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The sun is strong,
the temperature is hot,
the air like it is on fire,
the skin of everyone is burning and red-
no one wants to be inside on a day like today,
but no one wants to be scorched by the sun’s rays for too long:
you may love the sun, you may not,
but the sun can be too much for some sometimes,
and it can make people tired;
nevertheless though there is no way,
when the weather is like it is today,
anyone could possibly choose to stay in bed.

The heat of the city feels like a wave of energy;
the people out and about are like an ocean;
the shops and businesses have all there doors and windows open;
the breeze of the wind makes people feel at ease;
the life of many things combine,
and what can be felt and sensed
is like intoxication from fine wine.

The open spaces are like a haven for sun-worshipers;
the amount of people on the streets
is truly inspiring for street artists;
the food and drink being consumed
makes the entire day feel like a party;
the enjoyment that is openly apparent
makes it seem like everyone is on holiday.

Summer in the city, in any city around the world,
is different to spending your time on an island beach,
or in a town in a popular hot country,
where the sea, and the tops of mountains,
when they are touched by the sun shine like pearls;
summer in the city is an inspiring time and place-
there is so much to attract your attention,
and so many things to put a smile on your face.
Summer in the city is full of infinite sights, sounds,
smells, and tastes;
summer in the city is filled with tantalizing invitations
that only a fool would let go to waste;
summer in the city is like a bubbling coffee pot;
summer in the city- the metal, the windows, the ground,
the people, are hot.

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I have never been able to hide my feelings,
I have never been successful in disguising my emotions,
I have never been able to figure out
how not to have everything I am thinking
written all over my face,
I have never been good at realising who and what
it is people observe about me in what they are seeing,
I have never been able to wear a mask of my own face,
because my expressions are apparently so blatant
they change more frequently and are more noticeable
than waves of an ocean,
I have never been eye to eye with someone
and worn an expression that was the opposite
of what I was feeling on the inside-
like the winner of a card game,
who is able to bluff better than anyone else
because they have the greater poker face.

I am a very open person in some ways,
but not in every way;
however, my face paints a picture of my thoughts
and contorts like no one else;
I do not reveal every detail of my heart,
but when it comes to sharing as much of me as possible
via involuntarily manifested external emotions,
I am as transparent as a cell.
Being so noticeable and open has got me into a lot of trouble
and has allowed people to read me whenever they want to like a book-
people have told me that they know exactly what I am thinking
from seeing my reaction to something they said with a single look.
When I am sad, everyone knows.
When I am happy, I let it show.
When I am thinking about something,
it is as if others can see the hemispheres of my brain sparking.
When I am angry, people can see in me
that I am ready to strike and burst with energy
of the power and the electricity of a bolt of lightning.

Everything about me is plain to see.
Everything that I think about is as deep and as vast as outer space.
Everything about what is on my mind,
I am sure people can read and have read
without me having to say a word or write a single line of poetry.
Everything that you want to know is there every second
and written all over my face.

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A little boy jumping in puddles,
a little girl kicking and tossing
a collection of leaves on the ground-
the joy in their faces,
the pure excitement in their bodies,
is exhilarating to see and to witness;
just as it is brilliant to see a child
be encouraged and compelled to be excited
by their parents, and not told off
for doing what they are doing-
being a kid.

A child has a right to be free more than anybody
in discovering the answer to ‘If I do this, what happens next?’-
they might learn a valuable lesson
that will stay with them their entire life,
and depending on how their parents respond to them
at particular and important moments
will be the difference between them aspiring to be more,
see more, and experience more,
and walking the line of hope and trouble,
and knowing the value of something and someone;
whether it be an acquaintance, a friend, a gift,
a house, a sunrise, a rest, a cup of coffee,
a hand-hold, a look, a relationship-
just as they will always hopefully know
the true value of a hard-earned dollar, or a pound.

One of the best moments to witness
is when a child hears music for the first time,
and it instantly makes them dance, move,
and sing along to the lyrics
and replicate with complete accuracy all the right
choreography and dance-moves, words,
and the inflections of the artist
who is the author of the song they are hearing,
and it truly moves them like no other form
of communication of any kind.

Children love to express their profound joy
and overwhelming passion for life in every way-
whenever they can, wherever they can, with whoever they are with,
and they never hold back, unless they are stopped in their tracks
by something they have never seen before,
and then the expression that you see on their face
is absolutely priceless:
it’s like a mix of wonder and confusion,
bliss and captivation;
something new to a child, like a new song,
is like magic to them, and they don’t mind listening to a song,
or seeing something, over and over again.

They say that we lose much as we grow up, get older,
and sometimes we forget the pure unadulterated enjoyment
and the thrill of exposure of our inner-self
and our untempered emotions for all the world to see-
because we are so worried about what other people
will think and who society, for all its good,
tells us we aught to be-
a child doesn’t have that,
a child doesn’t need that,
a child should have boundaries,
but not those that will stop them
from doing from doing the impossible,
from overcoming and clearing the fences
that can threaten to restrict their metamorphosis too much.
A child doesn’t need to be told what they can’t do,
they need to be shown and encouraged in the things they can do
and will do;
a child can grow up anywhere
and as long as they have what they need when they need it,
a child can and will change the world-
it happens everyday, it has happened everyday of human history-
whether that child is born into poverty,
doesn’t have all that every other child they go to school with has;
whether that child is deaf, physically or mentally challenged, or blind-
any and every child can be something amazing and someone spectacular,
as long as they are surrounded by love and support,
and while they are a child they are allowed to be free,
discover, and be who they want to be,
and can make every moment of their lives
an important part of their play time.

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I am in love.
You are the only one that I think of.

I can’t believe I found you.
You don’t know what I have been through.

