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  • Prose: River of Consciousness – 15/09/21

    Prose: River of Consciousness – 15/09/21

    I feel the river of consciousness flowing, the flow of ethereal joy growing, and the prism of light shine and increase within me, a quiet sense of knowing. Knowledge that life will continue to improve, it is with focus and intent that I’m aware I’ll keep this view, with positivity, an ample amount, enough to dampen any sense of fear or doubt, in myself I have trust and the knowledge that to myself and close others, I will be able to remain devout. There can be occasions when I wonder, have I strayed from the righteous path, was there something awry I performed, or have I mistrusted, an inability to inadequately and naively discern, when really I should have upped and away without a goodbye, from past experiences, perhaps still never having learnt. And the truth of the matter is that often there are circumstances which call for the separation of one from another, without occasion, without proper rhyme or explained reason, for the state of the spirit, it is required to be done, to be gone away from them, without a single word. Their hearts, once appearing warm, have turned cruel and unkind, perhaps self-serving, in a short time. Others, certain types, will be afforded soft explanations, but these may be few and far in between, sometimes nothing is warranted but a deft ascension. A momentous breaking, of a declared separation, of something that turned out to be a farcical and unwarranted, something only aiding a certain type of them. And now, as I listen to quiet flow, of gentle meditations, I know that everything will be fine, for I am allowing this to be so, in subtle time. The tick-ticking of the two room clocks no longer perturbs, but sets a gentle precedence for one another, incorrect in a way, but right in a type of odd style. As though falling into each other, meant to be there for every second for one another, endless, ongoing, with stoic fervour. Isn’t it nice when we are here for one another? A calming click-click, as the seconds tick unevenly with the softened music within my ears makes me calm, flow with the river as I speak from my spirit within, rolling out with words to speak, not with anger, not with a din, with a wave upon wave of undulating rings.

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  • Poem: Soulful Sky-Blue – 14/09/21

    Poem: Soulful Sky-Blue – 14/09/21

    The colour of his soul is sky-blue,
    visceral, with tinges of mottled red.
    I view him from an angle of security,
    I know more of him than others have dared to have said or can see.
    For there is more beneath the surface
    of his scruffy-haired expressions, soft words, gentle whimsical looks,
    I know more of him than many could ever ascertain,
    I know so much more, of truth’s revelation I feel I have to refrain,
    to not heed nor allow another intrinsic, curious look.

    I know of him intimately, referencing not the physical sense, no,
    but more in the manner of what his spirit longs for,
    the tunes of his heart and soul,
    the innate values disguised beneath a metamorphic
    view of kaleidoscopic arrangement,
    the colour scheme as bright as day,
    as least to me,
    this is what I’ll dare say.

    To the public, he is but a member of society
    who skulks about with the most nondescript of ease,
    but to me, I know the internal rhythmics of his energies,
    and deep within, I know there is something to treasure,
    something which needs the space to breathe.
    A reasoning, a soft-hued timbre, a melody of parched sorts
    calling for just that little bit of extra personal energy,
    a tending to, like a sunflower that struggles with his innate ability
    to rise forth, just needing some encouragement,
    I would guide if I felt it right, if this were meant to be.

    But somehow, maybe that path has been long-trodden,
    and feelings surfaced should really, perhaps, be forgotten,
    I do not know whether nurturing something lost
    that’s resurfacing should be nursed back to life again,
    but all I know, I know, is his soul is sky-blue,
    the sky-blue of an innocent heaven.
    Shall I dance and delve into this shade again?

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  • Poem: Wanderer – 12/09/21

    Poem: Wanderer – 12/09/21

    Open arms found in this wide world of mine,
    delicately and excitedly they’ve welcomed me in.
    I’m thankful for the support, friendship, and more,
    each morning or evening, my comrades’ words I can explore.
    Their thoughts, laid upon the screen, bright, blinking,
    I take them in,
    ascertaining deeper meaning, truth-seeking,
    prisms of depth and reasoning,
    wondrous intentions blossoming.

    There may be others lurking with disinterest,
    or malice planned, or already committed,
    but these types of soldiers are unworthy of connection,
    for loving souls, I am already surrounded by them,
    they lift me up, they carry me with strong arms,
    watch over with careful eyes,
    speak with wise words,
    and tumbling aside from the noises,
    the unwanted sounds all around,
    until I am away with my party of many,
    wondrous precious crowd,
    only positivity is allowed.  

