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Soul-moving, heart-touching fabrics
of a canvas-like existence
forming vacuum bubbles of Absoluteness.
Breathless
Life resurrected into quantum pieces
Taking breaths; raining Selflessness
Shocking to awareness,
forming to Feel.
Forming to Live
Breathing to understand;
being breathless to allow self
to live a life
IN Understanding
of a painted, and cried out,
Purpose.
Alleviate "Me".
Watch it unfold
In Breathlessness
of its vast structure
through the Realization
..that there is none..
[2022-07-28, 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest, Mark Toney]
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I love the way you look at me
electrifying energies into a play of ambient sounds.
My mind feels like spatial transitions
creating memories of outer worldly places
as if we come from the place
once called the home of the gods.
Let our Love be our wine
unable to be contained in any bottle
N o t h i n g is better
than this
Your gaze creates tones of yellow and silver
manifesting crystals out of dust in front of me.
You clothe me, and admire me
as if I'm born out of gold and diamonds
I'm both set free,
and engulfed, by you.
Your kiss transforms my Being
Your existence has my soul levitating
as if you were here
breathing on me
with magic
I find galaxies in your eyes
passing solar system after solar system
wishing upon falling stars and star systems
That my Love can hold you
Closer.
Because when you say "us"
your voice echoes in my Inner Most
For we love with a love even blind people can see
Out in the open, raw, and Free
for Always, my Love
Entwined
for Eternity
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When I rose from ashes to rebuild;
Vulnerability, and Strength, came together
as the odd everlasting couple.
I was humble, and brave, and birthed Hope, and Passion
like any other navigating and narrating parent.
They’re all a part of me, and I would guard these qualities
with determination, with c o m p a s s i o n, with authenticity.
While failing and trying again,
Anxiety and fear moved in
[I allowed them to be only temporary]
While showing up,
I met doubt
[Learned to choose my friends carefully]
And while succeeding,
I learned to dance, to laugh, to feel free
so that I may remember that
I’m OK
I’m Good Enough
I’m Worth it
... even while losing.
See?
I learned the need to breathe, and rest,
at the standstill’s.
I learned to Flow, be aware, be alive.
I found Passion - the fundamental puzzle piece of the game.
And I b e c a m e
Hope.
Dreams sow seeds, and through the realignment of opportunities;
passion and hope nourished it all to come together;
to have my road rise up to meet me.
I harvested what I sowed,
remembering that any seed can root,
and any seed can grow,
which was why Mindfulness, and Kindness, were essential techniques,
while tending to my crops,
but also while tending to myself.
And Love?
Love was, is, and will always be, the Tree of Light
the guidance,
the very Force of my Nature
while I'm Becoming a part of it.
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Seduced, I Fold the Known;
Showering the bleeding moments
To allow the Soul to dance
Delighted
Devoured
carefully caressed
to uphold the unfolding Unknown
To notice a moment of such a wonder,
sometimes passed in silence
where ghost-like bodies melt into skin;
footprints are evident to Existence,
shadow-filled heartbeats pound Times into Lifetimes
for a split Forever shared
It's dreamlike and lust filled
when worlds are weaved into a star-like parlor;
Breathing Heaven empty of Angels,
Licking words upon peeling skin,
voicing the resonance of Sound,
[moans and sounding breaths]
unto the dripping Void
I'm Unfolding
between being alive and living;
To Fold the Known
and reach further still
Limitless
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To be Vessels of Selflessness
we're understanding that
through birth is our future unfolding;
carried upon the shoulders of guiltlessness;
through minds of inoffensiveness;
embraced by hands of innocuousness
and immersion..
In..
a world weaved through universal beholding;
we're creating with a heartfelt devotion;
touched by soul-moving adoration;
passing timeless connection;
for non-religious veneration
and amazement..
With..
our Beings' undeniable amorous Calling;
by the realization of the perceptual embodiment
of our Souls inevitable arbitraments
through their final awakenments
and remembrance of commitment
and loyalty..
To..
this place of Love and Belonging;
of immense transcended integrity.
