Fabric of Time…

Amidst the corridors of life, I wander, a seeker on a quest… Exploring the enigma of my existence, I embark on a journey of self-discovery… Beneath the tapestry of stars, I unmask the layers of my soul, each revelation a luminescent pearl…

In the whispers of the wind, I hear echoes of forgotten dreams… The gentle murmur of my heart leads me through uncharted realms… A constellation of desires guiding my steps, I dance with the cadence of my spirit…

Through the labyrinthine alleys of doubt, I embrace my vulnerabilities… Fears unfurl like petals, surrendering to the sun’s warm embrace… In the depths of introspection, I find the courage to blossom…

I delve into the kaleidoscope of memories, a mosaic of experiences… Each shard holds a tale of resilience, etched into the fabric of time… I treasure my scars, for they bear witness to my strength, my capacity to rise from ashes like a phoenix reborn…

The metamorphosis continues, a grand unveiling, as I soar to the symphony of my soul’s desires…

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One Night…

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Lying under the blanket of night…
Stars sparkle their way through the black backdrop…
Creating illusions of images to please each soul…


Waiting for a star to fall…
Waiting to wish my secret wish…
I stare intently…hoping…
They are oblivious of me and my desirous intention…


Still I watch…
Still I wait…


Longing for that one fleeting moment…
They continue their twinkling show…


Still I wait…
Still I watch…


Night…
Your playground…
My wishing place…

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Consume Me…

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It would be so easy to open myself to your love…

To fall fast and furious…

Fiercely intense chain reaction…

Combustion inside and out…

A mere thought of you the ignition…

My longing…my loneliness…my needs…the fuel for this fire…

This exigency flame enveloping us….

Your words caress from the inside out…

Ubiquitous desire…

Fulfilling yet….

Leave me aching….needing….wanting…

More…always more…

An addiction that is what you’ve become…

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Whether you will enhance me or destroy me remains unknown…

It would be so easy to discover which…

If only I could open the door to my soul and let you in…

Let you consume me….

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Evermore…

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There on a sandy seashore…

Waves crashing…

Warm gentle breeze…caresses seductively…

Softly blowing…playing with my hair…

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I sit and stare…

Majesty of the sea…

Escaping reality…

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All senses heightened…

Suddenly aware of everything…and nothing…

Watching…waiting…

Sand between my toes….

Salty spray envelopes softly…enticing…gently…

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Tranquility…

The sea whispers…

Secrets of the ages…

Eternal treasures…

Brought ashore for me to explore…

Gifts to see, touch, discover…

Cherish…

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Footprints in the sand…

Trail of my journey…

Washed away…

Nevermore…

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Till the next tide…

When there’s even more to explore…

Evermore…

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Gorgeous photo by Robyn Lee

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Epiphany…

 

 

I see how different words are bestowed with a sublime radiance of varying hues of color…
Emotional gradation…

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I observe my palette of words very carefully…
One mustn’t rush…

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Slowly I begin to paint…first one then another…
I step back and look at the revealing of this new painting…
This creation of words blending into something wondrous…
Something hitherto unknown…

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Time passes…

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I look again…
I close my eyes…

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I feel the tumultuous gathering…
The machinations of my senses coalescing into words…

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Their birth a beautiful rendition of everything combining at once…
As if time has no meaning here…
Past, present, future collide into my Phantasmagoric Dreamscape…
Joining…rejoining…connecting…
Locking together as though they already know how they are to combine…
As if they each have their own purpose, thought, desire…
To be seen, read, understood…

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Epiphany…
Am I their painter…
Or are they mine?

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I thought it would be fun to revisit a previously posted poem…only with me reading it this time.

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Alchemical Prose…

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Wield your words just so…
Ignite my Intrigue…
Captivate my curiosity…
Luring my imagination to undiscovered realms…
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Enchant me…
Entice my devotion…
Your alchemical prose alluding, evocative…
Pleasure or pain…
We journey to both, through both… together…
Fascinate my imagination with your literary fusion…
And I will spend my minutes with you…
For your magical words, your spell.
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Do the impossible task of creating fire…in my mind, incendiary.
Introduce me to your magical working…
Evoke sensate thought, synesthesia…
Slip inside my dreams…
Conjure a mysterious world separate and apart from the mundane…
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Adventure through kaleidoscopic emotions…
Powerful, strange, surreal…
Fates foretold, secrets disclosed…
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Inside out, upside down, the other way round…
Dance me through your words…
Spinning… spinning… spinning….
Leave me breathless…
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And then…
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Evanesce…as all the best dreams do…
only able to exist within the confines of my mind,
Filtering through my thoughts, feelings, dreams, perspectives…
Affecting them…
Transmutation…
As your locution becomes…
My alchemical prose…
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Perspectives’ Prism…

Perspectives' PrismA vast plethora of varying variables…
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Arbitrary perceptual perspective…
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     When your perceptions become the subconscious mechanism of your every reaction…
     In which you presuppose what a situation or thing, a reaction, will be before you are in the moment of happening.
     You are then bringing the future to the present, not the true future, only your perspective of what it will be… before it can be anything. This moment when observed in its raw, open, transparent state, using all of your senses…  is malleable.
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     Two distinct perspectives. Which holds truth? Or is it merely a compromise between us both? Who argues the loudest, reacts violently…in words, action, or deed? Is that the one who holds the truth?
     In the simple action of allowing one beat of a breath before accepting or rejecting this moment as it is, without your assignation of your past biases…filtering what it could be, with what you assume it to be….masking the true moment.
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Life then, becomes Perspectives’ prism…
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Moments of Me…

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In all of the moments before I cannot be…
It is now.
This moment.
This breath…
That holds Life’s essence, vitality.
The moments before…
sprinkled through time…
are only echoes
of what was once a part of me.
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  Each echo of a moment holds its own unique resonance,
reverberating for always within me.
Some, bring effervescent happiness and joy…
Some, elicit the fervent wish for the power to negate their existence…
Some, carry eclipsing darkness…searing…
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   At times, they are so impossibly loud it seems I cannot bear it…
but then…
I recognize they are only here affecting me,  unrelentingly, …
because I have not let them go.
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 These are my moments’ echoes…
Moments of me…
With the deep breath of my intent…
I set them free.
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