Category Archives: flow

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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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

Life hack

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Would it really be so bad?

If I’m honest I’ll be glad,

for tables to turn,

but eventually we earn,

an unexpected burn,

surprise, we learnt,

not to grasp,

with nails that dig and clasp,

beyond the chaotic lack of coordination there is a cue,

clicking into motion the desire to move,

jam to a new groove,

something different to do,

few people choose,

really choose what this is,

without delusion, taking the hint,

emancipated from all the lows and highs,

as they arrive,

it flashed right before our eyes,

learning how to survive,

a crossing off,

some kind of a loss,

washed off by the raindrops,

terminated and floored,

this mission we abort,

back-track,

just a little life hack,

as the month comes to a close,

we are finally woke,

imminent, we were provoked.

Faatima

Missing

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Lost at the fall,

of dusk, forlorn, awaiting dawn,

we have withdrawn, not so patiently pacing the ocean floor,

staring upwards at the shore, in hopes of something more,

Piscean memories are stored,

the facts cannot be ignored,

slightly desensitised,

mistaken and now it is clear why

but clarity always comes at a price,

there is not much left inside,

of the sea-creature that once did reside,

in the belly of the beast, feeding off like a leach,

it died,

just like the blindingly white, daylight,

which was taken over by darker skies,

yet nothing can truly hide,

in the safety net of the night,

when the molecular structure of water is broken down into wine,

a taste really quite refined,

so much revealed,

cracked open the concealed,

elemental forecast,

tells me that nothing will last,

because the ebbing sea,

does not agree,

with the easy breeze,

instead it laps up violently anything in it’s way,

stating it’s claim,

with no regret and no shame.

Faatima

 

 

Late

 

Image result for chaosJust like that the ocean overfilled, it brimmed and frothed and foamed and the tides consumed the sand on shore,

It was half past four,

where had the day gone?

was I wrong? To for a moment forget the oncoming tempest of what is to come.

This beach life was a breeze till it started catching up to me that these things are not free, time constraints rarely leave, when do we get a chance to catch a moment to simply breathe?

Is it when we finally catch some disease? Bound and must give up what we thought came with such ease, time finally seems to freeze,

got what we wanted needed,

denied by these lies, believed and we are greeted,

by a not so friendly knock on the doors, winds of change,

before it really is too late.

Faatima

 

To know and to not know

one, two three,

this should be a breeze,

with relative ease,

we,

all manage to have the same fear,

when nothing is one hundred percent clear,

fact is nothing is set in stone,

no promise, no not even at home,

intent is a haze,

don’t think don’t get caught up in this maze,

if nothing is a mistake,

then it does not matter if you love or hate,

this stance, this way, this living we each make,

I am here to offer you contrast,

Not an obstacle to get past,

this will last and I will not surpass,

what is real,

in favour of what is ideal,

to those who cannot see, hear or feel,

a glimpse of this truth,

and with all that said, that is okay too.

Faatima

 

To not create…

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To not create,

Would be such a waste.

Oh to go in the face,

Of what it is to be considered a mistake,

Disgrace

Who says?

Just a different taste.

I confess,

I question myself…

Am I even listening?

To the quiet whistling..

The stars are still glistening.

Even at this distance.

In this instance,

Tonight.

It’s alright.

Sight,

Insight

Catching a night flight,

The unknown,

With just my mobile phone

On the other side of the line…

…and everything was fine.

They say transparency,

can only lead to clarity

Yet there is no guarantee

But the truth of the matter,

Is that it’s all chatter.

All these institutions

create more confusions,

deeper into the illusion,

reaching a new conclusion.

We cannot mend,

let alone comprehend,

things beyond our control,

so we console,

and just like that she let go.

Didnt put on a show…

…just went with the flow,

Limitless…with a glow

Reap what you sow…

Something we now know.

There is no real lack

Or need to go back

Once you start

To create real art

What are you trying to prove?

What’s left to lose

when you stop being mute

and express your truth.

Beyond hate,

Trying to compensate,

Because its never too late,

To ask what is really at stake?

Beyond all things fake.

So make no mistake

I am just here to make,

Faatima xx