That through deep Soulmate equality
we embedded Love as limitless security
for our children's souls immortality
and balance..
That..
They may Rise through their life's Morning;
safely see with a clear sighted acceptance.
Hear the Universe's never-ending resonance;
breathe the Now's vast guidance
of each moments healing absorbance
and recognition..
They are each Individual One's
and gifts of Love
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Surfacing with gasping breaths,
as subtle as exhaling whispers
Subtle as flutter-by touches, I felt it,
and that is how I noticed you.
a ghrá! Love!
And once I saw you spiralling through Space,
Lifetimes came crashing down on top of me.
There is no wall in a world that can hide you,
no form that can keep you in,
There is no key to fit the unlocked door,
there is no map to the unknown kin.
That is why you are aching,
Longing
deeply in your soul.
Your purpose is so pure I can barely take it
You do not need a key!
Don’t you know?
Each awakening I witness is intense;
deeply loved, beautiful, and
Soulful.
Shocking the core to Life with visions;
confusion and fear can be a spoonful.
It is the time for Recognition and Remembrance
Cramming your Being into a small temple of skin
Open your eyes, beautiful darling,
your mission Here is very clear.
[Yes, I am a Welcome Committee,
if there ever was one, who knows?]
Tales are told of who we are,
songs are sung about our existence
Poetry?
Oh, yes, poetic truths are written,
trying to lure us out
It’s been lived for, but also died for,
This Love.
That is why we are here, dear Kindred.
We're creating the Dawn of a New Day.
Meeting Awakening Souls, one at a time
- weaving the remedy against Nothingness.
We are not handing out keys.
There never was a spoon,
you know?
No, no...
We are pulling the veil for clarity,
allowing the Unfolding to occur
The door is never locked,
and Love is never force-fed, see?
Like legends of Old,
the myths, and the rumors;
envisioned by many,
yet only assigned to the few.
Now, the stars are on fire,
the Solar system is realigning,
It seems that Time is here, Love,
it's True.
Being Anointed Vessels is just this,
we're not more important than the next human,
but we are keeping the oil safe on this Journey,
Illuminating Love, Vibrating Love,
Being Love.
Tá an-dáimh againn le chéile
[We're kindred spirits]
Remember now?
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To Love me is a choice,
and I want you to make that choice,
Aware and Free
I beg you, don't be with me to kill time.
We both deserve better
A Someone who dedicates space out of the day,
and with whom to chase dreams, experience life,
reach goals, and grow better.
I don't want us to waste precious opportunities,
just because moments are sometimes spent alone.
Silence is wholesome, don't you know?
Through it, I realized that I crave connection,
vulnerability, and empathy
For without those, I promise,
I'm really not capable of being your person.
If you're not willing to be physically, mentally
and emotionally present - to show up
If you're not ready to grow, meet your shadows,
heal your wounds and find yourself
You're not the one I want, nor the one I need
I beg you, please, don't choose to Love me
and pretend that you sometimes will,
when you really... can't
I want to Love and Be Loved
r a w
Real, and naked; Openly and proudly; Deeply and freely
With respect and care and commitment
of being a One in a Twosome
I want Love to be seen, and felt, internally
You won't even doubt it because it's Trustworthy
For I will not be a secret and neither will you
I won't accept being held back,
and neither should you
I will Love you honestly, support your journey,
stand by you, witness your growth, dive into you
Be strong when you can't,
walk next to you proudly when you move ahead,
and Love you
with all my senses
I will mirror you, be better because of you
and give all of me, genuinely, in a Flow
Mind you, though,
I want it in return, equally
I want you to choose to Love me,
when you have the Capacity to Love me
Aware and Free
Independently
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I’m taking control of this physical presence of mine, this breaking ship;
pulling it down forcefully to the bottom of this god forsaken sea,
allowing it to be destroyed by nature once and for all.
I’m restoring it,
piece by piece.
All the times it has shattered and I have reconstructed,
it has bled and I have patched it up;
screamed; sometimes tormented, other times crumbled as if it was haunted;
and I have silenced it with lullabies of hope.
