ 1,000 minimum miles per year
Total = 4,921,875,000,000 miles
Equivalent to walking round the planet
196,875,000 (197 million times!)
Just when i thought i'd lost my
'get up , and go'
Ive been there, and gone!
But, probably only changed gender
During any one of my 70 million lifetimes
Once!
by Jemia
A year of fear
Where it lay in your head
That you could soon be dead
And that in a short space of time
You could become a victim of a virus crime
Like so many others
A dread to suffer
In a year 130 million caught it
In a year, 3 million bought it
The lockdown has ruled supreme
Stir crazy solitude, to make us scream
****** if you do, and ****** if you don't
****** if you will, and ****** if you won't
Some respite is given by the beaming sun
Vaccines eventually, hopefully, will have this virus on the run
The long tunnel, has a glimmer of light at its end
And one day, not so far away, we can hug a friend
Hopefully with a fancy, at a whim, and a kindness of fate
Us singularities, will maybe have a date?
by Jemia
Imagine the weirdest collection of dreams you've ever had. Then imagine those dreams, were dreams, within dreams, within dreams. Then discovering  that you are not the one dreaming these dreams, but merely one of the characters, within these dreams, of dreams, and that we are all no more than bit players within the most complex dream, being dreamt, by just one dreamer, and that this dreamers dream, although seemingly billions years old, as it includes all the known science of the universe, and it's theoretical beginnings of time, where time and space become completely distorted, and disturbed fabric of infinity, and that within this chaotic tapestry, that the dreamer, is still within its mothers womb, and that the whole sequence, of all the dreams so far, have not as yet been born, and this is all a mere blip of one elongated thought, of this unborn child. then a sudden, stark realisation, comes into your head, that you belief, that you are that unborn child, and at that moment, the dream suddenly stops suddenly, and everything vanishes, just at the point you are born. You are so freaked out at this, you start screaming, as you don't understand, or can't possibly comprehend, what's happened to you, and you cannot formulate words to describe this. but at your birth, you see millions of seemingly identical ungendered entities, swimming around you, and for some unknown reason, you are all swimming for your lifes, but none of you knows why, and you all find yourselves trapped within some kind of weird flexible bubble, wondering how this space can expand, yet go nowhere. you then become aware, that all around you are dying in their masses, and you feel as though this dream, if that's what it is, is about to come to an end, and that just at this point, you hear a loud booming noise, or voice uttering these words of infinite wisdom " Glad we used a ******!"
At this point, at the end of your existence, you wonder if this is part of the dream in itself, as all the dreams, and events within these dreams, don't add up, as the sequence of events don't bind together, but is this because it's a dream, and therefore divorced from reality, whatever that may be. then you go full circle, as you realise, that all you've just dreamt, is still within the framework, of another dream of dreams, and that this goes on indefinitely, as you find yourself seemingly reincarnated into another series of dreams. Wondering, if you'll ever wake up, and if you do awaken, whether it's all part od a waking dream, of a waking dream, of a waking dream, and whatever realities you encounter, you never quite know, if they are real, or only real in that particular moment, of that particular reality. Answers on a postcard please! that is if you can understand in whichever dreamworld your in, whether they have postcards, or indeed answers. so you decide to go back to sleep, then realise you already are asleep, and that you only dreamt you were awake. If you exclude all possibilities, what is left, must be the truth. Unfortunately, how can truth be defined within a dream, wherein lie multiple possibilities, of what the truth really is, amongst multiple existences, within multiple dreams, within dreams. I often hope and wish, that dreams that are nice and romantic, happy, or ******, would have a happy end, but it's almost inevitable, you waken just when things are seemingly picking up momentum, and you wake up feeling a little cheated, or it turns somehow into a nightmare, like the dreamworld team were deliberately luring you into a false sense of security, or hope, or love, or passion. an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. you awaken again, although you may only be waking from one dream within a dream, and go for a ***, and the sweet dream, trickles away into the toilet, and that nice dream is now lost, and did you actually go for a ***? or was that in the dream, and your body telling you, you need to ***, as the dream changes course again? sweet dreams!
by Jemia
after only 3 1/2 hours sleep, i woke up to this, this morning, something ive dreamt up.....
Life Is But A Dream

