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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

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rivers gushing beneath

One at a time,

the ripples melt into the stream illuminated by the sunshine,

the calm of the water looks like a goldmine,

colours and shades to watch as we sip fine wine,

the stasis not too different from the verses of a rhyme,

as the story unfolds line by line,

the story of the hill that we climb,

layers undressed,

as we reach the crest

so very steep,

though tempted as I was to peek,

I did not turn back to look at the river beneath,

the water is not shallow instead it is murky, deep,

…and gushing to the extreme,

quite unlike the setting of peace,

described so well, now my visual receptors have been released,

from that particular spiral, put it safely to sleep.

Faatima

 

 

Consumed

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Sleep is stolen from these eyes,

a resolution is not in sight,

logic cannot defy reason this time,

I cannot dim down the fire that I did ignite,

on that fateful moment of ignorance and fright,

I did however get a frost bite,

from the cold and chilly, icy touch of the night,

in sharp contrast to the promise that I made and could not last,

holding out for long did not match the rhythm of the song,

the beat I chose to dance to, committing to doom, ensuring that this ends soon, pact with the devil, to paint all these cities blue,

and with that I let go and let the waves of sorrow consume me whole.

Faatima

 

Didnt you hear?

Didn’t you hear?

Then again it was just someone’s idea,

a figment of your mind,

illusory, as we find ourselves navigating through life,

I cannot describe, exactly why,

pinpoint the moment when truths became lies,

but I can tell you one thing,

I am not aligned to any of this,

I am aware of this resistance,

so I refuse to supress the feelings in this instance,

these thoughts are fleeting,

not necessarily true, often self-defeating,

so I choose to let go trying to control,

and allow them to flow,

listen and ask to know,

this place a little better,

know myself down to each letter,

ride the tide,

the waves that crash on either side,

left and right,

consciousness it aint always very nice,

infact hardly ever but those are the moments that we prize,

once we tap into our intuition,

on the other side of all logic and reason

so it is no longer such a storm,

and we can expect that any time a new situation is born,

it is an opportunity for us to transform,

lead to gold,

something new from the old.

Faatima xx

 

 

Stay

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We want to preserve that feeling of bliss.. of floating on cloud nine,

Adrenaline high

Please stay

The hollow, the scary, the lack.. all finally filled up,

a tranquil calm ensues…a certainty, the letting go of all the unwanted and solidly painful stumbles life has had in store for us and that possibly await us in the oh so distant, intangible, fractured future…

Why does it matter now?

Any of it?

Past and future collide into an inconceivable, disfigured mess…buried away in the unconscious

It all comes backs at some point.

All it takes is a trigger and we’re off…

Distraction worked last time

Disconnected, never present…untouchable…facade

but what do you do when it wears off?

You realise you can’t escape the foundations that build your life because you carry them everywhere you go, they are reflected in every person you meet, experience you have…

It’s a practice, it takes time, you grow wise…wiser still.

Suddenly the excitement is back and then the bliss and even more than that… insight.

Even better than last time

…because this time it’s not a product of distraction…

It’s not conditional.

You carry it with you through every experience and every person you meet is a reflection of that..

It’s there regardless..

Nothing is the same

Everything is constantly changing and evolving..

You are a part of everything

Beg nothing and no one to stay

Love,

Faatima

Xx