Monthly Archives: March 2014

…Heaven Sent….

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…Heaven Sent…

Before that day I saw you
I never looked with true love’s eyes, 
But angels are revealing
And shine through all disguise.

Before that day I heard you
I never thought true love would call, 
But angels are enthralling
And so you made me fall.

Before that day I touched you
I never knew how true love felt, 
But angels are embracing
And so my heart did melt.

Before that day I kissed you
I never tasted true love’s pull, 
But angels are all giving
And let you drink your full.

Before that day I met you
I never knew what true love meant, 
But angels are for loving
And you are heaven sent.

~ (2009) Charles Wiles

My journey…here I go!

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March 19th, 2014

The day “ponochio’s” dream began to come true…

I has my first shot…a 1/2 shot of testosterone. It was easy…next shot 10th April, also a 1/2 dose…after that I’m doing it myself…& on to a full dose…

My FB status update early this morning:

“I’m hungry…horny (yeah his “T” stuff woot)…and happy…

Think I’m at least an inch taller (optical illusion; standing tall 😝) & yeah Arnie look out I’m already starting to “buff”.

Life tis grand!”

Subtle changes already…perhaps a placebo effect…I.e wishful thinking…doesn’t matter. I’ve never been happier!

The icing on the cake…an event so unexpected…I have met a wonderful woman…a beautiful soul…a women who sees me as “Pete” & all that entails…a woman who wants to be part of my journey…a damn sexy woman to boot!

The Universe truly works in mysterious ways…

Me te aroha nui ❤

Taking a Journey

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Taking a journey
To places known & unknown
Excitement…yes
Fears…yes
Leaving some behind
Silent goodbyes
A few tears shed…yes
Bois do cry

Taking a journey
Physical, mental and soul felt
Assured within the overall path is right
Even though there will be hurt along the way
Tears shed will lighten that load…whilst they can be shed…
Some bois don’t cry

Taking a journey
Not knowing when it will end
Is there an ending…
Preceding death…
I think not…and even then…
The body is but a vessel
The journey continues…

(c) Pete Ibbertson
19 January 2014

Lingers

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…the lingering memories
The energy…vibrant
Breathing in slowly
…deeply…essence
Intoxicating…
Touching, tracing…
tasting. Imprinted
in totality…
It lingers.

Pete Ibbertson
7 September 2013

Awash

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The sea foams…rises up…recedes…
Taking away from the beach sands
Walking bare footed along
Footprints taken too
It cleanses my mind…thoughts stilled
the jumble of noise quietens
The answers are within
The questions already answered
Take a moment; be mindful
in the moment…being…and allowing
the emptiness to become silent.

The sea foams…like a washing machine
Swirling around with the ebb of the tide
Dragging back all that it catches
Strangely it is soothing in its roughness
The danger of being swept back out
with the other debris…as if knowing
the peace that is felt within…the strength
that grows with every drag in and out of the waves.
It is a rhythm…it has its own pace and sounds
that moderates thoughts and heartbeats…
until no more is heard.

The sea foams…it hears my thoughts
It takes them from me
Releases the fears

Clarity is found in those moments
Fleeting rare; a gift
From the ocean’s depths

The sea foams…
Leaving the beach; awash

Pete Ibbertson
6 August 2013

The heart that lived on the sleeve

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One definition of wearing your heart on your sleeve is “to display your feelings openly and habitually, rather than keep them private.” Being open and honest is hard. There is fear of rejection, fear of embarrassment, fear of being judged etc.

I have always worn my heart on my sleeve…become more expressive as I moved through the decades. I do not hesitate…I freely express my feelings exposing my heart to the raw cuts of rejection…of unrequited love. Foolish…perhaps as sometimes I do pay a toll…

Experience has taught me…this too shall pass…I remember to breathe…to take in the simple pleasures of life around me…love is every where and heals the heart to remain open…allowing another to enter usually unexpectedly…the best kind…to love fearlessly once again…so my friends do not be afraid to put voice to your emotion…what is life without risk…take a chance…many chances…

“You don’t love someone for their looks, their clothes or anything else.
You love them because they can sing a song only your heart can understand.”

Pete Ibbertson
December 2012

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A Quiet Contemplation

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…a quiet contemplation
The meaning of life
Does it require meaning?
When much of our life is
Spent working, eating, sleeping
….with love if one is blessed
Is this the test…inhabiting this shell
We move…sometimes clumsily…
Sometimes with grace…
Through the years
Exploring…new places…people
Some we fall in love with…others no…
Not many of us follow our passions
Caught in the cycle of money…of having things…
We forget the true worth…the immeasurable value
Of our Being…alone…with others…lovers…friends…
Enjoying Gaia’s gifts to us…this earth, this ocean…
Cloaked by the Universe beyond…
So…does life require meaning…
I believe so…it is found within
There is no wrong answer…

…live LIFE with LOVE & GRATITUDE

Pete Ibbertson
18 July 2013

Cycle of Life

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We gather in the morning mist
Silence filling the air…heavy laden
with thoughts unspoken for fear…
Fear; freezes the most open of minds
to withdraw from chance

We walk together as the mist rises
Neither a murmur spoken; the chill
remaining, clinging to our strides.
A chill; freezing our hearts, encasing
them in ice…away from risks

We walk…parting company as the
path divides. A glance, eyes locked
No words spoken, except the silent
goodbyes…our paths taking us on new
journeys…separately seeking
Adventures anew…the mist rises

Clear skies ahead as I walk my path
The warmth melting the ice
around my heart
The eyes smiling as the mind frees
Opportunities abound
Take a chance…take a risk…
Cycle of life continues…

Pete Ibbertson
2 July 2013

What Do You See?

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What do you see
When you look at me
When you look at our photos
When you stare at the screen

Do you see me
The child, the boi, the woman
The philosopher, romantic
Mooshy git, kind loving soul?

Do you glance away
As the depths are too raw
Too intense, the risks attached
Too dangerous for your heart
Too much…

What do you see
…and will you ever tell me?

~ Pete Ibbertson
22 June 2013

Solo

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“Being solo…avoids the BS…the words that are not said, the truth of all that is unspoken but known, ha the drama…still “loving fearlessly” is my heart, my soul; I shall continue to be open to whoever walks in & touches my heart; to risk…for new friendships are made; those deep friendships that may otherwise allude you…and that is priceless…”

Pete Ibbertson
11 June 2013