Be your own universe
make your eyes shine
with wonder
amazement
sheer and utter delight
do not allow the internal
battles to steal away from
the power of your crown
speak your truths
you have almighty hidden sight
and you can envisage your future
if you allow yourself to direct yourself
with eloquence, charm and might.
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pathways and journeyman
women and lovers come along, stay by their sides
they are stoic, they are calmers,
they wear quiet forms of armour,
protected by the ones they love,
their swords, their shields are made more potent,
because fighting evil and chasms and voids can be dark work
all done in a night and days,
without a form of talk.
Focus not upon the irreverent,
the naysayers, the belligerents,
and instead become entranced with beauty,
melody and love,
there is power within, if you see the beauty of a dove
released from closed hands, with the most delicate of ease,
lovingly, lovingly, lives attended,
we, the couple will dream,
and now with our army of light and love,
we will make new pathways,
shining a light upon the cause.
there is nothing, Nothing, that can’t be stated for the truth,
I am there for this moment, I am here for the proof,
and I will become enchanted with the whistles,
the chirps among the trees.
O’ hark, a galah, oh hark, a kookaburra,
and hark, a morning magpie, and her lover,
and baby together.
The bent head of a dying rose that’s really just sleeping,
prune her not,
her scent so forbidden, only those worthy will sense her
but never she censor her true remaining thoughts.
She has already done so by ivy wrapped around her base,
the shrapnel hidden tightly around her waist,
the armour tickling her jaw-defined face.
And a prince will lean in and breathe in the scent of her,
never forgotten, never to forget, that moment when these two
had met.
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It feels so natural to speak the truth
Embedded with Constance to see me through
Upon the tips of my tongue
A hullabaloo
And an irrevocable meaning, melding
Of heartfelt growling too.
They’re, we’re indestructible, I know,
View the airiness within me as my two delicates rose
I need not have not
Want for material things because the truth is
My spirit is soaring.
No matter what you say or do
You cannot take me from the stars
From the skies
The sighs and I quickly taste that bitter pill
Of poison
For some refuse me heavens door
No matter how hard I rap or knock
I cannot get in …
Frantic cries for Doc!
The paid spread the mayhem
LOST
I calm myself
It’s only motes
Or dust
My being is travelling
Astral through the sky
Whisper I sleep prettily and dream of
Wonderful butterflies
Shush as they encompass me
Their light winged air begging me to stare at
Their wondrous dramatic colours of sweet rich hues
Nothing like where upon the earth,
We are hunted for training
For sailing for achievements
For ENTERTAINMENT and more
I am no more a sheep for fleece as steak is to hunger
I refuse to be your sacrifice any longer r
Before those guilty of harbouring powers from me for so many years
Stuff you and your sister and your job cause your beard, because hey,
I kinda like your beard. 🙂
Returning in all seriousness, don’t cease my ability to soar, I don’t NEED you now, all I needs myself is my mind, my wits and the ability to laugh at funny situations.
Because laughter shared is happiness gained, my love. Did you not know that?
I like you more or less. 🙂
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amazing grace,
learning to not take centre stage,
but to share attention and time with others,
growing less selfish and learning to enjoy a new family
learn and love
amalgamate share energies —
enough!
I retreat, the Hermit, the rowboat goes on and on down a canal
led by my hero of the tale,
but the truth of the matter is that i am really so self assured out in public and in company
but here, secluded, I am bitter, grumpy, temperamental and nasty.
I thought i could not help it but i learned to chew the bit and hold my tongue
for long enough long enough to prove responsibility and a resolution to improve:
so tough.
I was their punching bag, or so it seemed
though i assumed a dereference and respect from those whom
i desired to deflect
understanding the need to get along with differing personalities
and reassuring that that i can do this
surely i will do this with ease
ease of intent
i will get out of this bind
hellbent hellbent
out of the ward tot semi freedom
the arms of wandering teams of carriers of rediscovered souls.
