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  • Prose: The Message, Unheard – 06/09/21

    Prose: The Message, Unheard – 06/09/21

    Words unfold upon my screen, toppling, clamouring over themselves, fighting to be seen.
    I’m important,
    no, my message is of the utmost importance,
    let me be heard,
    while the most relevant one relaxes away, folded arms.

    Its words are the most likely to go unnoticed; its is the voice of reason, the truth you don’t want to see, but it lingers, to the side, presence important, but not impinging. Just there, whiling away time, until you become most aware.

    It is the truth that, once realised, you wish to deny, for accepting it, and following through with action will only lead to temporary suffering, and really, who wants this now? Who needs pain, even if it only lasts for a version of ‘now’? But what I must come to terms with, is that the behaviours I’m experiencing, being exposed to, are exceedingly on repeat, with only mere weeks of interlude. The same insistent melody cranking in strange intonations that ultimately are the same cacophony. And can I live with this pattern my entire life, should I endure the same tired push?

    The Message smirks at me from the side, its curled upper lip making me uncomfortable, wanting to run and hide, for if I squirm away now, I can ignore the obvious path ahead, and I won’t need to encounter it. I can deal with excuses, revelations away from the Message’s thread. Then I won’t need to lie in bed pondering how the future will be, if I take this step, make this step, because I haven’t been able to cease that cacophony. The melody, discordant though relevant, which made me feel good, but in the end, was only for another end to be achieved.

    And I know this, knew this, always can see, but receive with casual measures, never openly giving in return because, I don’t play games of affection, with insistent interjection, impinging on one’s direction, I need to cease the received indelicate actions. Is it time to finally learn? That there is no improvement, no learning from my words. There is no ceasing of expectation, lingering there, the Message needs to be heard. I pull my socks high, place my feet into my boots, stridently meet the Message, face its obvious truths. I lean in to one side, allow it to whisper its keen observations. With pride, it straightens its back, chest thrown forward, it has been heard, has been acknowledged, that is a fact. My expression, stunned, I have been made aware of what to do. Whether I choose to use its knowledge or not, is up to me to choose…
     
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  • Poem: Beautiful Soul Knowledge – 04/09/21

    Poem: Beautiful Soul Knowledge – 04/09/21

    It is a part of me,
    my choice of which to give,
    openly or freely,
    absolutely willingly,
    the freedom of positivity,
    the decision to make amends,
    correct that abstract thought pattern,
    that negative plane doesn’t befit
    my type of Earth,

    but instead

    I will reach within,
    grasp, grapple, with whatever
    there is to see,
    a part of me is becoming courageous,
    and knowing,
    and I love to be encouraging,
    and I will speak with kindness not only
    to others,
    but also to myself,
    inside, outside,
    directness, shooting internally,
    the truths, the prisms of light
    my heart has been seeking,

    that quiet knowing,
    understanding,
    softness,
    whispering,
    the gentleness of caressing,
    those plaintive words
    that say I am amazing
    without being embarrassed
    or thinking I’m immodest,
    but knowing and appreciating myself
    for me,

    Can you truly do the same for yourself?
    looking deep inside,
    my words, my trust in you,
    can you believe?
    Can you see?

    The amazing person that you’ve grown
    to be,
    the wondrous specimen of humanity that
    is becoming more,
    each breath you grow,
    enormously in your soul,
    your spirit,
    if you choose the growth pattern to be,

    and now I’ll tell you,
    you’re on the right path,
    keep searching,
    like I keep seeking,
    to know myself,
    know yourself,
    finally, truly, at last.

    Ask yourself, are you ready to manifest,
    are you prepared to succeed?
    Feel relief in knowing
    I believe in you,
    just as I believe in the beauty of the whistling wind
    weaving through the trees,
    the setting sun with his
    beautiful dance on the horizon –

    imagine now what it feels like
    to be engulfed by the senses,
    overwhelmed and feeling everything wondrous,
    and realise, you’re already travelling
    this long and winding road,
    if you’re with me,
    take my hand,
    and we’ll travel together,
    becoming wiser as we learn and know.