Imagine the weirdest collection of dreams you've ever had. Then imagine those dreams, were dreams, within dreams, within dreams. Then discovering  that you are not the one dreaming these dreams, but merely one of the characters, within these dreams, of dreams, and that we are all no more than bit players within the most complex dream, being dreamt, by just one dreamer, and that this dreamers dream, although seemingly billions years old, as it includes all the known science of the universe, and it's theoretical beginnings of time, where time and space become completely distorted, and disturbed fabric of infinity, and that within this chaotic tapestry, that the dreamer, is still within its mothers womb, and that the whole sequence, of all the dreams so far, have not as yet been born, and this is all a mere blip of one elongated thought, of this unborn child. then a sudden, stark realisation, comes into your head, that you belief, that you are that unborn child, and at that moment, the dream suddenly stops suddenly, and everything vanishes, just at the point you are born. You are so freaked out at this, you start screaming, as you don't understand, or can't possibly comprehend, what's happened to you, and you cannot formulate words to describe this. but at your birth, you see millions of seemingly identical ungendered entities, swimming around you, and for some unknown reason, you are all swimming for your lifes, but none of you knows why, and you all find yourselves trapped within some kind of weird flexible bubble, wondering how this space can expand, yet go nowhere. you then become aware, that all around you are dying in their masses, and you feel as though this dream, if that's what it is, is about to come to an end, and that just at this point, you hear a loud booming noise, or voice uttering these words of infinite wisdom " Glad we used a ******!"
At this point, at the end of your existence, you wonder if this is part of the dream in itself, as all the dreams, and events within these dreams, don't add up, as the sequence of events don't bind together, but is this because it's a dream, and therefore divorced from reality, whatever that may be. then you go full circle, as you realise, that all you've just dreamt, is still within the framework, of another dream of dreams, and that this goes on indefinitely, as you find yourself seemingly reincarnated into another series of dreams. Wondering, if you'll ever wake up, and if you do awaken, whether it's all part od a waking dream, of a waking dream, of a waking dream, and whatever realities you encounter, you never quite know, if they are real, or only real in that particular moment, of that particular reality. Answers on a postcard please! that is if you can understand in whichever dreamworld your in, whether they have postcards, or indeed answers. so you decide to go back to sleep, then realise you already are asleep, and that you only dreamt you were awake. If you exclude all possibilities, what is left, must be the truth. Unfortunately, how can truth be defined within a dream, wherein lie multiple possibilities, of what the truth really is, amongst multiple existences, within multiple dreams, within dreams. I often hope and wish, that dreams that are nice and romantic, happy, or ******, would have a happy end, but it's almost inevitable, you waken just when things are seemingly picking up momentum, and you wake up feeling a little cheated, or it turns somehow into a nightmare, like the dreamworld team were deliberately luring you into a false sense of security, or hope, or love, or passion. an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. you awaken again, although you may only be waking from one dream within a dream, and go for a ***, and the sweet dream, trickles away into the toilet, and that nice dream is now lost, and did you actually go for a ***? or was that in the dream, and your body telling you, you need to ***, as the dream changes course again? sweet dreams!
by Jemia 🦋💕😏
Clair De Lune
Light of the Moon
Under which lies,a place of magical enchantment
As the land of Fae, dance, and play

Wolves howl, as creatures of the night prowl
Treading softly, as a strange tranquility
And alluring essence
Captures this curious beauty

The mind drifts off, as oft it drifts
To a far flung world
As the gentle effervescent glow of the moon
Leaves a strange secret sparkle, hidden within the eyes

Thoughts transcend, never end
That ripple, through curious imaginings
As a different world unfurls
where girls will be boys, and boys will be girls

As moths madly pirouette, in this deepening glow
Lost in a frantic madness
As the immitation of the moonlight
Of lanterns, offer a ghostly attraction

