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Poem: this i do attest – 21/12/21
nurturing the wonder within though feeling
the danger in the abdomen
the fleshy goodness the soft decision
the wondering the knowing
what’s right for myself or them
I don’t know how to express these thoughts
without knowing
knowing that there was an urge
but its peeled away now as though designed by trial
and signing away my signature
my life with my raven pen
shall I defend my honour
or allow it to expend?
they are yet to exist though they’re on this plane
ethereal beings awaiting to be named
I sing to their honour I know they will shine
their existence is not a myth –
I will prove this without any trysts and yet…
the magic is deep within me
these beings they shine bright.
shall I name them
as Beauty and Delight
or Inspiration and Creativity?
do not slay them
my heart, you’ll kill me
if they are to go
I must exit stage left,
this I do attest.
The matter of the hemisphere
within my mind
why, I carry this orb, I ride with it, trident, merman, styled
in lusty arms?
his arms embrace, his form envelopes
my heart doth so race,
rabid be the entity that carries me away with haste.
I am tumultuous I am the fervent style that whiles away
in your den
scribbling away with pen and pad
while he looks down his nose,
smile, condescend,
you did not make me,
you broke me and now I prove to thee
that I am repaired beyond any other misgiving
my honour you need never dare defend.
(21/12/21)
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poem: wonder – 20/12/21
I don’t wonder about the beauty of the moonlight
I never question the luminosity of the stars
what they mean when they’re together
burning up in arms
I don’t want to see them fall shoot across the sky
because they’re already perfection in stationary
twinkling searing being
diamonds slicing the serenity of my eyes as I gaze
into the epiphanies of my solar tides
I can be without existing so it seems
in this world, creation of myself
affirmations I use as treatment
my words treasure
the ephemeral nights lit by haunting future days
I sing for my sanity
I rise for my delirium
I call to the moon for his approval
but he speaks not
simply shines fortuitously
with serenity
a kind of all-knowing telling me that
everything is going to be as I desire
as I hope for
this coming hour I will feel the tides
the shifting within the voids of the night
and dance within the intents –
my soul utters
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Poem: i will wait – 19/12/21
I wait for that moment when hearts will rise and beauty
will glisten in both sets of eyes
watching from afar away from my form
I feel subtleties stiffen news break soft damn
hands held in manner of peaked prism
saying darling what you are thinking
and I smile with little spurts of healing
like a volcano rushes with ominous pace
it travels there
weaving and styling in its sleek attitude
he shows that there is not barrenness there
his intent I can always taste
as though thick molasses
syrupy tempting goodness
knowing to have it is not worth it
but the memory of the taste, well,
I cannot dress myself the feeling
the dirtiness of the heady experience,
living with his intentions upon my back
I cannot help but know there’ll be many
more of them and I cannot help
cannot detail the anger which comes
from being managed
so
this magma bearer
can move on
unlock that pick
that love-locket along the creek’s bridge
we tried friendship before
really did
like vapour evaporates so easily
there dissipated our love .
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Poem: the swaying violinist – 17/12/21
as I sit by the fireplace I wonder,
what is the occasion we are all searching for?
the virtuosic line of violin sweeping the pavement and
rising with dear dear sentiment
vibrato so wide and with dissent with disapproval
the other turns down his smile and walks away
he does not like this piece
this celebration of mine
a joyous showiness filled with mirth and grins and sways and swings
trip-lett-ing –
flautando then glissing
falling falling for him as he walks from my view
this mistake this mistake I’m putting myself through
but it’s fine, it’s permissible, to fall for the wrong man
for at times we can wine and dine ourselves with our
superficial charms and demands
up in arms are we when he and I waltz together
myself him and that violin we are tiptoeing
we are prance-footing
to the beat to the beat which is spread with the most ravenous of ease,
to please the soloist we must make amends
and allow for its treatment to be stretched
it’s a show, you see,
and he must turn and face me.
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Poem: by the gods I have been blessed – 15/12/21
the gods have blessed me here today
and I could not be any more grateful
I present myself open arms tongue-tied
fumbling for the right words to speak
so thankful that I have been given this redemption
this ability for reprieve
for soul reflection
for ascension
I feel my spirit begin to detach and surround itself
around my very corporeal being
enlightening my mind, freeing me from suffering
there’s nothing to gain from retrieval of memories
from ill historical and former focusing
their blatant latent effect upon my cerebral and synapses
firing in a manner so repetitively tiring
my emotions couldn’t bear the calling,
the calling oh, how I begged for their stalling
and now, momentous is this portion of the night
my essence is detached yet still intact
surrounding my body like a breath like its very own fog
an aura of mist and coolness is this what ethereal spirit be?
I look to the skies and there is nothing nothing but me to see
I surround this room I breathe myself in
peculiar this moment be
but I give in to the strangeness I allow it to take me in
and suddenly I become at one with this misty translucent sea
the gods have blessed me
I’m freeing myself from the defunct thoughts
the degenerative memories which assisted me naught
I have and will continue to move forward
I surround myself, how obscure, how strange,
but in this instance, it feels like odd perfection,
to know that at least, my corporeal being by this spirit
is being saved.
