The warmth of your soul

Has touched my heart

And poured new life

Into a lonely place


Magenta

The irony of sensitvity....

The sensitive child is seen as something precious,
To treasure and nurture like a delicate bloom,
An asset to their fragile soul.


Time turns and moves on.


The sensitive adult is seen as a burden, an irritant,
To crush and conform to acceptability,
Making every other person's life easier,
Other than the destroyed individual.

We all envy children their freedom of expression,
And thus continue as oppressive adults.


The irony of sensitivity.

The Soul Crushers...

This middle-age mediocrity

Does everything to stifle me

Pressure of conformity 

Smothers the enormity

Of my hatred for the ‘norm’.

The crushing of dreams

And the freedom to suppress

Should be made illegal

This mental torture

Had an infinite times over

Killed more than any gun

Soul destroyer

Devil employer

The crushing of a dream

Time killer

Blood spiller

The breaking of a heart

Learn by your mistakes?

Or be pilloried for them by those

Who say they love you.

Love me or grieve me....

Who can add music to these lyrics? 

Gotta be spunky, maybe a little punky and full of 'up yours' attitude. 

With powder, paint and dye

My soul'd forever cry

And be dissatified

With a creation cried

Out for inner love so false

What you see is

What you get

And what you get

You won't forget

A truer beauty made

Stronger not afraid

Power woman scares

A lesser man who dares

To change her 

What you see is

What you get

And what you get

You won't forget

I won't fit your 'norm'

With my oh-so-nat'ral form

Different and unique
With my beautiful physique

Thank the Goddess for that

What you see is

What you get

And what you get

You won't forget

Time and effort spent

On aesthetical regret

Living life so vain

Just is a fucking pain

I am made this way

Are you brave enough to stay?

What you see is

What you get

And what you get

You won't forget

I'm not immune to vanity

Just avoiding the insanity
Of my beauty being marred
My mind left scarred
Never meeting your expectations

What you see is

What you get

And what you get

You won't forget

Give into conditioning?

Social status positioning?

Take accepted bimbo?

Or step right into limbo

With a wild woman

What you see is

What you get

And what you get

You won't regret......

Copyright Tracey A. Leigh, London, UK. 27.01. 2012