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The Current

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In this renaissance,

this time of perpetual chaos,

As the currents ripple through us,

we shut down our senses and refuse,

taking chances, anything to light this fuse,

there are a thousand ways to lose,

and it seems that the only way out is through,

to live outside of this loop,

contra to all their half truths,

propagated by those with agendas and set views,

but we decide what we defend,

choices lie with us when we refuse to bend,

our will they cannot circumvent.

no we will not acquiesce,

The dark ones are very real,

no longer a concept so surreal,

on a subtle level it is something you just feel,

we cannot deny,

that they want us to comply,

what they never said,

what they kept hush and thus we were misled

was that the choice was always with us,

take it back, and let the old systems rust,

as led transforms to gold

and the copper that we were sold,

is no longer bought,

let it be known,

we now have something more

from the lows of this plane we will once again soar,

up, higher, flying above the mundane we roar,

nothing can stop the change,

it is too late,

i will not just sit and wait,

for that thing we call fate,

rise and shine there is nothing here left to defend,

turns out it was just the beginning and not the end,

Faatima

 

 

 

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Preservation

Instinct reigns in,

as moments keep passing,

the ships fly mile-high,

up in the sky,

reaching places,

these races,

a mass of faces,

there is no stasis,

in the zone,

with something to resist and something to condone,

as we roam,

objectives rendering us alone,

in the circus show

to and fro,

empty spaces between us hollow.

Swayed by the winds of change that blow,

so that preservation is futile, the seeds have already been sown,

and grown,

the first one to cast the stone,

will reap the fruits of the harvest that is to come,

the  orange and red season

we have all but anticipated,

with bated breath,

when wheat becomes bread,

we have already made our beds,

to lie in,

as the veils are thinning,

and the glasses are over brimming,

no turning back these miles,

have been walked and all the while,

the truth remains that preservation is futile,

Faatima

 

All the way into the dark night

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Do not turn back at half past midnight,

do not succumb to the horror and fright,

go all the way, follow this field of sight,

I can only describe,

it with these few adjectives but you’ll find,

justice is not served to something this divine,

what is realised is a shattering of these crimes,

the blind-side of getting by just fine,

the burn of getting to the earth’s core,

is melted away fast when we do reach the source,

there is no chance for you to sit on the floor,

wallowing in the fires that were brought forth,

nor is there time to climb the high horse,

to escape from the shores of a mind war-torn,

which stays firmly once it’s been born,

in the mythical pages of folklore,

till it is washed away in the pages of time,

scratching at the surface will not erase these fine-lines,

they draw patterns to ignite a beam of light,

a trail through the mist and murkiness of the dark night..

it will end soon,

but the only way out is through,

the dark night of the soul devoured us whole,

it was a brave step to follow,

at dawn we arose, with nothing but this poetry, this prose.

the world of a writer,

intuitively inspired,

by the ethers and something untapped,

creativity inspired by all the mishaps..

and that is why we must embrace the shadow,

so that growth is finally allowed,

in uninhabited places, once undiscovered now found.

Faatima

 

Fuel to the fire

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Free to roam the lands all around,

all this energy that led to a burn out,

we build a house after every avenue has been found,

settle down, stillness, silence ,not a sound,

that is when the chatter of the mind rings loud,

discovered enough, we’re now inspired,

to create something new, crystallise this desire,

so that we evolve to something higher,

these strange feelings are the mystery key, offering fuel to this fire,

especially the discomfort we so often require,

the driving force leading us out of a state so dire,

to go back and learn from where the story transpired,

realise it was a liar,

release to rise to a level we admire,

alchemy that has no place in mere reason,

trusting the elements and all of the seasons,

of a life that is blossoming like the seeds that we plant,

upon once barren and dehydrated land,

a forest blooms forth inhabiting worlds within unfathomable, unimaginable,

so much more than meets the eye,

for this shift to occur old paradigms must first die,

we create our own gravity when we live from the heart space

a deep knowing that something better is taking place,

upwards is the only way,

so it’s best not to play safe,

a risk is sometimes the perfect cure,

a shattering of the myths we once lived for,

holding back this potential from springing forth,

onwards and upwards, our compass is always facing north.

Faatima

 

 

The contrast burns,

 

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The contrast burns like the sting of electricity,

pushed to our utmost capacity,

eroding away fragments of what what we knew,

melted away and diffused,

one at a time pillars upheld for so long fall and chaos ensues,

for a time,

except truth be told there is a rhythm and a rhyme,

to this madness, sadness,

a strong desire for endedness,

unwavering, relentless,

maybe one more day,

because these reasons they shape,

goals that pave my way,

almost like a game to play..

I just hope this time it pays,

I hope this time I can raise,

to an even better state,

now that I can see error of these ways,

the thinking that got us to this place,

we had to suffer to learn,

no where near perfect but there is so much left to earn.

…and that is why I woke up today,

and gave it my all, although it may have all just blown up in my face.

Faatima

 

 

A world in crisis

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These smoky grey skies ridden with dust and disease,

overshadow a land where people cry and their pleas,

go unheard by the selfish, self-serving societies,

it seems they have created a crisis,

plotting and deceiving, twisting and turning, a kind of mockery,

served up like sweet pie, from those that make a joke out of lives,

amidst the uncertainty, upheaval, up in the air, we silently grieve,

the loss of sanity, the safe bubble, brewing storms ignored,

shattered illusions, the reality comes forth.

their intentions are a haze, our hearts and minds race, on fire, in a blaze.

Through the image of separation, division, instilled to create a mind game,

manipulation of our emotional state,

in order to dissipate,

our innate strength, breed fear, build strong convictions are you left or right? black or white?…

wrong or right?

unshakable so that we are guarded on defence, letting no one near,

refusing to hear,

anything other,

than what we led to believe,

the lies that they feed,

The new earth is being born,

whether we are aware of it or not, these leaves have turned,

nothing will be the same,

and I cannot promise that we will be safe,

in the moments to come,

just hold on,

we cannot lose,

if we choose to remember the truth,

over what they portray on the news,

refuse, to settle and accept this excuse,

of a world view,

Faatima

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Sit back and deny

The real, raw unfiltered truth,

individual to each person, each muse,

in this game we all play,

from day to day.

My very presence,

works to prove deep rooted fears, lessons,

the essence, of the present,

momentary, memories are fleeting,

self-defeating,

got to train your brain,

so that amnesia will not remain,

when inspiration is born,

like a rose obscured by thorns,

reasons we cannot,

these thrills do not engage me no more,

end game? what for?

We need to get to the core.

In order to learn more,

let go of what no longer works,

our truth has been obscured,

like layers of an onion unpeel,

through life we get stripped down to what is real.

and what a skill, it is to trek the uphill, a journey that requires a purpose and will,

following that calling, not necessarily in the direction of bling but the thing that truly makes your heart sing,

whatever that may be,

that is your truth for now, for you to see,

but first ask why,

and remember reasons lie,

at the end of the day it’s down to you whether you reach high.

Or sit back and deny.

Faatima