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    Previous Post: Thy Inner Truths – 11/09/21

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  • Poem: Thy Inner Truths – 11/09/21

    Poem: Thy Inner Truths – 11/09/21

    Awakening thy inner truths,
    beauty present,
    spiritual proof,
    the internal reservoirs of light,
    make infinite truth anything but a plight.

    Causes within and visions yours,
    counteract the substance of irrelevant facts,
    cast forth through the shrouded clouds,
    airy mysteries,
    intelligence, wonder, determining that which
    we seek.

    What is before my very eyes
    is circumstance, crimson red,
    but unfaltering yet,
    a bold vivid view for my heart
    to contemplate upon,
    run from the pastels, into the beat
    of another’s drum.

    And here will the rhythmic data align,
    linear,
    rich cobalt, emeralds too,
    enriched with understanding of linked truths,
    brighten the mindset, for I know what to do.

    I shall not carry on with anything but
    positive intent,
    bringing down the deceit and decimation
    disingenuous song spent,
    for deep inside I hear a calling,
    the sparkling of my morning,
    a yearning, a hoping,
    a certain reverent knowing.

    Trust not the tide of others’ wisdoms
    but find that of your own,
    I have searched high and low and I’m still
    learning how to trust, and love,
    and when push comes to an
    irreverent shove,
    and a playful side is shown,
    I will counteract that airy, floaty substance with
    something more like my own.

    My spirit, it will shine,
    it will take on the strength of truths imbued,
    I will be able to be read like a book,
    but in terms of knowledge, it is a wanted view.
    I know that delving into one’s psyche
    is not always preferable for him, nor she,
    whomever these people prove to be,

    but, I dare to explore,
    I dare to unwind,
    the visions, the moments,
    the arcs and spikes in my mind,
    until I become better in myself,
    analysis, truth be told,
    is better with maturity,
    one of the perks of growing old.

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  • Poem: Particular Reason – 11/09/21

    Poem: Particular Reason – 11/09/21

    Are you caught in the past,
    or occupied in the future?
    One needs to exist in the present moment,
    become your personal teacher,
    for in this state of being you will learn
    something inherently deeper
    than the quiet understanding already grasped;
    one needs not their own preacher.

    Existing as an individual,
    not one of a pair, simple two,
    becoming stronger with every moment,
    wiping away past assertions of “truth”,
    for this notion, this validity you are searching for,
    tell yourself there’s more to life
    than being attached, feeling gleans,
    independence is what should be seen,
    mutual connection perhaps a future must,
    irreverent, irreverent light streams.

    But trust is the catalysis that makes this
    formula relevant,
    what exceptions should there be to behold
    should irrelevancies be logged,
    shown, told,
    let us not acknowledge the voice of a particular reason,
    there is momentum in the smoking gun,
    of amazingly righteous treason.

    Perhaps personal betrayal means nothing to them.
    Let us relish the inevitable dealing of karmic retribution.

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  • Poem: Blessed Scene – 10/09/21

    Poem: Blessed Scene – 10/09/21

    The garden’s greenery embraces me,
    wonder seen, euphoria breathed,
    chest heaving, visions to believe in,
    bountiful Earth entities, flickering leaves, reaching twigs,
    encroaching branches,
    to my life, they have been given.

    I marvel at the sights all around,
    the gentle wisp of accompanying windy sounds,
    the soft gusts here and there
    which spread subtle fragrance in the air,
    it is without a care that I exist in this land,
    sitting in my stained oak outside chair,
    and wondering to myself,
    what did I do to deserve this,
    sights and sounds,
    perfection everywhere?

    The twittering of distant birds,
    and soft automobile travels,
    off for a lark?
    Unlikely, in this world climate,
    but still we live to have a laugh,
    or at least smile, appreciating Nature’s
    work of art,
    knowingly or unknowingly,
    I will continue to exist within this breeze
    of intent,
    goddess or gods’ efforts well spent,
    as they bluster now,
    heavier, more breeze,
    but effervescent, it’s as though bubbles of brightness
    are purposeful, here, and well-meant.

    I relax back now,
    adoring the visions some more,
    brightness shines in my eyes,
    greenery and hues of natural rainbows,
    even artificial hues do not bore,
    colour schemes and blustering trees,
    whistling, wonder what’s transported in spirit
    between those leaves?
    Blessed am I indeed
    to have this scene all for me.

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    Previous Post: For The Rain – 08/09/21

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  • Poem: For the Rain – 08/09/21

    Poem: For the Rain – 08/09/21

    I pray for our future,
    I pray for the rain,
    the scent upon our once-dry shoulders
    smouldering us,
    yet from angry cloud formations
    we edge away in vain,
    but because we are prone,
    prone to the stares of youth,
    we smile, and we grin to ourselves
    for we know the whole truth.