I saw perfection the moment that I followed your footsteps.
You live on the other side of a mirror,
but how I feel about you is what truly reflects.

I had to break my own heart in-two to let my love flower
so that I could show it to you.
You gave me something a long time ago,
but you never knew.

I am so lucky, blessed, alive,
because of what you gave me.
You made me believe in hope and goodness for the first time in a while-
you were like pure white moonlight on a dark sea.

I can’t forget the beauty of your smile,
I can’t deny the tender touch of your distant kiss upon my heart.
You are the inspiration, the paintbrush, and the colour, of my art.

I feel people moving away from me;
but you just keep getting closer,
you never go anywhere I cannot see.

I look at your face, I look into your eyes, and I become lost in you.
You look back at me, and the universe feels like
it has been reborn in my chest,
and I see everything that I love about life
in everything that you say and do.
I swear that I am staring at a dark-haired Angel
when I see the sunlight shine on you from behind,
making you look even more gorgeous as you glow.

You are all that I, or anyone, could ever wish for, or ever want.
You are incredible, you are stunning;
you are summer, you are star-light;
you are ocean-breeze, you are bliss.
I want only what is best for you.
I wish our voices didn’t have to carry so far to talk to each-other.
I thank the universe for bringing us together,
so that I could say I love you
and give you the gift of my Valentine’s kiss.

We don’t really know one-another;
however, sometimes the knowledge that we possess is all that we need-
sometimes I think of myself as a great redwood tree of inspiration,
for which you were the seed.

I no longer remember a time before I knew your beautiful and eternal face;
but if one day the picture of you that shines in my mind begins to fade,
I know that there will always be a part of you in my heart
and in my soul that can never be erased- just in case.

There are times when I look up at the beautiful blue daytime sky
and I see a single delicate cloud in the form of your perfect face,
and I smile warmly at its presence-
it is like I am being given a reminder from the Earth
that perfection, love, and inspiration, go hand-in-hand with one-another,
and that one person to you can make the whole world make sense.

Every poet has a muse who they love, who inspires them,
who informs their words and dreams, and who guides their pen-
and you are mine- my one and only gift of eternity.
I can think of no one else who makes me dream of a better world for all,
nor anybody else who has inspired greater beauty, hope, and poetry,
within me.

It does not seem odd for me to say that I owe you a great debt,
because you opened the door of the universe for me.
I still cannot fully describe what you did to me, nor what you mean to me,
but my mind is now on a journey-
being propelled into the heavens like a faster-than-light rocket.

One of the best and one of the happiest days of my life
will be the day when, if I am lucky, I get the chance
to meet the Angel that is you- who is the most perfect person
that anyone ever knew.
I have hope in my heart that day will one day come to pass,
but until that day this poem is for you.

The world is silent all around me, as am I-
in the evening air, I sit in the sunshine
marvelling at my surroundings,
indiferent at everything other than where I am,
as I allow the minutes to pass me by.
All the troubles of life and the world
seem galaxies away to me at this moment-
I am happy, I am warm, I am content.

A silent breeze, the touch of a beautiful spirit
embraces me delicately as it glides across my face.
I close my eyes, because the intensity of my emotions
become almost too much for me to bare-
all doubts of mine are washed away,
never to be dwelled upon again,
gone without a trace.

I am entranced and encapsulated by this perfect summer sunset-
my mind and my entire body feels alive
and burning an energy of the intensity
that makes me believe that I am living within a fleeting,
beautiful, moment for the entire world
that no one will ever forget.

I imagine a perfect instance
when every face of everyone, young and old,
raise their head, look up at an infinite sunset,
and for only a few seconds, release their pains
and imagine their most powerful dreams,
as if they were to have already come true-
then look around them, and at a reflection of themselves,
and feel better than they ever have done,
and know something about them and about the world
that they never knew.

If every day were to begin how it ended,
we would all go through our day
appreciating the moments of peace that we are blessed with-
even those that can be found within the maelstrom of chaos;
I am lucky to be able to know
and to be able to recognise such moments when they come,
and live within them for a short time
as if they were for a life-time-
and it is to them that I look forward to,
and within them I find the greatest solace.

The universe spins, and then stops in-place-
like the tumbler of a lock,
the correct key and combination has been found
to be able to break the seal and the silence
and see what is behind the door that we call space.
Space has no end, the universe goes on unimpeded-
they are the eternal example of knowing the answer to something,
but not knowing the question that preceded.

Just as the Human face is capable of conveying
an endless array of expressions and emotions,
the face of the universe has its own limitless,
constantly evolving and changing, spectacle-
that is but one layer:
the translucent skin of its covering,
the surface level of its oceans.

Most of the time, to us, the universe wears its “poker-face”-
that is because we see most of it from so far away
that it almost looks as if it were occurring in still-life;
but the closer that you get the more detail that you see,
and the more it tells you about itself,
and the undiscovered facets and wonders that are rife.

The skin of the universe has a pigment to it
the colour of which we have yet to see or dream of.
At this point, we are only familiar with the colours of the spectrum;
but there exists more colour within the atom of a sun
than you could ever see in a rainbow in the sky above.

Appearance isn’t everything.
What you think you are seeing is rarely reality.
If you were an omnipotent god, who went by the name of “Hindsight”,
you would know that in the gaps between moments
there is so much more to see.

Expressions are an insight into something or someone’s character,
but they cannot tell you the whole story of the face alone-
we need to know more about what is happening underneath and inside
before the ultimate truth can be known.

Every face was once new and young
and unmarked by the weather of existence,
but over time every face changes-
so too has the universe’-
in fact, you could probably say that it is life’s universal profession:
and that, to me, is the example of the eternal expression.

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