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  • Prose: Blame – ‘A Reason for why you’re not wrong’ – 07/06/21

    Prose: Blame – ‘A Reason for why you’re not wrong’ – 07/06/21

    I’ll admit it. It’s human nature; I’ve been known to gear my poor decisions, my poor judgements onto others, to events, to differing reasons – blame, blame anyone else but myself, I’ve been there, haven’t you? At these times, couldn’t I have acknowledged that voice I hushed inside that we all occasionally stifle away, desperately want to hide, which wants to scream, “You, you are wrong, surely you can admit it this time?”

    But it’s about keeping oneself proud, and not embarrassed or ashamed, so we adamantly decide that the best way, what should be most apparent, is the employment of personal denial, and here we are, set for a rocky ride. What’s important to us in that moment Is the conception of what seems ‘right’, a cover-up, a disguising, a denial of integrity, in the hopes that parlaying responsibility will displace the need for discipline, the requirement to make truth seen not only by others, but revealed and mirrored by themselves, or personally, me!

    Blame is the cesspool of human existence, puts irresponsibility on show for the world to see. The day that we decide to forgo blame and commence admitting mistakes and errors, gleaning, revealing responsibility, this is the moment of truthful honesty. When we open ourselves up and stop allowing the negativities of blame to cover and then consume us, this will allow the world to truly see, to witness, our truest nature, human goodness, righteous intentions, and most importantly, integrity.

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  • Prose: Enriched Time – 07/06/21

    Prose: Enriched Time – 07/06/21

    Time stands still when you’re not around, my focus drags itself to the crowd, where watching, waiting, anticipating, my eyes will fall upon you sometime soon, somehow, your heated breath for me is calling.

    I feel an absence growing within my soul; a piece breaking unity, how can I be more forthcoming? I do not dream of you because in my world you’re yet to exist, a faceless being yet priceless, knowing, hope of circumstances growing.

    The fullness of who we are separately, individually, and who we are accumulatively, benefiting our spirits, like blinking fairy lights they brighten everybody’s way. Just to the side though, that light-bespeckled path, time stands still as the crowd now parts, my breath catches like a hook in a gutted fish.

    You’re not who I thought you’d be, somehow a complete stranger, lacking in familiarity. But take my arm, our Almost-Forever now, together we have advanced, become good. I know life could be further enriched with you, somehow I know this to be truth.

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    Previous Post: ‘Soar’ – 06/06/21

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  • Prose: Soar – 06/06/21

    Prose: Soar – 06/06/21

    The thematic development of my life may not have been the same as yours: dips, turns, rollercoaster-like moments, each as valid as the occasions when trumpets signalled your arrival, or when misery was wept, the melancholy your life silently marred. There must have been times when your breath was swept away, heart palpitating, locked eyes, fumbling, love-sick tongues dumbfounded, unknowing of what to say. Or the cold winter during June, when feet and legs would entwine beneath heavy rough woollen blankets, only clutched hands and fogged breaths keeping time?

    Haven’t we all experienced heartache, cracked into pieces, never to again feel whole? In these durations it seems all is lost; wailing, flailing, tears shed, losing all sense of control. Or have you felt the pity of another, your downcast eyes shamed into courage-stripped submission, the feeling that you’re, maybe, in that second, worthless, nothing, but later realising it was just a break, a lapse of judgement, a brief, vague intermission?

    Here, can you recall the joy rising within when feeling content, surrounded by caring friends and family? Or the warm rush, engulfing headiness at knowing that you’ve achieved some sort of task, through hard work and meticulous care, and you can now rejoice wildly and freely?

    Remember now, the feeling of being strong, like you are ready to take on the world, leave naysayers behind, to leap forward with your stride? Perhaps our experiences aren’t so different – now carefully contemplate, at which moment did you soar, at which moment did your spirit rise?

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    Previous Post: ‘Quiet Questioning’ – 05/06/21

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  • Poem: Quiet Questioning – 05/06/21

    Poem: Quiet Questioning – 05/06/21

    I could ask myself,
    “Why?”
    That wandering,
    unanswered question,
    a syllable that lingers long
    into the distance,
    so uncertain,
    unsure,
    unfulfilled.