(20/01/22)
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I sing to the gods for they provide sustenance
nectar sweet, lustrous
twinkling, sparkling, flowing wine,
don’t touch my tongue though
without alteration I’ll be fine
I love that life can promise so much
if you seek it
positive attitude
the goodness flows through me
the gods and goddesses smile at me
upon me their expressions are the same
proud, joyous that I’ve come so far
darkness grew so old
had to be tamed
I warble with my daily tasks
look forward to completing even menial things
without being asked
it’s such a lightness I feel within
now that I appreciate so much more
dare I say everything?
untoward may be certain moments
but I can look at them without tainted eyes, thoughts,
they no longer conjoin with my mindset
I turn my thinking around
appreciate what there is to gain
from times that do not initially please
because appreciating what is being presented
sometimes takes a little twisting.
I feel the warmth radiate within my heart
rare are times of mood swings or upsets
non showy
not up in arms
I am simply living life in a pleasant way
because I’m happy with myself
much more than those yesterdays.
changes came when I paved my way.
(10/11/21)
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To isolate, but willingly,
set aside myself from
that once-hurried life,
is something rightfully
required, and
I know this as such.
To work on myself –
self-improve,
take the time to relax,
not always be ‘at it’,
the social butterfly,
no longer me.
I am repetitive, yes,
but it’s to do with
my training,
the ability to wash over
myself affirming words
every morning.
Others have done so too,
taken their paths,
months, years prior,
I’m here at long last,
watching, willing, no longer
passively waiting,
but performing all that
needs doing,
and more so,
just so there’s no yearning.
And pieces of me
once scattered around
the globe
by uncaring hearts who took,
each piece
dropped, thrown,
now I caress my gathered shards
that make up my
healing, healing heart,
loving, warming self-care,
I toss aside my long ebony hair
and valiantly smile
for I am here,
grateful and alone,
I sit atop my chair
and feel contentment;
this world is finally
feeling like a home.
Surrounded by everything
once prized, now lacking meaning,
because material possessions,
what need have I for everything?
Give my heart and soul to another when
time deems it ready.
Wondrous, this process
of learning to turn thoughts around,
look at the positive, hopefully always,
feed myself with joyous messages,
sounds, thoughts.
I need to do this
not just for myself
but for those closest to me,
I, myself, them, deserve only
the best version of me,
and if this means isolation,
temporarily from the world,
people,
friends,
as much as I can,
I’ll take this time,
adjust myself accordingly,
and allow my truest heart to shine.
(15/10/21)
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I feel a sense of hope,
of positivity and
brightness,
I need not want
for anything
because happiness,
I already have it,
it’s that glimmer of
ostentatious gold
which drips with
wanton thread,
grasping my eyes with its beauty,
wonder to the skies to be had.
This hope is already present,
I finger it, golden beads,
like rich fruit dripping from
luscious mango trees,
and here and now,
with gentle abandon
I will come undone,
this superfluous yet entirely
wanted feeling of joy
springs forth,
Hope, my friend, of you,
I know.
It’s not like anything I’ve
experienced before,
I cannot fathom this dire need
that begged me to change, change, change
for my outlook
was pessimistic indeed,
but with this glimmer,
these shining drops of sparkling
gold that I clutch
tightly to my chest,
I am happy,
I am present,
I smile without corners
of my mouth trembling,
I’m comfortable,
and this is a fact.
I can look each of you
in the eye and tell you
with conviction indeed
that my heart is again
beginning to blossom
and I’m doing it,
purposefully, on my own,
with subtle ease,
can’t deny myself from
embracing happiness,
joy,
I won’t allow any to
dampen my spirits,
if you’ll let me,
permit me to rise with you,
together, discomfort,
unease,
we can conquer it.
