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  • evolution – 01/11/21

    evolution – 01/11/21

    time honoured traditions
    how I carry them on board
    deep within the recesses of my memory
    within my heart,
    it’s sure,
    warble yet for the things which I care for
    damsel in distress I am not
    because I am in control.

    smilingly and coyly, I take in the scene
    what is before me
    oh, how I love to dream,
    appreciating what is mine and what will be yours
    knowing that happiness is the source of all these things

    enlightenment comes in many forms,
    which form is yours?
    where is the charm in knowing which will highest, soar,
    with the moment, with the memories of what has
    come to past,
    what I need is the love, the love to continue, right,
    to last…

    with a grip of death-like stability
    I reach onto the relaxing scene
    for my mind allows me to be there,
    know there,
    understand there is something
    which is as lustrous and glimmering
    as mermaid hair,

    and carry on until the ending
    for it will never be reached
    because I am constantly evolving,
    I have made sure of this.
    (01/11/21)

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  • Poem: Evolution – 11/05/21

    Poem: Evolution – 11/05/21

    Evolution, absolution,
    ammunition, contradiction.

    I’m expected to pick among shreds of dignity
    like a seed-starved hen,
    in the hopes of finding something
    worthy of contrition,

    but this ‘matter’ won’t be absolved
    with a preposterous predilection,
    words like a loaded gun,
    emotional hostage,
    a ‘Stockholm’ situation.

    Grew on you
    then pretences wore away,
    derelict thoughts
    like aching mental chasms,
    which could have lasted for days,

    in situ but the
    prognosis is not sweet,
    barrel away, barrel away,
    escaped with barely
    a decent peep.

    Realisation, dumbfounded,
    shreds of my armour became loose,
    gaping holes,
    barely hanging,

    shine unto the world as
    you once shone unto them,
    I tell myself my truths,
    while I acknowledge their ruse,

    these perils were only permitted
    by willingness and weakened defences —
    and I won’t be that type of person again,
    I will begin again, anew.

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