Category Archives: freedom

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

Thrown away the key

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On the edge of atrophy,

rampant revolution with the sea breeze,

brewing in the air,

the mist, beware.

We no longer have a care,

for the now frozen lakes far off in another galaxy,

the little people are free

weeds surround the beautiful sweet flowers that breathe,

life into the ether as between the lines we read,

grow, uproot, resist, feed,

through perpetual death and rebirth on the shores of grand rising we bleed,

transformative, awakening from the haze,

fires blaze,

as seasons change

earthy, watery an elemental stage,

passage through the malaise,

wounds cut open and the memories fade,

escape,

it’s too late and we can no longer wait,

sitting ducks and enslaved,

You may have thrown away the key,

but this you did not foresee.

Faatima

x

 

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

 

 

 

 

F*ck the story.

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It’s about time,

to unwind,

the knots and ties of the mind.

Don’t try to rewind

Just give your brain a break

and catch the next train. For your own sake.

Metaphorically speaking of course,

when you feel it can’t get much worse.

Valid but not the whole truth.

Sometimes I stay mute,

Sometimes it’s for the best…

…disregard the mess,

Bye bye stress

Couldn’t care less.

Just wanted to be aware,

and to be fair it’s not really my cross to bear.

Truth is I am in awe,

Always learning more.

So much to explore.

This place is a maze,

and frankly I’m amazed

…but not necessarily fazed.

These thoughts won’t go to waste,

Not simply a matter of copy and paste,

They say sharing is caring.

…but at the root of all this talking,

I only wanted to say one thing.

Hopefully that message is read.

Understood on some level when all is done and all is said..

Faatima

Xx

 

 

 

 

A losing game,

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…because how much is it worth?

Does it matter who did it first…

There are no mistakes,

At the finish line it all turns out to be fake.

Somethings you just cannot break

Unshakable, unmistakable

Aware,

Without chasing anything…without a care…

Stories, stolen glory.

A type of wealth,

Found in and of the self.

Reaping what you sow.

Using it to grow.

The attention that you pay,

Will  not only affect your day.

But your entire way…

…whether  choose to leave or stay…

..and the things you choose to say.

Letting go,

Unattached and in my zone.

Never alone,

Content in the midst of chaos

Accepting what was.

It simply went by.

Was never meant to be mine.

So now I can reflect and truly say, goodbye.

Faatima

Xx