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Through the hall of mirrors

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Caught in a spin cycle,

Burning gold bursts out upon our arrival,

we begin again,

as time weaves these stories, embedded and endured,

we can never be quite sure,

Pulled by the tides,

an amnesia that hides,

to us it will never confide.

that this fortress was built upon lies,

shush, please just shut your eyes,

the demise of reality, we are made blind,

night time falls and we are numbed out, okay, getting by, fine,

but just remember that a place to forget and hide,

is a place where misplaced projections reside,

these processes mechanical, like mind numbing opiates and we override,

senses, what is inside.

You will soon find,

if you have the eyes to see,

coupled with a natural curiosity

that forgetting is easy,

it’s the breaking out that require a will to carve our own way,

no matter what they throw in our face,

This game we must refuse to play,

do not feed into it and become prey,

thought and emotion are worth more than gold

choice to blaze through any false promises sold,

the future looks bright,

when you are at one and can through the darkness of the night,

find even one reason to fight,

Faatima

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The heart centre

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Memories swiped,

An amnesia that hides,

buried in the worlds within worlds,

but as the veils grew thin these realms unfurled,

fragments and shards spinning vortexes whirl,

as forgetfulness and slumber became impossible to maintain,

reality looks at us right in the face,

there was no place to run and no place to escape,

back to centre stage,

medium, a calm place,

knowing beyond knowing these verses became congruent,

lines in my mind’s eye which is observant and fluent,

well read in these arts,

but now integrate and start,

to do the real work all we ask is if you do dare to stare

into the abyss beneath these muddied layers,

handle with compassion and a slow and steady care,

tricky at first,

as illusions tumble and bubbles burst,

you’ll master it once you come out the hurt,

practice and patience,

surrendered without waiting,

aeons of tales weaved in the webs of times past,

blunders direct us to blind spots if we last,

and bloom from seedlings to flowers,

for they left us wide open in a place where souls get devoured,

projections and stories unseen and unheard,

yet felt all the same through the onslaught of words,

to those few that know,

empathic warrior souls,

we either take it on and dwindle to their whims

or the other choice is to light up and be still

returning us back, back to what is within.

Faatima

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No more colours

Just like an empty Sunday,

We wish away,

The barren moments taking form and shape,

Playing tricks in the light, painting a maze,

a blurry haze,

In between new ideas,

There lie dormant fears,

Colours seep,

From view and we are knee deep,

Wading through layers,

Finding our own way out,

So don’t tell me to smile,

Hold back or live in denial

Till I am ready, and have walked this mile.

Till every stain has been washed away,

and nothing remains.

Faatima

 

 

 

Do as you please,

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It is burning me,

how these days I just cannot seem pen down and weave,

fairy-tales and stories,

from a web so tangled and paper creased,

call it brain freeze,

temporarily blocked I cannot receive,

inspired reason to vent and release,

energy in motion flowing like rivers run deep,

under skin, we grieve,

I watch on as lost bodies retreat,

back in to their seats,

unable to believe,

that we can always choose to break free and just do as we fucking please.

Faatima

 

Rivers gushing beneath

One at a time,

the ripples melt into the stream illuminated by the sunshine,

the calm of the water looks like a goldmine,

colours and shades to watch as we sip fine wine,

the stasis not too different from the verses of a rhyme,

as the story unfolds line by line,

the story of the hill that we climb,

layers undressed,

as we reach the crest

so very steep,

though tempted as I was to peek,

I did not turn back to look at the river beneath,

the water is not shallow instead it is murky, deep,

…and gushing to the extreme,

quite unlike the setting of peace,

described so well, now my visual receptors have been released,

from that particular spiral, put it safely to sleep.

Faatima

 

 

Discovery

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Some things are fated,

undebated,

the trick is,

not to think,

and before you have the chance to blink,

red softens into pink,

we make a link,

and take a drink,

from the fountain of what it means to exist,

what it means to not sink,

under the pressure,

of the waves that cover,

each and every endeavour,

because reason is stronger..

and there is still more to discover.

Faatima

Still sleeping

Sent us spinning into a death spiral,

united with layers upon layers to unveil,

as days grew old, the land weeped and people grieved,

the sand seeped into the depth of the ocean, it was inviting but we were told to stay well away, once the heatwave had been braved,

somewhere warm and safe,

till the tide passed softly over,

and thunderous clouds no longer cover,

we are no longer smothered,

breath is no longer caught and we have been brought away from the lost and forlorn shores

to a new venture, an adventure like no other,

to create this chronicle,

a carefully constructed puzzle piece in the vast and unimaginable spectacle,

of this deception,

we are still asleep, in servitude to something,

Faatima