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.
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. [...]
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. [...]
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.
To truly live in the moment, to take stock and simply breathe, enrich yourself in the present, feeling, being, see, understanding that being in the current, the here and now, to appreciate, that which is all around us, enough to encapsulate ourselves as of late. [...]
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. [...]
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. [...]
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. [...]
I pray for our future, I pray for the rain, the scent upon our once-dry shoulders smouldering us, yet from angry cloud formations we edge away in vain, but because we are prone, prone to the stares of youth, we smile, and we grin to ourselves for we know the whole truth. [...]
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. [...]