Sweet sister moon, you agitate the mind
And move everything on your twin
Yet offer, and proffer, a strange tranquility
Ive loved you since my birth
by Jemia
Lip-Sync
Our soft moistened lips
Brush gently upon each other
Tantalising tingles, teased
And tormented
In raptures of pleasure
We drink each others
Nectar
It drips of our lips
As we gorge, upon the gorgeous
Exquisite sweetness
Savouring the sensual honey
On our eager tongues
Delighting in the succulence
As we feast upon each other
We now oil ourselves
As we writhe around like fish
Our lips then cherish
The most delightful dish
We move face to face
And thus embrace
As our tongues
like snakes
Swirl, and twirl
Around, and around
As we taste
The salty nectar
Of ourselves
The whole world now
Feels captivatingly profound

by Jemia
Words
Floating around
Inside my cider
Mirrored reflections
To quaff
A berry haze
Of memories
Distorted echoes
Like runic symbols
Coated in a pale blood
Indistinct
Chaotic
Beautifully mesmorised
And as sublime
As time

by Jemia
During the temporary power cut
When i was alone
In my candlelit room
Watching the dancing shadows
Flitter, and flicker
Whilst listening to my wind up radio
And my ponderous thoughts
There was a sense of something
That felt truly romantic
And magical in my solitude
A time for fairies, goblins
Pixies, and dragons
Of talk of the infinities
Of time, and space
And to let the imagination
Drift, and freely wander
Into the ether, and recesses
Of my inner thoughts
And creativities
A vibrancy, and sensuality
That would of been complete
Had i had company
To share these imaginings with
As we together
Ventured
Into the ethereal mists
And liquid thoughts
Of this strange new world

by Jemia
March, seems to be
For marching
March is now mar-red
March has an arch
For those that marched
That now lay dead
And in the arch of March
Lies an arc
That blazes
Into the night sky
The fire from rockets
Soaring high
Landing on those
About to die
March was once known
For Ides, and boxing hares
Seems it can be a violent month
March is losing its charm
For those that really care

by Jemia
I don't understand
As an empath
When the world
Seems to demand wars
(To settle old scores?)
Rebellions, and riots
Fighting for peace
White flags
Are seen as a weakness
Or cowardice
Putting flowers
Down the barrel of a gun
Not much fun
when they shoot you
The politicians
Of all persuations
Stir up the rage
And frustrations
The media, are no better
Adding cherry-picked toxins
To their headline letter
Fuelling the poisonous soup
From which we all sip
Religions rarely get a grip
I'm more fearful, and concerned
Of this pandemic of hate
Than of any viruses
Abuse, racism, Lgbtq+ phobia
******, mayhem, and ******
Ironic
That Mars is referred to
As the planet of war...
by Jemia
So now, we're under lockdown again
Choice of virus, or going insane
Talk to myself, as no-one else left
Of human physical contact, i'm now bereft

I speak to people, on Microsoft, and Zoom
aAs they wander like ghosts, into my room
So not entirely isolated, As you see
But nobody to chat with, over a nice cup of tea

I'm like a grain of sand, on an empty beach
Floating in a universe, not able to reach
And the only people, iv'e seen around
Are these masked aliens, headed for town

And in their eyes, behind their face
The look of fear, and sadness, in an empty place
It's like living, in an obscure surreal dream
As nothing is any longer, quite what it seems

As the silence returns, we all turn mute
And there's not much around, other than political dispute
I await, for this ****** virus to end
So we'll eventually meet up, with much beloved friends
Crowded beaches
Crowded protestations
Crowded roads
Crowded shops
Clouded logic
Everything has a sequel (ask Hollywood)
Including viruses (ask Leicester)
I'm sure the pharmaceuticals
Will make a killing
Out of a cure
there is a hollowness
seeping into my soul
an emptiness
a profound feeling of loss
a deep deep black hole
an empty crying void
a chasm, an abyss
a crushed heart
unbearable, and broken
my heart now bleeds
leaking like tears
blood
that also
runs through your veins
as does the blood
of your mother
Lost?

