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Growth from Goliath

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We all learn from failure,many of us feel crucified at the time. We feel lost in the chaos of our own emotions, frustrated and at times angry. Was it not supposed to be so much more, were we not supposed to be much more, and now we’re fragmented, broken by a self we feel has chosen to deny us. Were we not enough we ask ourselves, are we but Goliaths? When the tears leak down your cheek, and the words of others hold little to no comfort, you may feel that much is lost, and yet there is still light at the end of the tunnel. Every challenge is a jigsaw with a missing piece. What is missing? How can I learn and adjust? How can I develop a stronger self, and strive towards my betterment whilst problem solving for others. How can I become David once my healing has begun.

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The courage to conquer and Exhale

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Your courage will carry you to a higher level, your search for knowledge will inform your decisions, your goals, your commitment. If you can overcome the ease it takes to procrastinate, then when you take bold steps towards the vision you seek, you will find doors opening for you. Knowledge empowers those who seek it, fear can sometimes alienate us from our truth. Wether it be in enterprise or your journey on a different path, the thirst for wisdom will expose you to many things. It will give you insight, and provide prisms of light even in the shadowiest recesses of your mind. You will find that as you seek for answers, there will be others who claw at your ambitions with their fear of being left behind. I discovered from my journey and watching the journey of others becoming successful, sometimes what people speak unto you, comes from their own fears of abandonment. You may not be abandoning ship, you are just exhaling in your growth.

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Focussing The Mind

Life is full of distractions, at no time do you allow it when you’ve rolled the dice and have figured out the game, to get inside your head. It is a keeper of souls. It claims victims, and those with baggage become casualties of life in this torrid chess game. Your next move should not be to be selfish but to focus on s higher self, on a more intuitive self, that self will guide you, that self will heal you, and remove the clutter of yesterdays pain. It is maddening to believe life claims so many casualties without goals without tasks without plans. Be a keen observer and a lit match when it is time for action. The opportunities that came to you last year may not arrive this year, the story you sold yourself last year may be dysfunctional for this year. This year the conversations may have added up, demanding that you challenge the doubt within, so challenge it. Face it off. It is one of the opponent’s blocking your path to a realised dream, doubt procrastination and the inability to focus. Channel the genius and simplicity of those who came before you, buckle down and focus.

Charcoal Fear

I see each fear, charcoal, dust, ash in the wind, i blew it away from my universe. My breath is speckled with skittles, my tongue is oppulent with power. There is a buoyancy to my stride, as i move closer as the shadow disintegrates its mask fading. Fear you have watched me for so long, hawk eye in a night with no moons, twirling in your song of glory, now the angels stampede at my side, a samba as your eyes become poignant with tears.

Ivory Kiss

He planted upon me an ivory kiss, my mocha had not tasted a sweetness like this, whether a stroke of chocolate or tan, An ivory kiss from this foreign man, in the layers of a dream, slipping deep within my skin , embracing my thoughts, and compassing within.

A moment

With each prick of laughter, you turn your head away. Your attention has shifted now. The thorns have pricked you, like an electric current, have jerked and Spasmed jolting you into an unfamiliar reality. You do not like this terrain. You do not like those words which slide into bloodied sentences looking for casualty. You search my eyes, with your jewelled salt brown Gaze, it is an uneasy smile you prescribe, doctoring the rejection i feel. You tilt my chin up with your fingertip, and say in a baritone like warm chocolate steaming from mug, “i like different, different is good. You were enough.”

Sins of a rose

Creative

I am handcuffed to a love
I do not understand it
It eats me up
Then plucks me inbetween sharp jagged
Teeth
When i am bleeding
It licks my scars
Yet when i am whole
It crunches at my stem
Till i am incomplete
and in need of sustainance
It says i have sinned as a rose
Such a beautiful
Perculiar
Rose with thorns
Once it tried to eat me
and my thorns
they pricked it’s gums
Till it bled
leaking yellowing puss
It must punish me now
such a beautiful
perculiar thing
For as a rose
Yanked from its beauteous soil
My roots they still breathe life
and i remain an extraordinary thing
The sin of a rose
My many many sins
Yet loves a dangerous thing

Postmark stranded

I promised you
Flowers by the moonlight
Something alive
Breathing
Something loved
Needing Oxygen
The way i needed you
Needing water
You are cocooned
Within this soil
Lovers trudge by in dirty
working man boots
and timberlands
Just to tell stories
Journal the days of the living
To those whose
Ears have slept
I miss the laughter
that bubbled from you
before the wine would come
Filling the room
Like a ghost
claiming glares like a gossip
Your laugh was a postcard
Of where we were
Our stamp
First class
Royal air
I am deciphering
my grief
Scared to embrace it
That it will morph and become me
Such a greedy
wholesome thing
Like a baby suckling
At your breast
Claiming buds of milk
I am only 3 months
into this cycle
By the moonlight
The ghosts of other peoples
tears
and snatches of their conversation
piercing my eardrums
It is like being at sea
With a tempest
Like an angry Horizon
It is like being on
an Island
with no boat
My eyes are wild orbs
From lack of sleep
I grow restless in my
own company
pacing the brackets
Of the limitations i set
I miss most the scent of you
Like a burning incense
Making my whole body shiver
The talks into a purple night
as my complexion would pale
For you were somewhat
extraordinary
Where are you now
My extraordinary love
For i am stranded here

Cinderella and her glass promise

I will wait for you.
It was a lie which was
Pregnant with a thousand sins
For he had lied too
In the hue of the night
The maze of the mind
Soothes an angry minotaur
Angry that she was
left behind
How do you soothe
One who was lost in time
Yet still present
How do you charm a genie
like smoke
into the eternity
Of a trapped existence
To a love
That once upon
was scared of becoming
I will wait for you
she said
A sentence
That hangs fraily in the air
Then is put to sleep
With sedative
When cassanova glides by
With his rhythmn and blues stride
Conversations that can transport
her to Jupiter
Without the tonic
Sharing half a smile ,
Making nerves jitter and
dance like keys in pocket
The clock ticks,
Strikes a chord
If she waited
Cinderellas feet
May turn to glass

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