    I could utter this word,
    this sound into the future,
    allowing it to precede
    my sure footing, my beginnings.

    I could cleanse the
    ease and order,
    the pride and circumstance,
    which comes with knowing
    why it is that certainty lives in the
    way that I now prance,

    the true knowing I hold
    in the once-tentative footings
    in my Land of Inbetween
    where I fumbled
    and floundered,
    until I found my grounding
    and then my ascension
    into sureness
    and forever
    which can be quietly seen
    yet boisterously heard.

    Need not have I for
    questioning any longer,
    yearning, calling forth
    for answers from
    the gloom,

    how did my moments
    become so fulfilled
    and imbued with personal power?

    Why? With knowing myself –
    it didn’t happen in mere hours.

    Becoming wiser through
    past moments,
    through histories,
    Life reflects what I
    have learned,

    I rest my head,
    I’m done,
    I’ve cherished those
    Why, Why, Why’s,
    self-indulgent enough,
    I wave them goodbye.
    Forever?
    I am sure.

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    Previous Post: ‘Trusted Intentions’ – 04/06/21

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  • Prose: Trusted Intentions – 04/06/21

    Prose: Trusted Intentions – 04/06/21

    I trust my intentions; they’re soft, gentle, and pure, I only wish for goodness now, swipe away ill meanings and discord, of which nothing useful can come or be pure. Wanting the best for others, even if they have caused hurt, well, this takes character, and really – dutiful practice, so devout.

    One may speak cruelly of others in the heated moments of distress, but clear up the anger felt, said, hurled, and meant — nobody is perfect, everyone has at least one fault, it’s not their problem to always to manage those imperfections now. But there should be an acknowledgement, and at least a want for future change, sometimes that’s all that can be provided, a truthful manner of saving grace.

    Because when hurt is projected, it thereby reflects an error in judgement; it’s right, well and good to protect oneself, but know where others have been, their current plight, where they stand, where they stood. I’m not suggesting one should excuse all bad behaviour, but what I am saying is to reconsider, have sympathy, some people will, won’t, can’t, do not know how, or if they are meant to or should change, and if they are to remain, sometimes present behaviours simply have to be excused, to ‘be’, until they’re hopefully unlearned, from their future repertoire, unsaved.

    It’s up to you to decide whether you will take a gamble and either temporarily – or maybe eternally – tolerate these lacked charms, whether they cloud your judgement, your perception of the person you see, and whether they will or won’t change, develop, prosper, and learn.

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  • Prose: Attraction – So Sweetly – 03/06/21

    Prose: Attraction – So Sweetly – 03/06/21

    The wind is howling; dashing gentlemen have gone away. Perturbed though I am, I do not wish they could have stayed. For their presence was an encumbrance, they meddled with my mind, seems boisterous to determine, my disinterest easy enough to find. I wish I could have run screaming, through the fields, because I was not made for manufactured love, bottled, predated, stamped illegally as a pull, begrudgingly made a deal.

    There is no direction to be gleaned or sought after in a land of falsifications, damaged connections from the very beginning. And they terrified me so, I need firm structures, my mind stages, my personal growth, I did not need the round of dastardly gentlemen to approach and then court me — they’re unknowns.

    I have my own energy, I breathe off each moment of respiration, counterfeit love potions become annihilations, and winding on the pavement it is easy enough to see, who has learned I’m not to meant to wed, to love, maintain, to be, unless it is freely?

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  • Poem: The Keyhole – 03/06/21

    Poem: The Keyhole – 03/06/21

    There is no thought involved
    to access personal wisdom,
    inhale, exhale,
    irreversible – the accessible?
    No.
    Align with your Incredible.

    Enter into the keyhole
    which guards secrets within,
    past those pearled gates,
    access is possible
    if you meditate and ruminate freely.

    If anything arises
    which impedes your process,
    understand that to move forward
    we should adopt the most relaxed
    manner we can,
    remembering we are blessed.

    No tiresome inabilities
    to achieve or gain,
    ignorance, excuses,
    no longer bear pain.

