Poem: Wisdom Gleaned (09/10/21) – 28/11/21

Author's note: Sometimes I like to look back at my drafts and see what was on my mind months prior, and how I constructed these realities into rhymes and words to soothe myself, express anger, frustration, upsets, or some such. This piece I feel still has some of these truths ringing in my current reality. Hence, I thought I would share it with you here today.

Poem: Seek – 16/10/21

The territory is brave, I watch the illustrious gloom bloom in its cave, a cavern of intent, through darkness, plain to see, motives growing as we both live and breathe. What was meant for this cause? Shall I ponder deeply, for longer, as I struggle through doors, of questions, no answers, each pathway needs a potential ending which I shall never see. [...]

Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

Ordinarily, I’d change for the better, like I know I should. Glancing into a reflection, puddle, stigmatised mud, confounded, when shall I continue truthfully and good? I know, as I stare at myself that changes are to occur more often than not, but how hard will it be for us to move forward if certain thoughts cannot be wrought, or refashioned – remembering? I’d rather not.

Prose: River of Consciousness – 15/09/21

I feel the river of consciousness flowing, the flow of ethereal joy growing, and the prism of light shine and increase within me, a quiet sense of knowing. Knowledge that life will continue to improve, it is with focus and intent that I’m aware I’ll keep this view, with positivity, an ample amount, enough to dampen any sense of fear or doubt, in myself I have trust and the knowledge that to myself and close others, I will be able to remain devout. There can be occasions when I wonder, have I strayed from the righteous path, was there something awry I performed, or have I mistrusted, an inability to inadequately and naively discern, when really I should have upped and away without a goodbye, from past experiences, perhaps still never having learnt. [...]

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, 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. [...]

Micropoetry: Visions and Proof – 06/09/21

pray for the wisdom, for the strength to view the truth, now what's here before your eyes and really is ultimately sheer proof, an enlightening of visions within the soul, reflected in our orbs' mirrors, feel the heartbeats within me, wouldn't you, didn't you know? understanding that we all have tales, winding, rivers of secrecy and shires to explore? but these to no avail. [...]