I can protect myself in a manner so cloaked and sheathed
not even the most perceptive will view my soul
for this spirit, this liveliness, my hope,
has continued to grow and grow
with time, with accentuation, with acceptance that
this life is something to embrace, not complain or be
pessimistic about,
I spent so many years in that negative degenerative haze,
ungrateful state and years of sickeningly unwell mental health –
I almost could not be saved
but
I complain not for I have lived those years
gained life experience
learned from doing not viewing
so many years spent angered and stewing
vile retention of obsession and contention though now
I have become enlightened
in the sense that yes,
by the gods I have been touched to view my truths
I have been blessed.
taught with foresight and acceptance that Life is worth living
Life is worth receiving
Life is worth investing in and worth the chances of giving and giving
and improving and being.
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(14/12/21)
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Poem: wreathed, perpetually – 14/12/21
wreath me with the sadness that you could
no longer carry
battle heavy battle weary,
I will shoulder the metaphoric that ate at your spirit
entranced with the brightness of the airy and sycophantic
I smile, for I will carry on this legacy in a different way
I will revitalise the mourning into celebrations set
for a glorious day
I will understand that the need to be free and wild
reside on the very same occasion,
instant are potent notions, understandings
but, as confusions that will weigh down your heart
as innocent mirth fills my soul
and I glance down
at the soil where I buried those sunflower seeds
with sunshine water and smiles
I gave them my emotions I gave them my all and now the wreath I disrobe
take away that layer that protected me
brown-green pine needles, Christmassy armour
and I remember with sadness how I felt
recalling that other
that moment when I carried heartache almost eternally
and felt that suffering (suffering) as I stiffened with vile intent
of precarious ascent
my chest rises my chest heaves
my mind begs for insistence
to leave leave leave this scene
I don’t need to view your final resting place
I don’t need to understand why you fled my life
my state
and though you still exist, and elsewhere live
it’s as though you are dead to me
I carry your wreath
I yield all your suffering
I beg for you to remember
always remember me
that love you perpetually felt from
innocent naive me.
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(13/12/21)
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Poem: reflection – 13/12/21
haven’t always been the best person
haven’t perpetually been the kindest human
in times of pain I lash out and let them have it
my heart, wounded, dripping by the bloodied scourge
and the very dagger sliced into my fragile ego
drips drip drippps with overt sentiment and angry vehemence
how dare I be slighted my mind will scream
how dare I be wronged my pride shall call
but the truth is, there are two sides to every story,
and I can’t always be stuck playing, rewinding Side B
hours and hours on repeat,
lyrically paining.
Side A has some truth to it, and best acknowledge,
acknowledge the words permeating, winding
so freely, because,
there’s no point in dwelling on a broken empty situation
which has no love for progress, for gratitude, for positivity
nor feeling blessed.
although what is love when pieces are sharper than
fierce puppy needle teeth
piercing my very being and allowing me to see, to see,
that my latent anger, my fiercely wrought armour,
my defences guarding were no longer needed,
BUT, why look to the past, it’s something to learn from, yes,
but I do not need to allow it to grace my world again.
they are gone, never again to be seen, not even if the mouths
of the world yawned open to engulf me,
or perhaps, in their own twisted way,
reward me.
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(12/12/21)
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Poem: disarmed – 12/12/21
change is as impermanent as the irreverent footsteps
brushing against the floorboards
then carpeted pavement
travelling toward the bedroom door for a glimmer
of your strength as your heart it beats quietly in slumber
days well spent days well spent
I sigh to myself for I see the journey within your nightly trials
in your eyes sparkles glimmer
alterations to be observed and saved
soul shimmersyou altered your life path
you designed a new trial to be outlasted and
mistakes made wittingly
aside and cast
you grew in redemption
a beautiful soul reflection
sewn regeneration
flowering ascension
imperfect connections
yet perfect corrections
as bold and wondrous as the claret flowing through
your bursting spirit
your special soul
need I, dare I mention?
the colours of your fall,
the shade of your winter soul,
the spring in your flowering steps,
the beautiful summer sunset,
you are evolving as you become the centre,
the One,
I’m torn – do I let you sleep
or wake you, embrace you,
snuffling warmth?
I just want to encourage you
congratulate you
for the change that’s become of you
your flight path
nothing to fear
no harm,
you’ve made it through the danger zone
and blissfully
grinningly
I see you hovering and soaring above
that former storm.
well done, my lovely,
well done.
my heart you have eternally disarmed.
(09/12/21)
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Poem: personal astronomy – 12/12/21
as I speak, I wonder,
what is there to gather from this world we inhabit?
what is there to take away from it?
to cherish, to treasure from it?
so much to glean so many concepts felt, seen
and thriving is this feeling I have within me
for I have grown wiser from my experiences
played puppet and now I dance the strings with ease
it’s electrifying to know that I can direct my movements
rest assured, Life is calling,
finally,
and I am welcomed by it.
there is no chance that I’ll allow it to
pass me by again
or wreak havoc on my heart and mind
allow others to observe, perhaps gain,
it’s not their fault any more than it is mine,
human nature can be cruel,
and unkind.
selfish gains were proceeds
and my life seemed unworthy
moments taken from me
but I gave and I gave
like rolling pebbles I threw moments away
and now I reign and roar –
this World I explore.
so many experiences, so many instances
so many to love to appreciate to share knowledge with
creativity to become more learned shared growth
and brightness personified fills my irises
pupils engorged selfish eyes
I will
take. my. fill
and my heart screams with passion,
so shrill.
I wish I had learned earlier how to be a participant
and take my taste,
that its not about receiving but giving also,
to others we must respect and kneel
and equality will soon reign when I realise
what is now staring me in the face:
Love, Life, Personal Astronomy,
travel the stars moon sun planets of my heart and my soul
ever so freely…
(11/12/21)
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