Prince William

Prince William.

He my man.

Though I’m not a fan.

I’ve never been of someone or anything.

Not even my former fling.

Put someone on a pedestal;

sooner or later, right n front of your eyes they’ll fall.

************

I’m not surprised now that my belly hurts;

I’m back to having writing spurts.

It’s been three days, without having labour pains.

It’s so funny how most of my pieces are based on perceived pain.

Once they are born there is always so much to gain.

Complete and utter love;

my old stories transform to being free like a dove.

************

I shared before, that a year ago, or more;

I send a letter to a person I used to adore.

Several past life stories were in it.

Now I know; there is no such thing as a past.

Though it seems like cars are speeding fast;

there is only one moment:

now.

***

You were my prince.

I was your princess.

Then came a whole lotta stress.

I was taken away.

No one could tell or say;

where they took me.

You were so sad, mad and lonely;

without me.

I was put, in a cellar.

You walked by; every day.

But you never looked my way.

It’s because you didn’t expect me to be;

in this little cellar that to me certainly did not feel so stellar.

Then one day; out of the blue; you looked at me.

At first you couldn’t see;

nor recognize me.

The cellar had taken its toll on my whole body.

Then you looked again;

I could hear you think;

“Damn!! That can’t be?!”

You finally recognized me.

It was my eyes, that took you by surprise.

Even though my whole body looked beaten up;

you could not stop;

looking at me.

Finally, through you recognizing me, I was set free!

It took you more than a lifetime;

to get rid;

of this shit;

of feeling guilty;

of not recognizing me earlier.

You beat yourself up for having walked by, time after time;

and not seeing me.

My only wish for thee;

was to set yourself free;

of feeling guilty.

It wasn’t your fault; that I was taken away from you.

At times we don’t know what clue;

the Divine had when doing this ‘to’ you.

************

Today while having a tea at my ‘new’ hotspot;

I didn’t feel so hot;

when having this thought:

“Ofcourse the Divine, will make you see you are mine;

right when I’m physically totally and utterly not looking so fine.”

But then they said;

Don’t get upset!

Meeting your flame will be so rad!

He will look past your perceived physical despair;

he sees, feels and touches your air.

Your magnetic attraction is beyond physicality;

besides;

not much longer will you feel like you have to hide.

In a few days;

nothing will ever be the same;

nor this lame game;

of your body.

To transform; is the new norm.

**********

I’ve always had this ’thing’; with Prince William.

I don’t know what it is.

I can’t put my finger on it.

Even though he is balding;

I still think he’s hot.

He’s got ‘it’, what others have not.

‘It’ can not be explained.

T has nothing to do with being vain.

He’s had his share of pain;

in his life.

When I was younger random peeps used to say;

I look like Princess Di.

I always thought:” O my, O my..”

The funny thing is; I’ve never been obsessed;

with celebs;

Though there is one thing I vividly re-member.

It was the moment it was announced back in 1997 almost September.

August thirthy first.

When I heard; I silently cursed.

I was in shock;

the tv would not stop; to commentate on her death.

I was sitting on the bed;

of my sisters boyfriend at the time.

Funnily enough; his name, is the same;

of one of the brothers of the soon to be;

King of Holland.

********

Sometimes I doubt, why certain stories come out.

This one woke me up.

The sentences in my mind would not come to a stop.

Even though it is one a.m;

I have to use my online pen.

If I don’t;

I know;

I won’t save myself.

**********

We all know Princess Di her marriage was a mess.

Her husband was obsessed;

with his mistress.

If you look at the clip;

it looks so not hip.

It seems like something from eons ago.

Time does not exist. 

I know right now, Diana is sitting in utter bliss. 

Her husbands’ mistress;

was a blessing in disguise,  they smize .

I ask why?

Even though Lady Di did cry;

all those experiences taught her to fly.

First she was this really shy;

woman.

Then she met this man; who taught her that she can;

be and do more;

than what she otherwise would’ve gotten used to.

She be-came a modern mother Theresa.

They were two, of the same flames.

It was no co-incidence;

Mother Theresa died; six days after Lady Di got fried.

Twin-flames play this game;

of be-ing apart yet together in several lives;

before they finally utterly and totally unite!

************

Well, this story sure was worth waking up for.

I wonder what more;

is there for me to explore…..