Armored it
with plating hope.
Oceans could rage and waves overthrow the decks;
I pulled it through anyhow as if nothing was tougher.
Something was, and it would rupture from the inside
as a form of subaqueous mutiny to my own life.
A subliminal act of courage,
nonetheless.
My Purpose. My Core of Existence. My Essence.
My Being being larger than this.
Preponderant to the weight of my memories, experiences and regrets.
It’s been perdurable in a much lesser cage than seemingly suitable.
Hidden away as a result of a laceration far greater than anyone knows.
It was made ugly with fantastic pieces;
not by design
but by violence.
Now, each piece will be put together as originally as they came;
as oddly shaped as they are,
knowing everything there is to know about disquietude, despair and paroxysm.
Emotions weighing as bilge water while hope and dreams function as void tanks;
never sinking this ship again.
I’m making this fit for an unwavering journey of amelioration.
Awake.
This body, right here, with octagon patches,
others in diamond shapes or pointed hexagon silhouettes;
once thought of as a beautiful kaleidoscopic evidence of a historical life time,
when it was the patchwork of sequestration.
Now put together tempered in all it’s nakedness;
fortified with love;
incorruptible through cleansing;
coated by nothing more
than itself.
No longer “suitable” for the cursorily, the arrogant, the careless and the covetous;
who are all missing the depth, loyalty and survival skills of this patched up entity.
I’m fine with that – move along.
Please.
I want it admired by someone who can apprehend the history
see beauty instead of patches,
dedicate to keep it safe while it’s out there on open waters,
be present in the moments of its restored worth,
and treasure it for all that it is;
Lovingly patched together in awareness.
Not beautiful perhaps, but asymmetrical and radiant, a similar figurine
of prismatic segments as any other,
yet like no other.
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Fall at your own feet
as subsided as you wanted to push me
Choke on your breath
as mine was to be taken
You cannot control Me
Fall at your own feet
live as obscure as you tried to hold me
Tie your arms around the blocking concepts,
blind and forsaken
You cannot hide Me
Fall at your own feet
as undeserving as you saw me
Stomp self to the ground,
swallow your own bitter token
You cannot stop Me
Fall at your own feet
eat your greed and resentfulness
Rip it apart, bleed it;
Live it!
Know you're broken
You cannot keep Me
So, Suffocate on your own End
[lose it, go away]
Nothing between us is left to mend
[leave it, die away]
Temple Dilapidated,
Learn Actions Consequence Trend
Fall from Tall;
Crawl to Small,
my "Friend".
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I dived down into the lake of sorrow, deeper than I ever thought I would
I chose words of a loser, as I'd never known I could
I saw my dream bleed uncontrolled, not that I really should
but, all this,
I did.
I felt my heart die faster than the speed of the light
I saw my sun turn black, darker than the night
I was lost, and scared, in a newfound reality
yes, all this,
I did,
to me.
I lost my faith and hope, like never before
I lost my truth and my love, my deepest part, and more
I lost my Self in my lake of sorrow, and saw it drown all alone
all this, I did,
within.
I hung my self, a symbolic suicide, in the ancient tree
I sacrificed my heart and mind, everything that’s me
I left my soul forever changed, unable to see
yes, all this,
I allowed,
in me.
I gave up my dreams and thoughts,
or was it you that took them away?
I gave up my minutes and hours,
or was it you that took my day?
I gave up my life for all I believed,
or was it you, that never let me be?
but gave up,
I did,
inside me.
So my existence became a memory, yet fading as days passed by
my life was an ancient poem; a fading breath, a whispering sigh
Your betrayal filled the hole, and it locked the door, turning my truth into a lie
This, YOU did,
to me.
So, I spoke in the winds that blew through your hair,
and in the tears that caressed your eyes
I asked;
"Aren't you just sick of lies?"
Then, I screamed in the thunders that scared your nights,
and in the lightning over the skies
I asked;
"Aren't you just tired of lies?"
For, I was in everything around you,
even in that which you had inside
Your deeds
were the reason
"We" died.
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