Pots of gold through Pain

We wait for pots of gold to collide with the practice of pain. I am in the midst of it, we say, there should be something for this chaos , this mess, that I can’t seem to rectangle myself from. This upset. This is madness we shriek, it’s not fair. Who told you, that life plays fair. Many of us come out of the womb thinking that life is a fair battlefield, that someone else’s chaos is separate to yours. We watch the news, click the screen off, it’s faraway, it’s distant. Truth is, we are all connected. To even up the score , to play your own makestic round, I will say what I say time and again, use your mind. The mind is the most powerful asset in the world, utilise your time. You and a millionaire, a billionaire have one thing in common, this is a message that someone else taught me. You have 24 hours. 24 hours. How will you use your 24 hours, how will you use that time? What questions do you ask? What problems do you solve? If you slip into a mighty depression and simply believe you are the problem…..this is a problem. You have a purpose, train your mind to find it, and face the challenges that come with it.

How to beat limitations

It was impossible, they said. They eyed you with a view that this challenge could over whelm, could overtake and could defeat you. This challenge will be the making of you. In our infinite wisdom, we seek spools of gratification from those who are to focussed on what’s real and accessible, now, on what others have said is doable. What we should really seek is proving beyond a doubt that the challenges we face with grit and with determination are achievable. We see great leaders achieve great things beyond the borders of fear,distribute their creativity, access their most productive self. To push into the realm of possibilities, you must seek wisdom at all times. You must acquire the teachings from those who have come before you, walked down your path, beaten these odds, and challenged these obstacles. It is more than other people’s passing remarks of seen and heard, this is your future, this is your life. Moment to moment we find ourselves eclipsed by the fear of other people who were overshadowed by Giants, we quickly forget about those who stood on the shoulders of giants so they could be observers, and learn to be more than spectators. With each view they gained perception,foresight, strategy to navigate, and look at ways around some of the confinements of other people’s realities. With our words we create our reality, with our literature, we access a prism of worlds, with our eyes we can be selective and our ears can be over indulged by a mass of other people’s thoughts and ideas. Pick your standing. You are the leader of your own tribe of thoughts, fuel them with passion, direct them with activity, ensure they are productive, and encompass your world in a hub of literature and the impact of great influencers. You can make the change if you just believe and take action. It is gradual, and it is becoming. But with every inch you are creating a ripple.

Missing ink

A stolen thought weeps in the cellar of a broken mans dreams, its need to belong to a changeling, escape the fiasco of a lost existence. dare i say this thought went astray, it needed a cushion it wanted to be a marvel like a dream. Jealous thought where are you now, on an island stranded missing existence, how will you find your way back somehow to reap the reward of supporting others with persistence.  It claws from its silent death, reflecting its wounds to an angry community, there i stood in the belly of change, selfish i was, i wanted immunity. For fear took me, and cast i aside, weeping like a baby dragged from its womb, i have risen from the tomb of a dull and colourless place.

Knowledge and all its compartment

Splinters, crackled glass, making shapes, im running fast, from shadows of fear that trickle like ink on a pallette, a canvas that is eager for the brush strokes of my creative mind. Creative mind come to me, come to me, so i can see, all the things hidden , beyond contempt, those eager boxes that dont make sense, unlock all the padlocks, with iron clad keys, slide open compartments, have knowledge on knees, for a bite of the apple,so tender and sweet, something delicious, to be trapped in my teeth.

Verse of the man

verse of the man, strong in his stride, i am your eve, worlds can go hide, dare they arise and look upon with contempt, with resentment, and lack common sense. For here we are, a tribe of two, evolving into fiction, turning to glue, something the eyes, they never did see, something to marvel at
something so free.

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.

The womb baby

I uncurl myself from the weeping form this Womb baby in the shadow, 
whilst they circle pitch forks in the dark. 
I suck in my breath , 
ready to expel the fire of a new day,
 the song in my throat once turned into a whisper,
 my tongue jives eager to chorus with a new form.

Lucky Penny

Creative

The creative caption
is hidden in the fold
Caught between the blankets
Of a life which
plans to scold
An unkempt you
For such tiresome risk
Your fighting a self
Yet there are no fist
A shadow stalks
To claim your flesh
To claim the laughter
and what is left
Was it something
You predicted
Something
cause
planned t’would
be afflicted
For the siren voice
That cried
a noun of Wolf
Looking for ways
To play his golf
And picking pennies
From a busy floor

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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