    The motley group stands and witnesses
    as we dance ourselves silly
    in the pelting rain
    and howling breeze,
    no longer encumbered by past holdings of
    circumstance and desire to cower,
    wind whistles between gapped thighs and knees,
    this is our rain dance,
    feel the shower.

    Our power lies within our ability
    to receive,
    from God’s land we will cherish
    what has been given to us,
    indeed
    we will accumulate the raindrops,
    water stores
    they drench us,
    replenish us,
    we grin and cackle together,
    so much joy,
    so much, galore,
    so much more in store.

    The youth stand and stare;
    they do not understand,
    how we, as old souls are apparently
    going mad,
    but we are embracing all that is
    being given to us,
    Nature in her surety is paddling her wings
    among the skyward lake for us,
    you see.

    So, darlings, my youthful obstructions,
    you wonderful beings who cannot understand
    our appreciative actions,
    wonder not at our ability to shine,
    amid the turbulent wind pattern and rain,
    but rather watch us embrace all that Mother Nature is willing to give,
    she provides to us,
    she cleanses us,
    cleanses me,
    we are amazed.

    This feeling is one in which
    I love to revel in,
    we shall continue appreciating for many
    forthcoming days.

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  • Poem: Sentiments – 07/09/21

    Poem: Sentiments – 07/09/21

    A tirade inside
    flows with voluptuous sentiment
    from the lips of one
    blue in the face,
    feelings of entitlement,
    the inability to quieten down the torment,
    or seemingly distract oneself from something
    deep within, and dormant.

    Treasure not those memories,
    incorrectly saved,
    interpreted experiences disgust for
    another day,
    allow the truths to come forth,
    blatant, flooding like a river,
    still,
    discomfort at knowing
    that there was something awry,
    rest upon the windowsill,
    glance away at the wanton Moon.

    The voices within the soul,
    reside in the mind of cracked cranium,
    a wonder that the bravery is not part of them,
    displayed with justice, observed with hope,
    their pathway can be traipsed around all
    one likes,
    but without intention what is the point
    in delving into the complexities of things,
    of their mind,
    when there’s nothing positive or learned to see?

    Diatribes now,
    deranged, delinquency,
    causing curses upon everyone close to me,
    me? Where do I come in the journey,
    I’ve not been ropable for a while,
    until now, until this very moment,
    I will dismount my stallion, golden horse,
    and wipe away the negatives, the undesirable durations,
    others’ sad inability to change.

    I will converge, I will create, I will continue
    to rid this world of hate,
    for what is done when I’ve performed my will?
    What shall we be left with?
    For services, please apply through the mail.

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  • Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

    Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

    My confidence in self-expression,
    I don’t care for looks of derision,
    curious undertakings,
    the strangers I sometimes catch glancing,
    I wear my big heavy boots with pride,
    wear dark makeup all I like,
    I dress how I want without hindrance,
    it may seem to others a small decision.

    But I am being bold, letting my choices
    break the mould,
    I don’t care for judgements or disapproval,
    my approval is the only type I need to view.
    Being confident in myself used to be much of
    a chore,
    for I dressed, presented in ways
    that called for attention, of other’s approval
    I did implore.

    Nowadays, I please myself, yearning I am not
    to be noticed and accepted for someone that I
    really was not,
    no longer clothed in garb that screamed for their eyes,
    bare naked skin,
    exposed legs, soft thighs.
    I walk the streets and shops in elaborate heavy boots,
    shiny accessories,
    caring not for looks of affection,
    I express in my own style,
    it may glean attention,
    but it’s not doing so
    for the most incorrect of reasons.

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  • Micropoetry: Visions and Proof – 06/09/21

    Micropoetry: Visions and Proof – 06/09/21

    pray for the wisdom,
    for the strength to view the truth,
    now what’s here before your eyes
    and really is ultimately sheer proof,
    an enlightening of visions within the soul,
    reflected in our orbs’ mirrors,
    feel the heartbeats within me,
    wouldn’t you, didn’t you know?
    understanding that we all
    have tales,
    winding, rivers of secrecy
    and shires to explore?
    but these are to no avail.
    sometimes they’re better left untouched,
    unasked,
    unexplored,
    allow the breaths of yesteryears
    remain quietened,
    if they happen to speak?
    best they’re ignored.
    we all benefit from personal growth
    and mistakes if we treat them well,
    didn’t you already know?

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