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Life Without SamsonLife without Samson

As I lie in front of the granite casing
Canonized by the sight of the one I love
Longing for his tender touch, to be in his reach again
I often smell the distinctive scent of his uniform
Surround myself with his garments
But only when he's not around

When he's around I must appear to be strong and stable
The constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answer
But he doesn't understand and I hope he never will
Life must continue and progress
I must now be his granite casing
To shield him from the bitterness and harshness of reality

But who will protect and support me?
Who is there
Make-UpMake-up

'God has given you one face, and you make yourself another'

You spend thousands for this artefact
Without it your day cannot possibly begin
Hours applying different variations to your skin,
You keep it close to your heart.
To hide what you really are

It's a defence mechanism
A mask of expression,
A form of deception
One of which you hope to attract a mate
To boost your false confidence.
To hide what you really are

But you cant were this mask forever,
The act will eventually pass
Your true colour will permeate through.
It is a modern day spell
One of which every women casts.
To hide what you really are

Liquid
ExistingExisting

The location no map can pin-point,
The blind region of the universe.
Living turns in to existing,
Existing mutates in to subsisting.
Emotions have no place here.

The body is in a cadaverous state,
The heart thinks but the mind aches.
The mouth has been moulded to deceive.
The eyes are impervious to lies.
This is the place where true honesty lies

Know one can surmise how you feel,
Those who once cared have dematerialized.
You can only re-lie on yourself,
False deceptions allow us to proceed.
Realise the real lies we tell ourselves

Allow us to proceed…

Kela lewis-morin
Mothers YearMothers Year.

Our biggest fans and critics.
Even if we don't want to admit it.

Sometimes it may seem she's against you.
But her intentions are never meant to hurt or prevent you.

Her only aim is to love and admire.
She doesn't expect you to do everything she requires.

Her assignment is to teach you how to survive.
She will struggle just so that you are not deprived.

She will ground you and pick you up when needed.
As long as you are happy and content her job is completed.

Constructed to protect and provide.
Faithful and loyal and will always remain at your side.

She will guide and give advice.
To come to your aid she will not he
Ironic RealityThe ironic reality

Life is an incurable disease,
Of which there is no antidote.
Despite mans gasping efforts,
Death will always be ominous.
Faith eases the doubting mind.
Intoxicants offer a temporary release.
Distracts our thoughts from the diseased.

Its to complex to comprehend,
Irony is our adopted tongue.
The language of the celestials.
Karma is an elaborated myth,
A mutual consensus amongst humans.
To prohibit our free will.
Even though predators were made to kill.

Irony ineffective against the power of pathos,
A natural guise of human discourse.
Known to many understood by the meagre.
All products have an expiry
Happy Old YearHappy old year

A full stop next to a capital letter
Or perhaps the enjambment of a line.
A new verse of many just waiting to be written.
The next chapter of a never ending epic

'Out with the old in with the new'
Or
Continuation with the old in to the new

A chance to start again.
Unrealistic pledges made
Broken in the first few months.
Will we ever change?

'2011 just wasn't my year'

Your year is what you make of it
So do things for the sake of it
Change is good don't be afraid of it.

kela lewis-morin
My BritainMy Britain

'My Britain' never existed.
It was conceived out of ignorance
Remembered by the unenlightened.
Voiced by the witless and uncultured.

This life is a continual race of race's
Know one's position is permanent
Yesterdays victor is tomorrows loser
We all have a position on the podium

Equality is a rehearsed legend
Woven by the indigenous optimists
Time will not aid this idyllic ideology
It will only strengthen the figment.

Born from the same equation,
Divided by colour and tone.
Multiplied by the errors of the past,
Further adds to the difficulty of life today.

Kela lewis-morin
The ShowThe show

Perpetually putting on a show,
Even when cameras are not declared.
Dominating the stage with confidence.
Outshining others delivering-
A polished performance.
Invariably searching for reassurance.
Elongating ever lasting soliloquies.

Permanently in the background
Like a vampire avoiding the lime light.
A shadows confidant,
Nikon's sworn mortal enemy.
Presence is always present
But never acknowledged.
Outcast within a cast.

The omnipotent director.
Gipetto's matriarch.
Intentional but inadvertently -
Altering their plots.
Presence  is felt but never seen,
Enacting what has already been.
His credentials are constan
UtopiaUtopia

I raise my head and tilt it towards the skies.
Open my imagination and close my eyes.

Envision a place where I would rather be.
As far away from any judgmental eye that can see.

A place where all my dilemmas become obsolete.
Free from my troubles and the expanding concrete

Confinement that I am forced to exist in.
A place where it doesn't matter if you don't fit in.

A place where nothing but a smile is required.
Where I can think and write to my heart's desire.

