19/11/2011

Love Is Not A Killer

Love Is Not A Killer

To some to find communion,
Is a gamble, with life itself.

When the odd are set against you.
And with the chance of love a pull.

The distortion becomes a drug.
The hook it digs in. Works well.

The self, is disconnected.
From your truth, and your will.

A lifestyle of hurting can prove fatal, again.
And again.

Abuse is an uneasy fear. Anxiety. 'Tis Blues.
Caring is a peaceful flow. 'Tis warm. 'Tis true.

Listen to that gentle core that leads you to the calm.
Be Free. For love is not a killer. Love is not to harm.

S. Camplin

18/11/2011

I Touched Your Void.

I Touched Your Void

It was in that moment of moments.
I managed to touch your void.
I did then grapple to reach you.
And how binding was your grasp.

In your starkest, loneliest place.
How vulnerable, just like a child.
Truth so achingly beautiful.
Your frailty.
How ever bold.

How so to be with life pulsing.
How so can it come to end?
The great leveller of that most certain
I am so honoured to have shared.

S. Camplin

14/11/2011

That One.

That One

That one.
The one who stirs.
The flutter.
Only one way it goes.
That one.
Not for the first time.
Self-harm?
It's my concern.
To yearn.
Now learn.
That one.
The one who stirs.
Say the word.
That one.

S. Camplin