Jo Beckett

Spirit I am ready, when you're ready come to me
I'll welcome you open hearted and help you be what you want to be
I'll listen when you speak, and always see the best in you
I'll love you unconditionally and help you do what you want to do
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Some of us endure such pain
over and over
stabbing, aching, twisting
at our hearts
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I met a radiant, beautiful face
In a mesmerising, aromatic, intoxicating place
Where life filled my lungs and I prayed with Sages
The balmy Indian breeze chanting our names through the ages
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We caught a Dala Dala to Paige,
with sacks of rice, old tin cans, rusty bikes, strong African men with no shoes and shiny beautiful African women with their heads covered.
The heat burnt through our clothes as we plodded along the deserted white beach and found your cousins hut
"Jambo" they twinkled as they warmly shook my hand.
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His eyes lived in different countries
His present sunshine days on a powder white beach by a turquoise sea
His future a country of contrasts
His hand grasped mine and spoke of the possibilities of all to come
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smoking your chillum, as you watch T.V
screwing up your eyes because you won't wear glasses
how I loved that look
I sit on the side and watch you
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Lying next to me for the last time
more naked, more stoned, more asleep
than I've ever seen you
I write
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I need to not know him now, for me to feel sane
He's my heroin, my ecstasy, and my crack cocaine
Heart thumping excitement and chemistry I can't deny
To deep sadness, and tears, I could cry until I die
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