Category Archives: reality

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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Too complex

It is too complex,

How genetic tapestry weaves it’s web,

Sowing the seeds for the flower bed,

or are they roses made of thorns?

prickling the thin papery skin of every individual born,

raised in castles built and guarded by swords,

metaphorically speaking of course,

the power of words,

So as we enter the tempest,

and fall face first into crevices,

Swept under the rug of the naked eye,

hooded and blind,

Still we rise,

Whether the pitfalls have been recognised,

is not a promise we may well have been compromised,

thrown to the wolves and left out in the cold to die,

I can only say so much and that is why,

in this storyline anything can pass us by,

Faatima

 

Reflect

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The steps were laden,

right up ahead, the guide leads us out of this safe haven,

that had us on lock down, initiation was not a sound that we recognised in our imaginary towns.

…unable to make steps to progress, till the price of what we would lose was less,

we took a deep breath, digest their stories, their unspoken stress and all that they compress

just about ready to undress the layers of mess that drew colour from our own selves,

at last they had completed the relentless spin of these webs,

ensuring that bugs would infest, a gathering of supplies in an attempt to be the best.

In these pests we lost interest,

as the tides of time eroded our nests and slowly the charcoal crumbled we were blessed, with these mirrors that reflect…

… right back to us what we confess, into this spinning globe and all that remains locked tightly away in our chest,

Faatima

The real world,

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In the quote ‘real world,’

in order to make things work,

these words have me bored,

floored,

rest assured,

they will be ignored.

they preach how things never really work out quite like that,

there are things to take into account, concepts to grasp,

The fork in the road, a reminder to drop the unnecessary load,

all these ideas

these sub-conscious fears,

they marry well together in stifling you from this end goal,

the reason that you struggle so much in the pursuit of becoming whole.

Embodying a vision,

no matter how small the mission,

it takes a dropping of old beliefs,

to have a sense of direction will be a relief,

but not too rigid, remember to float till you eventually reach,

that place where time no longer sleeps,

the wheel turns, it does not make a sound

it has come full circle, now,

round.

Inspiration offered up everywhere,

not so much an original idea but the fires we all share,

of momentum and enthusiasm,

is in the end the root of our unique expression,

a tool

or merely just a lesson,

a step in the dance of progression,

to apply on to our particular course,

without pause

nor a gap between thoughts

doubts to be released

and so we are free’d,

it seems through the battles fought,

we eventually saw,

how its now time to give back

as the ripple effect is a direct result of just that.

Faatima

 

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

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To know…

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Our mind always wants to know…

Figuring out the puzzles and mysteries, the natural rhythm and flow…

Our hunger for answers..

Starts with ourselves, without that knowledge nothing else will every really make sense.

So take time off

..there is no rush

Stay with the silence… shush…

Mother nature

We’re getting better

Eyes opening from a long and deep slumber

The world will wake up slowly, with the turning of the tide…

When there is nothing left to deny and nowhere left to hide…

When we dedicate ourselves one hundred percent..and a switch flips inside

Love,

Faatima

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