Category Archives: purpose

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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A paradigm shift

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When the clouds covered the sun,

we thought that all the fun was gone,

as the day took a turn,

the illusions that had become,

patterns in the blurry light to hide reality dissolved so that we are one,

with the shadow from which we once did run,

masses of birds seem to have been unleashed,

towards the ocean they flew, from their cages they were released,

varying degrees of these creatures were seen.

the deceased, aspects and old ideas that cease,

to find their place in a world of greed,

where we are constantly deceived,

where so many do not achieve,

unless we are compelled to leave,

every limited belief,

move into a place where we can breathe,

fully without having to grieve

for these ideas that were merely conceived,

still just a seed,

not crystallised into form,

weathered by these storms,

as subconsciously we absorb,

the rain that is now starting to pour.

the opening of new doors,

washing away of old paradigms that serve us no more.

Faatima

 

A world in crisis

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These smoky grey skies ridden with dust and disease,

overshadow a land where people cry and their pleas,

go unheard by the selfish, self-serving societies,

it seems they have created a crisis,

plotting and deceiving, twisting and turning, a kind of mockery,

served up like sweet pie, from those that make a joke out of lives,

amidst the uncertainty, upheaval, up in the air, we silently grieve,

the loss of sanity, the safe bubble, brewing storms ignored,

shattered illusions, the reality comes forth.

their intentions are a haze, our hearts and minds race, on fire, in a blaze.

Through the image of separation, division, instilled to create a mind game,

manipulation of our emotional state,

in order to dissipate,

our innate strength, breed fear, build strong convictions are you left or right? black or white?…

wrong or right?

unshakable so that we are guarded on defence, letting no one near,

refusing to hear,

anything other,

than what we led to believe,

the lies that they feed,

The new earth is being born,

whether we are aware of it or not, these leaves have turned,

nothing will be the same,

and I cannot promise that we will be safe,

in the moments to come,

just hold on,

we cannot lose,

if we choose to remember the truth,

over what they portray on the news,

refuse, to settle and accept this excuse,

of a world view,

Faatima

xx

 

Sea of opinions

This time I did nothing and just kept walking,

let them just be, they don’t need to see.

stopped trying to sway people who always need a reason,

to fuel the tug of war between right and wrong just to score.

One brownie point for you, what’s more?

Like dust off the floor, I realised the cyclic, unending bore, little remarks they like to lure,

but these petty feuds will get me nowhere, so I choose to no longer care,

I cannot be responsible for the judgement of others, in a sea of varying opinions its so easy to feel smothered.

Look straight at your purpose, know that it’s worth it,

in this sea of opinions be sure of your vision and pour your trust into these waves of intuition.

Faatima

Inspiration…

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Inspiration,

comes from deep conversation

venting frustrations,

…and not intoxication.

A state of elation,

that requires no patience.

Mental elevation…

All in relation,

to how often you take a vacation,

from the story,

living in the heartspace free of worry,

Left the mind,

Far behind…

After daylight,

In the dead of night,

Saw that we could finally unite,

when we set the lies alight

Realised it’s alright.

Went just for a while,

…travelled many a mile.

and came back with a smile.

Faatima,

 

 

 

 

 

She was hurt for a long time

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She was hurt for a long time

So she decided to write a rhyme

Everyday she felt sick

..but this time was different she chose not to resist but instead to sit

…along with the sensation, she was practically daring it

Not knowing if there was an end in sight

Still she new knew it was going to be alright

This pain has a purpose

It’s not something I will rush

Still this feeling I will not miss

When I eventually feel bliss

Faatima

Xx