Time

Perspectives’ Prism…

Perspectives' PrismA vast plethora of varying variables…
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     Mine…
              Yours…
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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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If you would like me to read this to you…
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    Christina 〜

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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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Fulcrum of Fate…

Circle of Time
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     Fulcrum of Fate…
    Fold the hours…
     Countless breaths…
     Countless hours…
Machinations of Time’s tumultuous
turning marking Soul’s internal clock.
     It chimes in silence…
      Waiting to be heard…
   Wanting…
    Needing…
      Anathema’s antithesis.
    Etchings of truth in totality indelible upon my heart.
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        The Wheel of Fortune spins once more,
Fate weaves another warp, another weft….
    Infernal interim…
Waiting for life to unfold anew…
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     ΅〜 ೋ  Christina〜  ೋ 〜΅

Anachronistic Synchronization…

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“When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.”
Nietzsche ~
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A Rift in time…
In her mind…
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The lure and the lie of emotional withdrawal when too many collisions of Memory’s timeline tangle up in a tumultuous ceaseless storm…
   Scything…
        Shattering…

          Lost in a requiem of chaos…

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A dream within a dream…dissimilar yet simultaneously similar as if pages from her life’s book…torn apart, reassembled haphazardly.
While, improbable…nevertheless, making a new whole from the sum of its disjointed parts.

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Past and present fragments collide…

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Cataclysm…

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        Anachronistic synchronization.
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I’ve been away and I’ve missed you, each….one…of…you. This is my way of attempting to condense the past few months.

The inherent tendency to withdraw is fierce in me. I’m working on it.

I’m fighting it.

I’m grateful…so very grateful, for *you*.

               ΅〜 ೋ  Christina〜  ೋ 〜΅

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Digital art by Candra at cuded.com

Paradigm Shift…

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That last desperate flamboyance of wallowing in a world of wishes…

Blissfully ignorant…

Only to wake to the insidious lie hidden in time…

Brought forward to wake you from the otherwhere of this evanescent dream…

Dividing itself from reality through a gossamer veil…

Echoes of reminiscence whisper from the other side…

Memory by memory…

Fading…

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Paradigm shift…

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     ΅〜 ೋ  Christina〜  ೋ 〜΅

Echo Remembrance…

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Facile vagaries
A whisper through time…
Echo remembrance…
Refulgent prisms beam fluid vibration…
Perception’s promise…
Elusive…
Vague…
Enigmatic…
Longing…
Needing…
Reverberating…

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    ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina ~  ೋღ 〜

Photo by xetobyte deviantart tumblr

Captivated…

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You look into me…
Me into you…
We meet there in the middle…
Captivated…

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Need drives its own insistent desire to inception…
Embraced in this perfect moment…
Held by the enigmatic nature of will…
Unable to look away…
Locked in place….
Locked in time…

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Don’t look away…
Keep me here as I memorize your soul with mine…
Let us stay suspended in wonder…
Before Reality’s ocean rips us apart…

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We are helpless in its wake…
Fate’s cruelty using us as pawns for pleasure…
Neither here nor there…

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Our moment permanently fixed in the stars for all time…
Love…without completion…without end…

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Forever captivated…
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    ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina ~  ೋღ 〜

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╰⊰✿ This poem is the last in a series of four originally posted back in January 2013. For more information please see this post …which explains my bringing #ThrowbackThursday here to my blog. This series marked a pivotal transition in my writing which shortly thereafter became known as my “Dreamscape”.

It is has been so much fun to look back in time this past week with you. Many of you have been with me from the beginning of this journey, some have joined my journey along the way…

I wish to extend, again, my gratitude and voluminous appreciation for each and every one of you. Your encouragement and support has truly impacted my life in so many ways I cannot even express.

Thank you…ever so much! ✿⊱╮

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Gorgeous photo by ily623 Deviantart

Waiting For The Rain…

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On the precipice of reality’s revelation….
Staring out at the majesty of the sea…
Thoughts wander aimlessly..

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My life’s imprint…
Introspective…
On the cusp of inspiration…
Illusory images of illumination…

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Enigmatic longing…
Destiny ever so slowly revealed…
I wish as the waves roll on oblivious of me…
I wish for epiphany…
Enlightenment…
Knowledge of Fate’s intent…

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Contemplation of the ocean… timeless…mysterious…immortal…
Lost in the rhythm if its reaching to and fro…
Enchanted by its gifts which permeate all my senses…
Glimpses of future tempting me to push further…

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I wait for any answer to my quest…
I wait for direction…
I wait for peace…
I wait for the rain to fall…

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    Paradigm…
 

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    ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina ~  ೋღ 〜΅

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Gorgeous photo by b_r_a_c_i_a_t_a-d5f3woh

Fragmented Reflections…

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Identity fragmented into thousands of reflections…
Who she was…
Who she is…
Who she will be…
Lost in the myriad of pieces that together make one whole…
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Fractured time…

Shattered soul…

Rebuilding….

Visceral renovation…

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Looking back…

Retracing steps of Memory’s journey…

Rumination of events leading to present…

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She cries out from the conflicted chaos born from bringing the past to the present…

That girl, long abandoned…fervently seeking to find her place…

In this time…she cannot be…

Her time has come and gone…

Leaving me to forge a path to future…

Where I will also cease to be…

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For in the future…

Indomitable change will come yet again….

Inevitably…I will become the girl crying out…

From the past….

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    ΅〜 ೋ  Christina〜  ೋ 〜΅

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“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”
΅〜 Edgar Allan Poe 〜΅

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Gorgeous photo by moonchild Ljilja ~

Epiphany…

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Epiphany 2

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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…
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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 ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina~ ღೋ     〜΅