A place free from any physical and mental disposition.
Free from the conflicting and persuasive power of religion.

A place where there are adjustable weather condit
The Empty CupboardThe Empty Cupboard

You open me everyday.
Sometimes a gentle tug, other times a swift yank.
Then you slam me shut, my joints weaken.
You rummage through my compartments,
Pulling, snatching, grabbing my organs as you please.

My skin  reluctantly changes colour,
Chipping and flaking off.
My hand was once steady and firm,
Is now feeble and loose.
Now you open me with ease without resistance.

What will you take next?
Will dust and desolation become a familiar force?
Slowly and gradually inhabiting my whole body.
Until nothing is left…

What will you take then?

Kela lewis-morin
Familiar FeudsFamiliar feuds

Arguments arise from nothing.
Sinister facial expressions appear,
Bodies stiffen in to a recluse.
Tears cascade in rage,
The point is lost.
Yet the debacle proceeds
Fingers steer accusingly,
Vocal volumes increase.

Forgetting why it all started.
Using past events to support
Stupid and suspicious claims.
Followed be the stomping of hoofs
Intensity inhabits  the vicinity.
Neither party wants to give in
Inner thoughts revealed to the outer world.

Covert remarks announced,
Tempers increase expeditiously.
Underneath they long for each other
But this cannot be displayed.
Neither of them want to show weaknes
ElevenEleven, eleven

Its sight I cannot escape.
That infernal ticking noise,
Only heard when it wants to be.
It must mean something.
A simple specific numeric sequence.
I don't intentionally look out for it,

It finds me.

Like it found my father,
A curse bestowed upon me.
Constantly in the basement of my mind.
The integers have invaded my main frame,
embedded in to my DNA.
They've become a part of me.

We are one.

It must mean something,
Or am I searching for a meaning.
Giving life to the nonexistent,
Adding colour to a baseless portrait.
Illustrating an illusion.
Sewing and tailoring a fabricated lie.

It must mean something.
Elysian FieldsElysian fields

A  brisk wind haunts the desolate temperamental sky.
One tree stands solitary against the turbulence.
They wander aimlessly among the  white flowers.
Of course they avoided it, with its dark charcoal exterior,
And its multiple coarse rigid fingers.
All light seemed to gradually disintegrate the closer they got to it.
The shade of flowers change to a darker more sinister tone,
Sometimes changing to a ruby red colour.

They have no place, expressionless faces wince with frustration.
They are doomed to an eternity of bleakness,
Trapped  they seek purpose, meaning.
But they almost made it…
Feet stomp back and fort
My First Last KissMy Last First Kiss

An awkward moment.
Bodies perspire exponentially
Her lips are potent.
I could love her potentially,

Eye contact initiated
Our hands connected
Each others company appreciated
Minds fully erected

I real her towards me
Arms around her waist
This was meant to be
There is no time to waste.

Lips intertwine.
Eyes close,
Her hands run down my spine,
Totally engrossed.

The first of many to come
An instance of sublime gratification
I have no choice but to succumb
To her enthralling sophistication.

Kela lewis-morin
MomentsMoments

Go with the moment
The moment you think about what your doing
The moment is lost
That moment could make your day

A revised cherished memory of that moment
Could make smile for a moment
Even if the moment doesn't go the way you intended
Be grateful for the moment even occurring

That particular moment could lead on to other things
The moment is what you make of it
We all have our good and bad moments
You can even pick the good moments out of the bad

In fact lets just take a moment

Just to think about all those moments
That has made us who we are today

Because of that moment I met the one I love
Because of that mo
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Did They Know

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Did they know?

I don't think they realised.
Realised at one stage there words would be studied in great detail,
They just wrote

Shakespeare, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Sylvia Plath
None of them knew that some day there work would be worshipped and criticised.
They couldn't have known their words would become timeless and immortal.

Now each word has a new meaning;
A meaning which may not have been initially intended.
Its amazing how an impact of a comma can make a difference,

Metaphors explored in new ways,
Similes expanded on and questioned.
Imagery perceived through different eyes

Some try to understand the authors mindset,
Others apply there own meaning and sentiment.
Writing is personal but not necessarily biographical,

Alternate personas can be adopted.
The picture painted may not exist
No matter how much evidence we gather.

We look for things that aren't actually evident,
Things we would like to be true.
But in truth there just simply…

arranged words on a page.

Kela Lewis-Morin

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~Mercy-is-Crying May 12, 2012
Very good! I often think about what Sylvia or anybody else would say if they saw the overdissected interpretations they teach in schools and such.

In the line, "Its amazing how an impact of a comma can make a difference," there should be an apostrophe in "it's."

Great job! Lovely way to express your thoughts ^^
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