    Soul paths and kindred spirits,
    truth unwinds,
    heavenly beings watch as we grow,
    wisdom and experiences intertwine.

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  • Poem: Breathe Freely – 04/09/21

    Poem: Breathe Freely – 04/09/21

    I woke up today with this feeling
    improvements are coming my way.
    I roused today with this knowledge
    amid the blustering breeze
    gritty cares will be transported away.
    I am aware now
    that I am stronger,
    as I grow
    irreverent words pool,
    tide carries them to sand and soil, away,
    angelic beats of beauties in
    expiring melted snow
    heralding a new era,
    trumpets to ears —
    nothing much left to say,
    but, I was forthcoming,
    I severed a tie,
    temporarily it must be,
    unless truth, future and beauty
    cause the past to decay,
    and a lifelong extension may be necessary
    in order for me to freely breathe.  

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  • Poem: Arrival – 02/09/21

    Poem: Arrival – 02/09/21

    Bass throbs, soulful beings,
    sends hope forth, ecstasy springing,
    accumulative movements,
    dance, stomp, flow, singing,
    heavenly brightness, utterly amazing.

    Grinning, growing, flowing,
    feeding the memories with presence
    of mind growing,
    understanding not of false currencies,
    but true depth, the priceless act of self-knowledge.

    Enrichment of beat, melody, beat, flow,
    watch all breathe together,
    exist, inhale, delving powerful unknowns,
    fluidity of momentum,
    yet treble and bass must war as one,
    disharmonious then tacit agreement
    portentous enlightenment ne’er come undone.   

    Now, follow the music for
    your own vivid truths,
    enriched understanding,
    crimson red, deep blue infused,
    dance to the flow and rhythm of
    your own unique path,
    you’ll arrive,
    you’ve arrived,
    finally, at long last.  

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  • Poem: Enchanting – 31/08/21

    Poem: Enchanting – 31/08/21

    Visions beam, no visions blurred,
    enchanting be thy presence,
    welcome, my essence yours,
    entitled though the path once
    it might have seemed,
    bewilderment now as far as breath
    can be heaved.

    Pounding, irreverent,
    knocking at my door,
    ask permission?
    I insist you implore,
    wondering yet not at the soft curls
    upon my head,
    cascading down gentle curvatures,
    have I made my tired bed?

    I toss and turn in the night,
    nothing seems right,
    but in the distance I view something glisten,
    where hope forth does spring,
    listen…

    I’m excitable, not for tirades,
    but for what tomorrow may, will, might bring,
    dig deep, I tell myself,
    then a pause,
    complications await,
    none of this can be.
    My spirit, relentless, will still soar,
    regardless of the circumstance,
    I’ll fly with ease of modality, so free,
    consciousness, streams more and more.

    Await, await
    in my clouded dreams,
    visions pure, warmth assured,
    bring this to me,
    a powerful undertaking,
    a pull beneath the surface,
    wanton deliverance?
    No, I possess a different type
    of ethereal substance.  
    Or so it seems…
    a gentle knocking at my door.

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  • Micropoetry: Vines – 30/09/21

    Micropoetry: Vines – 30/09/21

    Open up your heart,
    the chambers accentuate the echoing
    of you, as a work of art.
    Feel the rhythm, feel the pulse,
    from your head down to your tips of toes,
    meanwhile, strands of wisdom intertwine with visions
    of welcoming loving times
    recollected by a mind full of experiences,
    weaving like thoughtful caressing vines.

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  • Poem: Rain Dance – 29/08/21

    Poem: Rain Dance – 29/08/21

    Though the clouds are heavy with sadness,
    I look to them not with madness,
    but with joy, irreverent laughter
    and thrown wide open arms.

    Calling them,
    cajoling them,
    to gush forth with their tears
    so I can dance away ‘neath their offerings,
    jive away my encumbering fears.

