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  • Poem: by the gods I have been blessed – 15/12/21

    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: Soulful Journey – 25/10/21

    Poem: Soulful Journey – 25/10/21

    Ride the carriage with ease,
    soulful journey,
    as pleasant as you please,
    the wind in my hair
    as I whistle and need
    fresh breath filling my lungs –
    joyous moments felt and seen.

    I take this ride away
    from yesteryears,
    travel forth,
    there’s no need to fear,
    I have been here before,
    many eons ago,
    but I am well versed
    in these rules,
    there are none to relearn
    or know.

    A delicate pathway winds through
    the countryside,
    sights to see, sounds to hear and feel,
    I am buoyant in this life,
    it’s as though
    I’m not wandering anymore,
    enough was enough,
    I’ve transformed more,
    and more, then more.

    Physical and mindset
    adjusted for the better,
    keep myself in tow
    as I chase this delectable weather,
    the climate of my life,
    woven perfection, becoming more,
    what’s in store for my future?
    Even I’m not so sure.

    All I know is that
    I don’t need to know,
    for this journey, the pathway
    seem ready for paving,
    and its construction only
    I’ll know,
    where each little tile sits
    and where I’ll cement the
    blueprint plans of my dreams,

    and maybe I’ll find someone, or something
    who will join my searching and end it,
    though discovery,
    discovery, is not as important
    as certain other things.
    (23/10/21)

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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: 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: 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: 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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  • 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: Soulful Nature – 26/08/21

    Micropoetry: Soulful Nature – 26/08/21

    truest nature of the soul
    will shine unto the light,
    creating carriers, pathways away
    from darkness into the night,
    echoing, reverberations
    of goodness ‘neath nestled shrouded warmth,
    armfuls of wonder,
    hearts joined in circumstance,
    yours, mine,
    forever healed,
    mine and yours.
    compassion opens
    sleepy eyes,
    careful mouthy yawns.
    what awaits us this present early morn?
    what will take us away from dawn?

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  • Poem: First Time – 26/06/21

    Poem: First Time – 26/06/21

    The very first moment
    I leant in for your kiss,
    I’d been waiting most of the morning,
    watching your careful moving lips.

    With bliss abounding,
    I had spoken with abandon,
    so ecstatic I was to be in your presence,

    and seated next to you,
    my heart raced,
    my breath held,
    bated,
    surely you could see,
    feel the rich desperation,
    my need,
    for your touch,
    underscored by your
    vermillion crease.

    You were hesitant,
    for unknown reasons
    I watched your body stiffen,
    unsure it seemed you were,
    to accept excitable desire
    toward you,
    perhaps fearful of such nearness.

    With a quick peck on
    billowy cushions,
    disappointed somewhat,
    I retracted,
    dejected,
    it swims through my innards,
    a scourge,
    fresh disease,
    I could not wipe
    the sadness from
    my shuttered eyelids,
    was ‘playfully shy’
    your process?

    I protest with these lips,
    beseech you to
    explain away your fears,
    attempts to allay mine
    of not being enough,
    of being too eager,
    too excitable,
    too weird,
    is my pressuring too rough,
    am I not the girl you wanted,
    am I not the presence desired,
    if not,
    annihilate this morning,
    embarrassment bleeding,
    as your stuttering excuses start…

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