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The only way out

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Finding magick in the mundane,

Leaving a trail,

Depression, grey skies, rain,

on grassy terrains,

painting pictures,

art, inspired by features,

subtle little details,

Woven through moments we entail,

When even words fail,

thoughts escape us,

lust for life, feelings and climbing up,

the ladder to what’s above,

hidden in plain view,

within the red and blue,

poles, the burning heat and icy dew,

So we learnt and grew,

I guess it’s really true

the only way out is through,




Stay in your lane

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Without exception,

Waking moments tainted by trappings,

Make of it what you will,

Molding like clay,

stories day by day,

An unending sequence with tracks deeply ingrained,

As we’re trained to dance with disdain,

Stay in your lane,

Egg-shells planted

the contrast and polarity is granted,

a given,

yet the mirror always remains slightly slanted,

upon the wall,

our down-fall.




Fire and earth


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Burn it to the ground,

before the flames died down,

these illusions were the light,

like candles in the night,

casting shadows in the smoke,

something beautiful and bespoke,

emerged from the dead, we awoke,

this potential that had been simmering below the surface,

has broken free and we find one purpose,

has taken it’s place,

amongst the blaze,

of time and space,

elemental, alchemical,

atrophy, and eventually the cycle,

has endured a rebirth,

of fire and earth.

Faatima xx


Shaken up, shaken out.

Shaken up, shaken out.

Within and without.

Blind sighted by the works,

an artist’s world.

They say hindsight has 20/20 vision,

changing focus, just a small alteration.

Guided by the unseen,

what has not yet been,

what ceases to be complete,

till eventually the wound bleeds,

and heals ever faster, sweet.

Take a seat,

don’t expect it to be free,

trying to keep things neat,

trying never a good idea, might I repeat.

So today I can proclaim,

that some things are not done in vain.

From a space,

so pure, untouched and kept in place,

hurtling ever faster to a very, very similar fate.





I’m on my way…


In between two places…

…caught in a stasis…

…I’m on my way there…

…but question is where?

…In this very instance, I found the most resonance…

…followed with caution, a path not understood by everyone…

I told you before, that this isn’t a flaw…

Just being raw.

Don’t always know what for.

Then I realise…

…good thing I didn’t compromise..

A spontaneous decision…


Done with precision…

On a mission…

So do what needs to be done and you’ll find what you truly want, of this I am more than certain.

Some people say look you’re not making sense..

…to that I respond, trust me I’ve got this…no need to feel suspense.

They retreat and watch with a mentality of blatant uncertainty…

..oh so meek…bleak, painfully ignoring the call of curiosity…


…world outside…the other side, they lied, I don’t want to hide…

not perceptive…became deceptive, unreceptive, blocking out new perspectives….utterly destructive.

I choose to live.



I’ll meet you at eye-level…


Swim along, stare…judge

All these various thoughts creating a buzz.

The river of life,

Where passion never dies…

Going inwards

Paddling our boat through the heavy, dark floods…

Making waves,

Inspiring change…




Moving so fast..

Master of my craft…

Didn’t even stop to blink..

Could not take this risk, would not let myself sink..

In this meandering river…

I’ll meet you at eye-level…

Even if we arrived there unsettled…dishevelled,

We’re getting ever closer to the infinite depths of the ocean…

Wait, stop…hold on a second…

I think I can see blue somewhere in the horizon…