Be not bitter nor jaded
but grateful, sublime
is this life we are living
if we don’t allow precious time
to pass by, unrecognised
unwanted,
ambiguous truths be told,
live a metamorphosis while
your inner beauty becomes,
be brave, take the reins,
be bold.
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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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I lived a dream
so raw, impure,
and now it seems
my path’s demure.
Remaining chaste,
living only for good,
giving to the common man and woman
like I know I should.
Smiles all around,
humble lips and ears,
braggart not,
enlightening my path
as I resurrect it,
my journey as I learn it
I correct it,
I accomplish some of my finest
whilst living life in earnest.
Ask me not of
prior names,
accolades nor
feigned dames,
no time assured
from then to now,
ask me not,
for I won’t tell
nor frown!
Undoing that which
needed to die,
needles prickling
where sleepin’ dogs lie,
leave the past,
search the present with haste,
tomorrow is but a date,
cement my fate!
I can rest assured
that future truths
will be enriched with
bounty of beauty,
experiences willed,
impassioned by thy Source,
my energy thrives and lives,
peace be unto
this urchin, my sins
I decided to forgive.
Prior memories don’t last,
I’m thankful to not recall,
all in all
I’m living, breathing
my all,
my search for myself,
and my treasured path,
with warmth,
humanity is finally welcoming me,
great love at last.
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Nestled in the womb of creation,
perils face the existence of human civilisation;
birthing much chaos and delirium,
unknowingly, we settle in,
unaware of what our future both promises
and what it may bring,
ever-open hands reach for warmth
outside our hollows,
to worldly next-of-kin.
Hope bears feathers, perched in soul,
humming a frequency beyond words;
the eternal cacophony gifting gold from the unknowns,
upon this hope we glide,
and then, as though, now sliding into
pirouettes with symphonic style,
the treasure bears more than we believed
able to be delivered,
let us adore these with calming eyes,
ecstatic hands, while feathers drift, softly land,
vivid types of wisdom only known to
enlightened woman and man.
The imprinted consciousness
upon the soothed clean conscience
of our astral journeying pillows
embodies the archaic knowledge
of the ancients whose remedies
and generational lineage lays
patiently in hibernation for the
pivotal metamorphosis of the spiritual development
of man amongst turmoil of the cyclical yugas.
In chrysalis, we lay,
pods enclosed with passion, with verve,
growing, minutely, each passing day,
fragments becoming whole,
engorging ourselves, we know that when
we enlarge our intentions, and mend and heave hearts,
there is no matter in internalising
this primordial knowledge
other than understanding we are coming to a close,
and still the beginnings, unknown,
our subconscious thread speaks of moments,
instances, which enlighten even if we do not fully attend,
but it is with innate knowing,
with peace and passion,
that hopefulness and truth breathe as a whole.
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– By Amber (Dios-Raw) and Lauren (Lauren M. Hancock)
Living for the momentum and
living for the dream,
thoughts tossed,
bruised and broken,
living despite ill feeling.
The circumstances are these:
I do not taunt, I do not tease,
I live above and beyond,
how I experience the world,
predication, I know it, for these.
Warble yet, my dear swan,
gangly neck though thee has,
I do not know, do not know,
whether the games played,
stone’s thrown,
will seriously cause another to
come undone,
thoughts expelled,
contemplative or mad.
The truth, the fact of the matter is,
I’m rather like my own swan of truth,
interweaving elegance and wings which flap
with ease,
bright glide and there’s no other
than that another,
who knows of my true crazy patterns
they’re lived, so breathed,
within, deep personal power.
For it is with fluidity, with comfortability,
that I have been allowed to define,
contemplation, rumination, no stagnation,
progress within this virulent nation,
why, is this not a sight for sorry eyes?
Treasuring this life as mine,
gracious though precious be,
I am grateful for my life situation,
so much is calling unto me.
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The growling primal fear
which rears its head
dances its eyes over our
circumstance,
and in a plethora of
understanding
it wisely retreats into
the distance,
pillars surround us
as petals, thrown,
fall from invisible hands.
The area we find ourselves in
beckons to outsiders
near and far,
cajoling them,
calling them in,
to come join
the party,
if one could call
it this,
we are prisms within
shafts of light,
sensing deep within.
And so, we carry on,
dispel any negativity,
growth is a factor,
plurals multiply,
lace-widths of sin
and unroll do these errors from past, future and
unknowns,
our history determines
how much we want
others to know.
So, wary are we,
these refractions dance so thin,
like slicing daggers into
unwanted entities,
our lovers hear and own
everything that shouldn’t
be seen,
as though thickets,
deep brush,
slash, gash, branches
not so tough,
do and say are different things,
but results matter most,
is what some might say.
