25/12/2015

Confusion

Confusion abounds.
Strong feelings
Surround us.
Intense.

We connect.
And yet,
So far you are
From me.

Unavailable.
Unobtainable.
I resign to the table.
To desire from afar.

S. Camplin

21/12/2015

My Love

Loving is for letting go.
To want you to be free. 
For you to grow. 
To bloom,
And to know. 
That my love 
For you is true. 

S. Camplin

04/12/2015

To Trust 

Openness and trust 
Are qualities 
I admire. 

Secrecy and the covert.
Not things 
I desire.

Transparent. 
Apparent. 
Nothing to hide. 

Honesty is sexy.
The truth. 
For me.

To communicate freely.
Being open. 
Being real.


S. Camplin 


20/11/2015

Exhilaration and Peace

I catch myself
Catching sight of my self.
My true self.
And the peace at the centre,
It fills up.
I'm alright. 

The flashes of freedom 
I've staked.
And I've claimed. 
The exhilaration, 
And peace.
It fills up again. 

S. Camplin 


16/11/2015

 
Six Degrees of Separation
 
 
I wanna feel
What I feel
When I feel it.
 
I wanna own it.
 
Not be a boxed up,
boxed in.
Labelled 'thing'.
 
I wanna express it.
Not separate it.
Like a silo, with a one way drive.
 
I wanna elucidate.
 
Be connected.
Not separated,
From how I really feel.
 
 
S. Camplin
 


06/11/2015


Let the Blood Run Free
 
Out the blood flows.
She instinctively knows,
What time to come and go.
 
Words get spoken.
Tensions raised and broken.
As she has cleansed my womb.
 
So let the pain go.
From within you, below.
And cleanse in order to sow.
 
The sowing will reap
Wise notions to keep.
As she is the life force of all.
 
 
S. Camplin

Cycle of Abuse
 
I'm a survivor.
One of many.
A warrior.
If I may.
 
Been made to feel small.
Not caught when we fall.
But now we stand tall.
Or so we should.
 
I'm a survivor.
One of many.
A warrior.
If I may.
 
Though it ain't that easy,
To shelve responsibility.
To free the guilt,
The shame and blame.
 
I'm a survivor.
One of many.
A warrior.
If I may.
 
Of course,
I'm strong.
I didn't do no wrong.
I must remember that song.
 
I'm a survivor.
One of many.
A warrior.
If I may.
 
 
S. Camplin

Silence
 
Silence is peaceful they say.
Enjoy the silence.
That is true.
 
But I know that silence
Can be a friend to my enemy too.
 
The bully, the abuser.
Is that you?
 
So to shatter the silence
Is not always bad.
To be seen and not heard,
But be misunderstood.
 
So let's shatter the silence.
Let us end the violence.
 
 
S. Camplin

Warrior Marks
 
I brandish my scars
Like warrior marks.
An inner armour.
 
Not to harm you.
Rather, me.
 
Now learning to be.
I contemplate.
Resonate.
No longer berate
My healing soul.
 
There's a whole there.
Somewhere.
 
And I brandish my scars.
Like warrior marks.
A metaphorical armoury.
Coveting harmony.
 
 
S. Camplin
Morning Fairy
The garden changes shape
As the morning lifts.
The shadows shift away
With the dawn.
The eeriness diminished.
Things look soft and free.
The trees that once were monsters,
Are just friendly little ferns.
And what once was dark and scary.
Has been banished away by a fairy!


S. Camplin

19/10/2015


Soft Breeze
You are the softest breeze.
Floating.
Free flowing.
To show,
A beauty that knows.
To bear fruit,
So rare.
Is a quiet power.

It's an honour
To share
Some
   Time
     With
          You...


S. Camplin