It was lost
Many, many, many, moons ago
The stars
Seemingly
Still forming
In the night sky
And i tried
I really tried
To remember
What it was
That i had lost
But now
Was no more
Than a distant echo
Drifting into deep space
I still live in hope
That one fine day
That i may
Rediscover
The missing essential
We can all live in hope
That'll teach me
That if one day
I should rediscover
The plot
Then i'd hope that
That i will never, ever
Lose the plot again

by Jemia
One early misty morning
Down a lonely country walk
I nearly came face, to face
With a slightly crazed looking
Young bullock
I took flight over a fence
And climbed part way up
A small tree
Clinging on for dear life
Watching
As the bullock
First kicked up some earth
Then roared, and bellowed madly
Whilst rearing up
But thankfully
Charged away from me
And after a short while
It's bellows were lost in the distance
I took heart
And nervously clamboured down
From my perch up the tree
The mist
Rather than lifting
With the onset of morning
Had thickened
And i realised
That i was completely lost
And could not even find the path
That had brought me here
So was completely disorientated
I heard a loud shriek
That set my heart racing
But i suspected, and hoped
That it was no more than a fox
Then to my horror
I could hear the bellows again
And the pounding hoofs of the bullock
Seemingly drawing closer
But such was the density
Of the now swirling mist
I was uncertain
As there seemed to be shadows
Everywhere
Like i was in a land
Of ghosts
I quickly decided
To seek out another tree
And climbed the first one i found
I checked my phone
And saw that it was now 10:37am
So i had only been here just over an hour
My phone was basic
And had no clever functions
Such as sat nav
But a good battery life
with little credit
And had no idea who to call
As i was feeling quite foolish
And couldn't remember the name of where i was
But then noticed i had no reception anyway
And just at that point
I could vaguely make out
Last night
I dreamt
I was in the midst
Of a thunderstorm
In a strange house
In a strange land
Alone
At first
Until
A past love
Bid me goodnight
Then disappeared
I found a box of matches
And a candle
As i fear the inner darkness
The storm
Blew over
I awoke
Safe
The ex love reappeared
And we hugged
Then we kissed
Passionately
The same intensity
Was still there
Yet we both knew
It would not  rekindle
A candle
That had no wick
Her desires
Were of a different ilk
Of what i had been
And no longer was
Nor had truly ever been
by Jemia
When i try to comprehend infinity
It kind of blows my mind
As i try to unravel the myriad layers
Knowing its birth, i shall never find

I often think on how it began
Its comprehension is beyond me
As i delve deeper, and deeper
I could search, for all eternity

Apparently, outer space is expanding
Into what, i have no idea
If space has an end
What lies on the other side, is unclear

It's been a puzzle to me
For the entirety of my life's trend
As i cannot define, or understand
That infinity, seemingly, has no end

And if there was an end, somewhere
I'd wonder what lay, on the other side
And where, or how, did everything start
I look to the stars in amazement, my eyes open wide

As i try to imagine, the beginning of the beginning
No answers can i find
My mind remains completely awestruck
If i found the answer, i'll probably lose my mind

by Jemia
It'e a funny thing
Life
Full of expectancy's
And hopes
And dreams
Of  romance
And love
But generally
Unless you're a happy
On your own
Kind of individual
Not wearing a straight-jacket
Then.
Then.  
Then
Perhaps your life, maybe
Will include another
And at first
The magic
As you walk  
Hand in hand
Aware of each others
Previous solitary existence
And beating hearts
Before they bled
And felt the electricity
Of an embrace
That moment
At that precise moment
You are more alive
Than you'll ever be
And not confined to any expectations
Not of your making
And when you've had this
But are no longer a part of it
And are now alone
You'll know of what i write
And the lingering ache
As my inky heart
Lies scrawled out
On paper......

by Jemia
I appear to of mislaid my mojo
I had it yesterday
Not sure i had it the day before
it's really hard to say?

Today i have a hangover
So could do with my mojo now
But sure it'll turn up tomorrow
Not quite sure how

I may not be able to find it
Without having it close to hand
Which poses quite a dilemma
On which reality cannot stand

So if anyone sees my mojo
Floating around in an obscure place
Just point me in the right direction
As i'm kind of lost without it..
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