Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Growing Elements. | 31.12.19

When I come to you in this way I am in pieces, a soul that has picked up her shadowed mirror counting towards you with all of herself, she will bear her two worlds for her demise has seen wastelands of her past selves, a lost soul on a path she has to grow with, she has been here before, she has scared herself here many times enough to fill her cup each time she is reminded into so much of what her care is looking into her here, how she gratifies without expecting to receive, the truth about it all is that we are all benders of our own elements, illusions have their placements too, look it up, we have always been our yin to our yang, when we look with only our eyes we are not seeing what is really there I have echoed this proud enough, when you breath in this reality you are allowing acceptance and allowing pacing too, we can not always stay this comfortable into ourselves when we begin to know our highest forms-, when you meet paths with those who have also suffered this type of awakening do not be afraid to speak your truth, we are so lost and found in a world this way that our minds are starved far out of false connections, these days we are so fast to call others words we are too afraid to admit into ourselves, I want you to remember your choice of words out loud when you scream to be fed by your soul, too careless and we miss out on ourselves here the most, our lack of judgement into others is a reflection of misfortune into our insecurities, she is loud with her beaconing you will her her echo your screams all you have to do is listen to her intuition, she is your brave mirror when you’re are not ready to meet yourself into the darkness, do not displease your own to be the type of soul that does not know how to nourish its own energy, how to take care of its own soul-mate into ones self first, you’re the centre of your resilient realities attention, if you do not call upon yourself to rise here too you’re still learning what it means to be more than yourself-, when you’re ready she will be waiting for your return do not loose your dream self to yourself. Be careful with who you think you really are.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Roll the credits in Purple ink|10.12.19

I’ve been thinking a lot about the come up, how we hustle and grind into a new age, a chance to change to who we are meant to be, I’ve been clocking in and out of my body sometimes the arguments and defeats get in the middle of us so loud in here sometimes we can feel it break our heart, there is so much at stake when it comes to moving into a way about yourself, we have never forgotten who we are, never believed we were any less worthy of our dreams on some days this is also the untruth, we are so capable of vulnerability we open scars we never knew hide so deep into us we have always been searching for her soul too, 2018 the day we decided to chase after our dream here the most when this path weren’t so tricked, when they didn’t set us back but learnt our character, our role play enough to set us back, made us watch the aftermath with our hearts this honest, how this began to trigger more and more of her fired intuition into the mind, we started thinking clearly about a path that we had intention into so much fight you kept learning to break differently this made you move riotously, you were all in accordance to a life purpose, each day you were reminded about how this fight is never ending that when you find yourself doing what you love you’re growing in a way that can not be stopped by anyone not even yourself, self is addicted to her higher purpose so hard she been holding back too long, baby’s mental is on some past 27 shit, know she be writing these melodies until she is given back to the earth, you can never stop dreamers in cold worlds from keeping alive here too-. Keep watching this space but be careful of her magic she is never afraid to show you all she has spellbound.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Collins St (Location: Dreamy book shop.) | 4.12.19

I’m never scared of it at all, I’m not the kind of person who cowers into moonless rope rooms, the ways we speak our love language into existence has always been carried by our way of purple hearts, never to be timid into the aftermath words and its drift importance we all have our part to play, they are not who I am nor who I could also be, they exist for my own disposal and for you to me, my lovable point of respectable kink is to speak to love as is to close my eyes and vanish into the real world, I am the playful character with purple skin she is loving living her life here too, she loves effortlessly without telling love until she hears a familiar feeling her purple heart is both fire and water she knows this too well, every word has a sweet tenderness, a taste of the way it curves and learns to overflow in the mouths, so many planted seeds we open our eyes and walk right into our dreamscape here too, the irony is both intended and wishful, we are always this whimsical after spending loving time with love, we imagine our chosen solitude the real purple print, the combination of beautified awareness does not have to be something we are afraid to affirm because baby scares the unknown too, the mind, body, spirit, truth and unity all within one soul this is what bliss could also look like, I have said this more than I can ever care to admit, words are fooled with double meanings never not what you think it could also be, there is always a ways about it all, do not be a fool for and with human made’s-. At times I wonder at how I view love, I look at it in me and wonder about its intensity, I look at its devotion into others and wonder about its passion, then I wonder about its future, what does love really want from us, and I can’t stop hearing my mind, my heart tending to my mind thoughts, the twins present here too and I watch them say “enough.” We are all at a lose when we come to truly know about the harshness of how we look at who we are trying to connect ourselves to words sometimes more to who we are becoming, its so stupid simple to let the alphabet eat you alive, fill us up without knowing in us first, you know what I mean?

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Chocolate. | 1.12.19

Since we’ve been here we get told to leave us behind so hard, we have out lived our past self each day we breathe this way of life is honest in our self first, how many more encompass riotous elements, more of this seasoned into who they crave reason to be, I am doing my best not to be who I was knowing this who we are meant to be, when we come close to projection we are to have the love meant intended for us when we believe to break, when we fear to chime our trust to our body is what we want to do next, so often we do not go after who we love, forgetting why we love, remembering we are scared of one type of reaction, perspective is a chocolate noun, a troubled stand point if not well nourished, too often we do not see the value we hold space for into ourselves here too, it is not so often we see ourselves but others in hued light-scapes, under the blanket of a dark sky filled with more then the glimmering of the silver stars, in this side of the full moon light glow we are always so close but do not want to understand the courage of what it truly pains to get to happy, we are too far deep in outside of our selves sometimes we have taught our self to forget how to love the twins, we forget how to love each other, under this all you are to be knowing the posy of flowers it may demand with or without you, too playful too serious we get lost into illusions, learn ourselves to fall into state of minds before we fall into state of selves, perspective is perceiving imposter, its how a you came to grow into polishing how perfect our soul could live this far into time leaps, understood that we are never attached to just one but many, its simply put into love, a pleasantness easily explained as over dose into this real is how we love before who we love, our softness is a treasured scent, when you see into a soul you see into their past and present, you feel them in a way that can not be easily explained into this world, baby sees the future so well everything is always on purpose, we are always this allowing of ways into us both sometimes we question the answers the most just so we can hold the pieces up for us to see our reflection back inside of us, people are always curious of others and never who they are starved first, out growing their current self but are not aware enough of this state, when you come to learn this December journey selfishly you find both answers and questions to ask your type of living, you start living in your present, you’re the beginning somewhere near your love and the way they also sneak glances of knowing who you’re outside of this word too, if I told you that this past life time I have seen myself feel others speak without watching their mouths move would you believe me, that when our soul learns its own language we start to speak and hear words in their honest truth just by listening. -Trick question do you know your soul? What does your soul say about you when you’re not listening?