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she gave me a piece of her childhood
and helped me find mine
connected to that piece
a simple gift, with a red shirt
the 'uncarved block'

she gave me the space to listen to myself
and i welcomed her
she gave me the freedom to just be
and i took it

she gave me the flexibility to fulfill my needs
because they are just mine
she gave me the time
all i've ever wanted was just enough

she gave me what i was asking for
which is all exactly what i needed
she gave me the peace to sit with myself
a task i rarely allow myself to do

so i sit
listening
to just her
the little one i've ignored for too long

the only one that has all of my answers
and knows that all i really want is to 
just sit, for this moment.

~Reading the TAO OF POOH by Benjamin Hoff just may change your life...

stay

Sydney- ©CNirvana

And I dance with this devil on my back

Spinning and swirling to release

I'm back in this hole that seems to fit

With this overwhelming resonance that I can't fight

I wish my mind were as simple as his

I wish this, that surrounds me wouldn't swallow 

I wish and I wish and then I stop spinning

This city has a piece of me

Not necessarily kept, but specifically held

With the disjointed style of inconsistency...

It must be a new driver

Heavy on the brakes 

And not aware of the broken ride created by inconsistently pausing 

With no reason and backwards rhyme 

I don't know how else to say I miss you

You'll ignore me til I'm gone 

But ill always feel you

In that place I told you would always stay

its never goodbye

i miss the way your words excite me

the sound of your voice, the nice one

the pedestal I sat you on 

caught fire

i hope I didn't burn you

but really it's only fair

i know i should write more 

and that's why I miss NY

the subway inspires great things 

and numbs them all the same

i know you'll never die

maybe we will see you on the beach next to ours

where I sit wondering if too little is too late

disturbia,

the word that reminds me of you

and this beat is stuck 

in the depths of my spine

because I will never remember

the first song we danced to...

captive audience

Anastacia- the siren

she elicits these songbirds that sing with the gift of god
voices like the angels 
who whispered softly in her dreams

they sit and watch 
as she purrs with the magic that she is
rise and stand
they willing accept her sermon

and gently, she taps these chords
every vibration hit just so right
and they sit, watch, and become
what she intends that they are meant to be