    Enlivening the memories
    without acting as though
    it’s a task,
    better still, receive,
    receive, understand
    the captured worthiness,
    watch it grow,
    self-growth at full mast.

    It may seem beyond our knowledge
    that this circle of wisdom
    can extend,
    allowing for flow,
    for brightness,
    amazing this power within you
    as it attends, and you comprehend.

    Because every part of me
    I have come to properly learn,
    it is my heart which connects,
    makes pathways,
    from my memory pool to see,
    then discern,

    knowing now I’m truly
    better off on my own,
    I must be firm and capable
    at standing and walking
    confidently, alone.

    Accompanied at times only by
    those who listen, share, and support,
    a circle of trust,
    a personal cohort.

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    Previous Post: ‘At What Cost?’ – 02/06/21

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  • Poem: At What Cost? – 02/06/21

    Poem: At What Cost? – 02/06/21

    I am mesmerised,
    I am amazed by the
    opportunities available,
    a contented smile decorates my lips,
    eyes sparkling like
    popped champagne bubbles,
    they dart up and within my irises,
    each glimmer,
    every speckle breathes life
    between the silences
    which exist amidst
    peeps of delight —
    the night, the night,
    knows well of these.

    Let us come together,
    watch, wait and learn
    at the processes,
    they’re harmless, yes?
    You know nothing of the
    consequence of these,
    there’s burgeoning duress,

    but understand completely
    your wish to know
    of the debt –
    there’s no investment without intent,
    unwilling to unashamedly make amends.

    And the truth is,
    the source of this is,
    I, I have ceased to care,
    oblivious to obvious moments,
    I should have been wide-eyed, wide-open,
    but I refuse to deplore,
    a learning curve, of sorts;
    god damn, I’ve actually learned,
    not simply preconceived notions and returning,
    those mistakes, those behaviours,
    a dulled, boring blur.

    Better leave the moments as they are,
    inert, unmoving, unspoken words.

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  • Prose: Journey to the Light – 01/06/21

    Prose: Journey to the Light – 01/06/21

    Allow me to gambol, to rise with positive growth – what a goal this is, this moment of truth in itself. It will truly show and detail, I place myself in the right, waltz outrageously and joyfully, inextricably into the night. There is nothing to fear in the darkness; I am strong, safe, no one is hunting, no search for vulnerabilities, gaps, chinks in the armour, when unsubstantiated evidence can breathe and easily flee.

    My journey to the light is an intention, a focusing of comprehension, the knowing, that being in dimness is not frightening, but character-building. For, if I cannot see with my own two eyes, I must be guided by head and heart, arms are my feelers, they stiffen, reach forth. I fumble in the darkness some more.

    Vigorously, I wave my hands this way, that, coming across nothing, perhaps I’m in a room that’s empty and bereft of anything negative, of any prior circumstance I shall not share its air, nor breath – I am miraculously understanding this inner light which is guiding me from my interior, and realising now what it means to me.

    Covered with a fine veil, the area of inner light peeks through dotted lace: a shroud of sorts to a monument, I am attending to this – my loved ones, so proud. I’m relaxed, with my strength, with my desire to do good for the world, myself, others, I am, I may be engulfed by darkness currently, but I am led by my brightness within, in and of itself.

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  • Poem: Seems As Though – 31/05/21

    Poem: Seems As Though – 31/05/21

    It seems as though my presence
    isn’t viewed as a present,
    but rather an unwanted hindrance –
    I’ll vacate the present premises.

    No longer take up space
    within the mind,
    I will walk away with zeal off to a space
    where my company’s wanted,
    with enjoyment and laughter
    again easy to find.

    It’s not difficult to feel
    the arisen tension melting away,
    when I can distance myself from
    the words and blame
    from another,
    it is their argument’s sake.

    Funny how repeat-offending
    goes by the book,
    when moral constructs broke,
    and rule-breaking occurred
    without a second look,

    Parade all the upsets which
    speak unto thy soul,
    but I won’t catch hold,
    carry the wind of it,
    now leaves —

    watch the wind wash,
    autumn hues
    drift and fall.

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