Category Archives: life force

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

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Circle

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Drew my circle above and around me,

Testing all that tries to plant a seed,

maybe of doubt,

to just let go and allow,

In all truth I dont want any more,

everything that once was has dissolved on the shores,

melted into the sand, the waters have washed away and worn

I can now see the cycles of time and folklore,

We have waded through the nettles,

the process begins with the base metal

once the dust has finally settled,

out of time and out of place,

clocks ticking, no more attempts at trying to save face.

Going at pace,

exiting out of their rat race,

In this shadow world,

We observe,

Go back within to retrieve all that was lost,

reclaimed what is ours and pay the cost,

for apathy and denial, beyond each and every trial,

sugar coated and adorned,

still a new moment is born,

from ashes we rise forth,

we are the roses that bloomed yet are protected by thorns,

Faatima

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I SEE YOU

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Like chalk they grate,

across fresh slate,

continuing to fabricate,

I am not here to wait,

No longer adhering it is too late,

these elaborate bars,

theft from these palms,

into arms,

not genuine, nor kind,

certainly not mine,

I want to no longer care any more,

I want that side to die and transform,

clinging will not work,

rebellion has its perks,

but resistance makes stronger,

and conforming kills our hunger,

so shake off all unease,

and hierarchies will cease,

From the macrocosm down to the fractal,

Find your place in motion at random,

everlasting change,

a constant state,

as the dates all merge into one conglomerate,

we see what we create,

energy that radiates

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

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

 

Relentless

A burning, hot heatwave stirs up in the dark corners of this earth,

and what could be worse?

Than to be locked and suffocated without a means of exit, fated to this one cosmic blip.

So we unfold, and rebelling becomes an impossibility,

accepting the depths of hell is the natural affinity,

an inclination to give in to this station in life, so set in stone is this strife

till eventually reason fails you,

see you can have these words, in this moment, all for you,

but never this heart, the root of all this art.

Faatima