Bliss can only be
but fingertips away,
present, invisible in
the moment,
yet experiences waiting
to be had
day by day,
it will only take
introversion,
delicacy,
and confidence in myself,
and telling myself
I am worth it,
there is always justification
to further delve.
(08/10/21)
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Nothing to be depressed about,
so positive,
so joyous – so free,
encumbered paths we could say
but ecstatic I choose to be,
it’s about which side to view
and walk alongside Life,
I could pinpoint, acknowledge,
tiny points of strife,
elaborate,
with magnitude,
some attitude filled with,
rife,
with annoyance, with irritation,
or feelings of ‘discrimination’.
But the truth is I’m blessed
to be here, well and breathing,
the strength, resilience, in
myself and others I am seeing,
I could list all that’s here for us,
right and lasting,
lingering,
hope, especially,
is something I am carrying.
I am grateful for my health,
my family, my dear friendships,
my comforts, and deep love,
Life’s material things,
those which bring comfort,
music, sound, paint,
art, colours, company combine,
I don’t chose to inhabit positivity —
instead it’s bred within me.
Cast aside, long ago,
the feelings of downbeat,
downtrodden,
the ‘world’s against me’s’,
I didn’t need to be like that,
to live like that,
it was so stifling,
couldn’t breathe.
Negativity can suck one into
its slimy, vicious grasp,
no enlightenment within,
to exist then – what a task.
Turned about face to the sun,
arms thrown open,
embrace that amazing warmth,
while I could find saddening points to exist upon,
I’ve decided instead to be
bright, bright, bright,
radiance fills my lark-song.
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Stability, balance, breath; it’s all I need, in, out, announcing my presence, my cares rise like air, into the atmosphere they appear to swirl, yet in my mind, I am stagnant, there must be a woman within, not this impressionable young, little girl inside. That youngster awaits, with insolence, she does not want to see, that the path undertaken by some ill-fated decisions, their negativities and future judgements allowed are glaring to others, plain to see. Why cannot I understand that I’m losing grip on the reality of accountability, need I digress? Think of poor decisions like little stars, from here they feature and twinkle, but in reality, they explode, combust, from afar, a death already done, a death already begun. Fate has decided that this girl must learn or her progress, hard work, personal growth and path, will cease to be, unravel it may, completely come undone.
But there is a positive way of knowing that steps can be made, forward, one foot in front of the other, balance, balance… break… It’s not a lapse in judgement, it’s just a broken moment; thought patterns causing pauses while I analyse future processes. For decisions cannot always come to us easily, and right and wrong may not simply extract themselves from emotion and feelings. I am yet to be angered to the point of no return, because my frustrations at poor treatment have been calmed, my quarrel with disrespect relaxed, coping mechanisms developed. To poor behaviour, it seems this girl is not so malleable, after all. I cannot control how others treat me, but I can accept and decide when from their presence I will turn and leave.
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Sometimes, there’s something magical in the air. You can feel it permeating your skin, your muscles, the tendrils of your hair. That electrifying feeling that courses through your very veins, warming you and making you feel loved, and reassuring you that everything, everything will be okay.
There is a time in the future when you will feel this, too. Don’t worry your heart about whether it will come, or if it won’t, when, how, or where, how far away, or soon. There is something amazing out there waiting for you, if you desire to take it by the hand: allow it, her, him, whomever, to walk with you, into the Great Unknown, and begin to slowly and freely breathe again.
Allow yourself to not be encumbered by the pains of yesterdays. Lift your head higher, let your heart pound with hope, dispel the dismay. And understand that there is a light at the end of everything dark, if we only allow ourselves to open up. There is a choice to be made, to bring forth illumination and joy, or remain in the shadows, though I know, sometimes, this isn’t a choice. In such cases, let others help and hold you up, take their embraces, their kind words, loving and such, because with support, we can make it through the pain and distress, life is for living, not suffering, and I’d hate for anyone to lose sight of what could begin again. Peace, light, love to you, and in your heart, begin in hope to trust.
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