Thinning out,
excavating memories of time,
white-hot circumstance,
disallowing swallows flighty times,
drift away from that sea
that calls and calls,
deep swells for you,
and for me – well,
I’m tackle what I am given,
arrivederchi.
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What we are and what we feel are
two different concepts,
notions I need to feel,
I watch from within as thoughts build and layers
harden then peel
like ancient flakes of house paint decorating
that life we accepted and treasured within,
I know through deep understanding
that each flake tells a story,
it’s witnessed so much of life
to be felt, heard, and seen.
What I feel is a blossoming,
a wafting rose developing,
from a tiny elaborate bud into
much,
much more,
complexities created,
so much in store,
her fragrance is intoxicating,
I do not yearn for anything but her
in the morning,
a pin-pricking, her warning,
to be gentle with her,
patience never stalling.
A petal drops –
by goodness, what a shame,
her story is unfolding,
but losing beauty? –
should the ache in my heart refrain?
Because it is with dying that she is
breathing life,
to live is to expire,
but to experience is proof of internal fire.
And her flames are astounding,
she’s alive, so vivid now,
effervescent, glowing
the flakes of paint fall into an inferno,
fuelling her understanding
that to live is to capture and incinerate
what the world deems as beauty,
there’s much more to her presence,
behind there is more than a duty,
it’s a requirement fulfilled morally.
And it is with experience that she
continues to grow,
her form is not lopped,
stunted growth,
to entertain others with her vision,
with her dangerous thorns
as protection,
for her wonder in the morning
and beyond,
we think, we feel,
we consider what she does,
what notions there are to accept,
as necessary?
Sometimes it’s required that our awareness
is measured,
and our hearts, oh, our hearts,
must begin to beat harder,
no option for slowing,
no option for stalling,
they should continue to beat fiercely,
uncontrollably.
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Offering who I am,
affirming when I can,
positivity leads me into open arms,
genuine, willing hands,
they welcome me with hearts assured,
love and circumstance, visions focussed,
never blurred,
shared life purposes,
becoming more,
a world of truth,
so bright and pure.
I feel the rhythm of our pulse,
we wanderlust,
travel in minds most,
we stretch our desires,
make our thoughts wise,
ponder the true meanings of life.
And then I’ll sit with all
and we can say,
that we are doing this our
very own way,
there are no trials, tribulations,
only challenges and explorations,
what does it mean to truly be human,
a light-seeker,
what’s my mission in this world,
my fate to be unfurled?
I will have to study my flight path,
my purposes can be many,
intuitive,
unlimited,
I simply have to select some
and grow,
my destiny is mine to behold —
all I know is that it is vivid, sumptuous, and sunny.
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Calm and tranquil,
peaceful and still,
allow your mind to relax,
impregnate itself with
freedom and richness,
we are filled,
feel the vast mind-space multiply into
pockets of light where we can
project thoughts and generosities;
our souls sing and ring with verbosity
into the silky night.
Amazing as it is, we seem complex usually,
though in this moment, stripped away,
barren of damage,
we’ve healed in the silence,
allowed ourselves to fade
into pastel dreaming,
the softness of approaching day,
the excitement of what might come,
what may.
Relaxed and refreshed,
because we are here and now,
subtle intricacies in a world once unknown,
the single point of consciousness
which we have drawn upon,
second to none, darling,
referenced,
vibrant as one.
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Consciousness creates change
as I travel down a new path,
my negative thoughts alter themselves,
a turning point, a fork in the road,
I do not beg to ask,
consciousness is what creates our reality,
I become what I think about, the most,
my reflections flash as I stare into a clearing pond,
eyes of goldfish bulge and bond,
their gaze adjoins with mine,
their forms start to bob,
they rise for more,
they learn to trust,
a human with gentleness for them as one.
I will never reach a point
where I’m wholly complete,
to finish this existence early,
why, a thought ever so dreary,
never having to reach for improvements,
never again experiencing eternal growth,
manifesting more,
more,
aligning my journey is required,
to become in a way I’ve never known.
While I am enough and enough is
what I shall perhaps remain,
understanding the rise and fall of my life
in parts and in its entirety,
manifesting, creating,
knowing,
differences yet still the same,
using the negative moments that allow me
to know what is unwanted,
and what can be improved on to rise forth,
and grasp hold tightly, so firmly, upon this ride,
a personal state of feeling so utterly divine.
I will strive to feel good no matter what,
whatever the situation or travesty,
I will distract myself from pains and lack of
positive source wholly and knowingly,
altering my judgement,
my anger and sadness from me,
focus on the future,
on all things possessing positivity.
There is much work to be done,
I acknowledge this myself,
so much time has been spent
wrecking myself,
I need to undo the harm,
backtrack the repeated mistakes,
unravel the consciousness
and become more, more,
like I’ve tried to,
and am trying to,
as of late.
A picture is worth more than I can currently accommodate.
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