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I come from

I come from the smoky rooms of former North London cottages

A place where, as time goes by becomes more urbanised and exotic as does its people

A close peaceful community nudged out by hordes of shoppers, losing your family in the chaotic crowds as the familiar becomes ever increasingly strange

The cosy smells of fish and chips, apples, fruit and wool, overtaken by spice and petrol as new buildings pop up like toadstools in the night

The meadows I played on with dogs and cousins too polluted now, the solution?  More pollution of course, another hundred toadstools pop up to house more strangers, till the village is devoured by the ever starving beast called London

I come from the gossiping nurses and the nagging sheet metal workers, sitting around smoking their money and complaining that making it is too hard!

The smell of bleach stuns your senses and makes your eyes bleed but at least it’s clean

Helicopters sing you lullabies as you fall asleep and police sirens wake you up the next day

I come from neighbours leaning over your fence, giving you gardening advice and cake and eventually curry!

Stray dogs chasing loose cats and getting run over by milk carts

Pigeons swamping the garden pecking at stale bread and the last lizard I’ll ever see gets taken by a fat crow, falling down roof tiles and into a gutter unceremoniously

I come from two sides of a road that society says shouldn’t be crossed

But here I am and I am me and both sides are equally mine

I come from sugar, fat and bread, fizzy drinks and tea

Pure white walls broken by ivory and chrome

Vacuums replaced yearly due to overuse and the bigger the telly the more kudos to you!

I come from a large garden, a sanctuary and au pair

I come from fashion critics, jealousy and violence

In books I hid myself in multiple worlds so that it could never touch me

So I would be free to be me and not them

Finding my own way to a new place

A place that is more like me

It is lost forever now, that place, where I come from.

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Androgynous & philosophical

I feel quite androgynous and Edwardian today. 

Today the style I have in mind would be earth tone colours with a focus on light browns and orange, a suede waistcoat with gold and brown buttons, suede trousers and ankle boots, under the waistcoat a lighter coloured long sleeved stop and perhaps a cravat around my neck?  Well, where else would I wear a booming cravat anyway?  Around my ankle?  LOL

My hair would be styled in a low bun with a dangle of hair from my left side hanging down, slightly messy, slightly rustic.

Wooden or gold jewellery, since Paul has figured out I don’t have an allergy to real gold, it’s the gold plated type, and he thinks I have an allergy to iridium, but I don’t really know for sure.  I just know certain earrings my mum bought me over the years make me break out in a rash and that recently I got a new lady shaver with gold on the tip and I seem fine.

I have to admit I feel very quiet today, not very social, withdrawn, serious and having a no nonsense vibe about me.  But peaceful, still peaceful, very reflective and thinking philosophically more than usual, which is a lot, because I think about philosophy every day as it is.

Which brings me to the second subject of the post; I may start talking more about philosophy because I don’t think I can help it.  I am being highly influenced by certain philosophical books I have been reading and I have drawn up my own ideas about life and the world – so don’t be surprised if I am bringing in new subjects to the blog.

It’s part of my journey in life, part of my transformation.

Thank you for reading!

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The Oceans Rhyme

The oceans of time rhyme with their rhythmic ancient waves

Crashing rocks into sands and bringing many to their graves

Cool to the touch and salty to taste

Soothing to watch when it’s of a peaceful pace

Deadly to be near when its waves are tall

Drowning the curious one and all

It has stood the test of time

The oceans own personal quiet rhyme

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Until…

Crystals hang around the window illuminating the room with lightning flashes of rainbows

A little shard of sunlight breaks through the crack in the curtain creeping closer to me as I read

The crow caws loudly in a nearby oak

I am snuggled up with my book, ashamed that I woke

Life is peaceful here

Until…

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