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deep pulsing rhythms,
am able,
hard labour,
I shall dine out on the wordplay,
Let my spirit rise up as though an
And taste every syllable as it slips
SPACE To sense every shade in assonance Borne up on the imagery and I shall revel in the tuneful aware-
the rhythm and the rhyme,
eagle on wing,
off the tongue,
and consonance,
meanings concealed,
ness of cadence,
Comprehend the skills used, and
To live every moment and let my
To hear every word ring in reso-
metre sublime.
nant song.
heart sing.
Working On The All is getting shaved to the bone. Where two become one – and the I am Other Freedom is roaming,
Inside If there’s a road back, intimate feeds. by M. S. Harvey © 2017 Over a carpet of green
Can you go it alone
Studying what’s around us,
Song by Ian Scott © 2018 With courage in your hands -- To move with the motions of I am other, Like it’s never been seen.
On your own? Chorus
love’s sacred dance,
Freedom is in the sun,
Hey man look out United in passionate ardent em- Separate from them, That lights up our faces
there’s a sea change, You can stand there brace, A solitary being, It’s around every corner,
Things are going Hoping for a sign, To feel her heart beat and the swell Forever alone. It lies in various places.
Into a small frame. But the future is creeping of her breasts, Freedom is in the rain,
Better watch out Up from behind. In love’s most perpetual intemper- My thinking different, The clouds that are bruised
For more loss than gain, If I knew the answers, ate grace. My mind not the same, In the rainbow that follows,
Everybody’s part of a new game. I’d throw you a line. To know as one should with inti- My senses divergent, Vibrantly casting its hues.
Things won’t work And there’s no silver lining, mate joy, My perception strained. Freedom is in the wind,
Like they did before, About to shine. The thrust and the yield of actions They are my enemies, That transports our dreams
The partnership’s Just dark clouds hanging around. so pure, I am their friend, The howling of its voice,
About to hit the floor. And thin ice cracking That each movement brings a I stand apart, The anger as it screams.
Something’s happening On the ground. knowing of love, Supported by none. Freedom is in the snow,
That’s for sure, And my head’s spinning More perfect than one had known I choose compassion, So pure and untouched
And it’s pushing at your door. Round and round. of before. I choose to be kind, And now in the footprints,
With the changes going down. I prefer justice, That turns it to slush.
Chorus; And there’s nowhere To sense with a mounting excite- To do what is right. Freedom is in the beholder,
To run to, and no place to hide. Chorus: And there’s nowhere ment, that force, I battle with terror, Freeing the shackles of the mind
Better get working on the inside. To run to, and nowhere to hide. Whose power is so strong that it Every day of my life, Freedom is right before you,
Better get working on the inside. engulfs the whole, I suppress my fears, If you seek, you will find.
Hey, in the wings That no longer are two there, but I strive to survive.
Something is on the rise. I suffer loud noise,
The knives are out, The Power of one burning need, Within my whole self, Fright in the Night
Cutting all ties. Intemperate Grace A concord where soul is conjoined To live is painful,
Some are tearing at roots with soul. And pain is life. or
With a mad man’s eye. By M.S. Harvey © 2007 To feel her ecstatic and quickening I ride every moment, The mind plays such terrible tricks
And what’s left is no surprise. Dedicated To Those Of Us Who pulse, by Janet Reeve
Now it’s down to tick-boxes, ‘Inwardly Burn’. Her rapid, excitable, hurrying On emotional waves,
Rules thin and mean, breath, Tsunamis of feeling, T’was a dark, dark stormy night
Black and white, no grey between. What ardour burns so hotly with- Her body aquiver with exquisite My body enslaved. When I had my worst fright
They’ll weigh your words, in? joy, My mind like a boat, And try and try as I might
Pick at the seams. A pulsating furnace of unquench- Empowered by a love that’s as Tossed in the storm, I can’t get it out of my mind.
Soon there’ll be CCTV able fire. strong as death. Of my existence,
Checking your dreams. The searing heat of pure sensual Shapes my life’s form. The mind plays such terrible tricks,
Chorus: Italics.... zeal, To bring her to the point where she Raised up to the sky, That thought you don’t want just sticks
Then crashed to earth,
can let go,
Take it as read Igniting my flesh with carnal Of all inhibitions and all of her My shattered existence, and sticks
Not to be snuffed out like candle wicks
Your barcode and pin, desire. fears, Like rocks on the shore. But to stay, to haunt you to death.
Tap in your secret A strong need to feel her loving To discover that land as explorers I am as water,
To the ghost within. caress, of love, Into oil is poured, T’was a dark, dark stormy night
Sleepwalk to the union To taste her kisses of passion Where sensuality ends – only Not part of the crowd, With not a glimmer of light
Chip in your skin. unbound, oneness is near. Just one on my own.
It’s such a convenience, To give in to the force of a femi- Where need is no more and peace- The windows and shutters shut tight,
It’s almost a sin. nine storm, fulness reigns, I’m never connected, When an ear-piercing scream rent the
The life we’re living Of untamed power no might could And the fire dies down to a less This is my distress, air.
Is losing the real, confound. fearful roar, This is the substance,
We’re just taking on all it deals. And we two that are one, are unit- Of my otherness. I shivered and shook and my blood it
If it makes you nervous, To hold her so close that our bod- ed in love, ran cold,
If you start to feel, ies are one, Fulfilled in the place where our I felt I’d aged to 100 years old.
Pretend you’re a spectator, To kiss every inch of her secret spirits soar. Freedom Then I said to myself,”You be bold
See how that feels!-Chorus lines, by Steven Michael Pape And see what’s behind the closed
To touch every place with love’s ‘Then the Lord God said, “It is not door”.
So, it’s a green light. sweet caress, good that the man should be alone; © 2021
No red lights show. To yield to the pleasure of the joys I will make him a helper as his part- Freedom is in the mind, I pulled and I pulled at the door with
Every sign on the way, that we’d find. ner.”’ Genesis 2:18 In the way we perceive such might
Well, it just says go. To bring her the rapture that she “Now to the unmarried and the wid- It’s also in the eyes, But it was stuck, stuck really tight.
We’re on a fast track, would deserve, ows I say: It is good for them to stay In the things that we see. It’s not locked, that couldn’t be right,
With a heart beating slow. To loosen the chains that have unmarried, as I am. But if they cannot Freedom is found in nature, A dark force was holding it shut.
When we arrive will anyone know. shackled her needs, control themselves, they should marry, In the flowers and the trees
The bigger picture To show her that love can be self- for it is better to marry than to burn The influx of wildlife, Sweating and shaking, oh what to do
Never comes home. less in ways, with passion.” 1 Corinthians 7:8-9 The birds and the bees. now,