    We won’t be held inside forever,
    we won’t be made to rot,
    we won’t be isolated, friends and extended family
    far from us,
    look to the future, misery it is not.

    When the clouds break into their grumblings,
    their downpour speaking of their expelled sufferings,
    I will stay washed all squeaky-clean in morning,
    falling, I view joyous watery callings.

    It’s all in the perspective, is it not?
    I view their drops with mirth,
    for I love to dance and I love to fly among
    the puddles made of liquified dirt.

    Optimism for our future,
    lockdown won’t last for life,
    embracing the spirit of the watery clouds,
    underneath the pitter-patter I feel so alive.

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  • Poem: Prosperous Knowing – 28/08/21

    Poem: Prosperous Knowing – 28/08/21

    While there may be times,
    occasions,
    where our world eases it way out of a desired page,
    when the messages sent our way are not the type
    that we would want to have saved,
    why, we wonder, is our pathway so twisted,
    so many offshoots for us to forcibly explore?
    I’ll tell you this,
    we must map this path stridently,
    assuredly capture it as ours.

    Do not wander down garden paths
    that seem too delectable to be,
    neither stride down avenues that tempt and tease
    with outrageously perfect dreams,
    for life requires us to work, and work hard,
    and the blessings that are granted to us,
    we will accept them with open arms.

    Understand the wisdom we encapsulate
    while struggling and experiencing ease of flowing,
    momentous knowing in that we are not
    limited by our past incorrect understandings,
    moving into one path, one street,
    one highway, with prosperous thinking,
    I enable myself with wandering and openly flowing,
    how will you carry yourself in that path you are at last knowing?
    With beauty of inner understanding?
    Or proud stature, stately knowing?

    While we are complete the way that we are,
    there is always room for improvements,
    in the manner that I know we are capable of,
    personal growth, consciousness, our development,
    soul journeying as we’d never known it.
    Now’s the time for us to find it,
    for this mission, this power,
    for us to embrace and enable it.  

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  • Micropoetry: A Tremulous Tribute – 28/08/21

    Micropoetry: A Tremulous Tribute – 28/08/21

    disarming intimacy
    so comfortable to let him in
    conversations about everything
    emotional closeness
    no need for physicality
    feel the heartbeats through our laughter
    ponder-patter irreverent chatter
    knowing that to him, my voice does matter.
    accepting our trysts
    of personal powers
    so far yet so close
    feel our united pulse
    warbling and smiling with ease
    the past doesn’t determine
    we playfully tease
    building a stronger bond
    through wonderful rapport
    knowing should I falter
    he’ll help me seize these oars.

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  • Poem: Amalgamation of Intention – 27/08/21

    Poem: Amalgamation of Intention – 27/08/21

    Being aware of the signs,
    the euphoria,
    the joy of the times,
    the expansive brightened
    colours as they present
    while my soul begins
    to delve.

    The natural high
    developed into true knowledge
    via life, nevermore shall I worry
    about contemplation, nor irreverent Strife!
    I’ll pluck from the heavens
    amongst the amalgamating
    cloud patterns,
    an internal direction
    flows as I breathe with
    my dreams,
    absorb their intent,
    my gorgeous search
    for the rest of them.
     
    For, I am in alignment
    with my path,
    a seismic shifting
    after tumult,
    I’ve reached this point at last,
    wanting to give back
    to the world,
    cease to take,
    those times,
    selfish duration,
    it seems I currently have
    much to give, as of late!

    My direction makes
    light work of human aid,
    being able to provide,
    a listening ear,
    aware eyes,
    soft voice,
    gentle nature on display
    melding into the finest of days.

    My light and intention,
    true desire to provide,
    assist,
    give,
    such satisfaction achieved
    in my heart and theirs
    as we freely smile and breathe.

    It’s as though I needed
    to assert these thoughts,
    jot them down,
    recited, no longer
    internally heard,
    a vow to humanity,
    a truth of personal bliss,
    to give to humankind,
    expansion of love,
    the truest way to live.

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