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SAMPLE FROM THE GUTTER #1
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN FOR A DEAR FRIEND, A MIRROR, A NEVER CHANGING REFLECTION.
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0116 - THE MIRROR
approx January 2016 - Southport Towers, Gold Coast
The mirror stares a piercing sight right into my soul.
She delivers love and light while pointing out the holes.
Days will wither into nights, turn glitter into gold.
Saint or sinner, wrong or right, beauty and the bold.
The mirror seems to shimmer dancing in a waterfall.
A gentle breeze, laughter enhancing echoed off rock walls.
Her energies will soon start branching, answering the call.
So stand at ease, no further marching, smile and catch the ball.
You can feel her flow, see her move to her own beat.
You can tell she knows from the moment that you meet.
If you want to grow she will pull you to your feet.
She wants to show the world how to stand up on their seats.
Mirror mirror on the floor,
judge us if you dare,
but be aware that we care that there's damage to the door.
Mirror mirror on the chair,
around a round about,
if in doubt just check us out, love is in the air.
The mirror sometimes bitter sometimes cracks and seems to fade.
It appears the lines are moving shifting back as they do age.
But what you'll find is that you're watching tracks that do not change.
And in your mind you feel the smack of every turning page.
The mirror's here to help you wants to heal you lift you up.
She isn't scared to push you make you feel your empty cup.
She wouldn't dare not see what's real so in this you have to trust.
That mirror there will bow and kneel once you've had enough.
You may have guessed by now, the reflection that's within.
You may have passed somehow, inspections aren't a sin.
You could have called a foul but she wants us both to win.
Because the mirror shouts the voice you hide behind your grin.
Mirror mirror in my pocket,
how'd you get so sharp,
will you harp and bark that fast,
a heart inside a locket
Mirror mirror in my face,
show me what you see,
I believe it's me,
free and pleased to know my place
Once you discover that the mirror just reflects.
You will love her and with that comes great respect.
She's not your mother or your father or a spick inside a speck.
She is no other than my most amazing friend.