Melody of Being Animate:Poetry

It’s over a year old and still makes sense. How do we make sense of love? | note sure just read:2023 (Actually <edited> 22 May 2023) me: oh thats today, great! *adds to time stamp Also me: Oh, not today okay cool.

Chaotic sweet melodic voice that finds its way into dreams in the deep blue black silvering nights, did she ever tell you why she knows the whisper of your heart calling their name will not let you rest until they have heard you speak your mind say love I have come to tell you about a feeling unmatched that have been keeping light awake in the early night, yet — here we are, everytime you close your eyes we see to cross paths you hear the most life has a ways of putting us on pause we do not like the disturbances but we appreciate the visits after us, asking you have you understood the significance of its affairs I want to tell you about a love story so kept it felt itself to share, I talk about love but I do not talk about being loved I wait in silence I am afraid of the times giving and the hearts spent giving out chances like they were wild sunflowers growing in my garden, my home, a safe haven I still think about the moments in memories astounded that this is what you might just be, — isn’t potential a funny word, I could ask when loving became this challenging but I already know the answer to that, speaking to you like this has never been easy I imagine you as we were the clouds, and the blue sky and the stars in the night hidden in the day light awake just a fall asleep with the rise your voice your eyes your hand holding mine feels like an intimate scent familiar, here, that I can never forget no matter how hard I have tried I wonder, when you question love what does that mean, it’s confusing being filled with emotional logic, it’s confusing making sense of words such as love whelmed like they’re so close like you could touch them, —close your eyes, and smell it whisk the air beside you but you know it’s more than that, this does not have an adequate meaning, Love is an ambiguous compassion, it’s not something that can be understood apart from the two individuals involved humorous isn’t it that love can make take on any shape desires, any form but also special, almost heroic, almost, — brilliant.

Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

Food and Love. 22.05.2023

In the name is blasphemy and those who feel obliged by women, individuals, and have more to say on me than mirrors past, present, and future. Being woman means being whole bodies that walk in rooms that learn her light, we do not ever bend our back for those who see us in anything less, when we as women have been taught throughout our lives what it means to be women we grow tall green trees roots heavy on love, our garden grips us so well in ways that teach us to our soul our home leave us wanting more, so when we are called on unconditional beauty and watched as she followed us and never left this home, a woman’s home is filled with so much angst and unconditional love you think to know her bounds she has created for herself you think to know wise to stop putting her in boxes that mirror your home never hers, — my body is never ashamed to set rooms on fire with her presence, the choice’s in my home have been a care to her first and never yours, you can not bother us knocking at our door and call upon our name in snake tongue full on your home green, –Women,– are not sacred, blooms that gift themselves so much you will never come to know my love it is too deep to see with your eyes caked, if you leave this body with scares she will teach your soul a lesson in true meaning of silence, you will never know her sweetness a nectar tongue so dangerous it has a way about your senses, she is sweet about her first, watch your worth, question your worthy ask you about her space, touching her ears, soft as her lips she does not kiss just anybody. –She is flamed from ancient spells. You are not her to tell her story. You have your own story to tell, listen to her femininity, and trust her words women who have experienced life in second worlds don’t hide as well as masculinity, energy never lies,– Does your soul talk about your body in the spirit realms? –You tell me. By this time, you should already have your answer ready to go.

Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

14.3.23 | Love meets Loving.

I haven’t written about her since our last conversation with blood since we walked away from our light to face our shadow since we blindfolded our mind(s) to the world and shut inwards. We haven’t felt this world since we were reunited with our second, our heart has missed our care and sensitivity to self, our mind has been busy learning to unlearn itself and together we are teaching her about free will, she has waited o long to be here. –I don’t think we have met. My name is divergent. It’s nice to finally be seen.– Realizing your mind has never looked this loving, it has never looked this respected we have found our respect for self and are passing it down to the generation of our trauma in this world and the second, we are actualising a life we have known in the second home and finally living in its light, we are not ashamed of our intelligence we are not suffocating our spirit and we are intentionally unconditionally-zing our life of choice, we have worked on our body in this home long and honest, we have trusted her path for us and she has held our hand through every hurt, we are no longer giving chances to those who do not present with empathy, love, respect, boundaries, gratitude, and many more extensions of a successful life. We are living a successful life. We have lived past each day, and our mind has suffered silent battles, and we have held her hand through every breakdown. We are her first love. We have fallen in -love with ourselves again.–

Eve of spring to summer. | 26.12.22

You can’t take back the things you said, when I spoke my dreams to life you flicked them away like they were black girl fairy tales, I had to catch myself which made it mean I had no choice but to have strength in my words, when I begged for your love it was hard for you to understand this will always have a part of my childhood, –now I am able to grow my own garden, I had to teach myself what it meant to love truly, I was forced into depression as though my life depended on the prescription I taught myself how to live instead of surviveing I did it alone.– When I was breathing under my second world for my own love first, you can’t mask your words without it using them again, so you use them again, this time I feel my heart break this time I can feel my mind go numb at blood, my body has left me she has saved my soul we are existing in our second life this is how it has always been, since flowers, since third home, since I don’t want to look at people and be disappointed at their words for me, when it comes to this skin, I am always forced into spaces I do not belong in, how I see myself I can show you if you let me, how I choose to present and be present is slowly becoming my super power Honey is teaching me about puzzle pieces and I am thankful about the –meet-cute–.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Its Spring time again. | 7.11.22

When I close my eyes, I ask us about the pillars we have held in our life, against the dark blue skies and thirty-three moons I am met with so much majesty, I close my eyes —again—. I can see now that we have come here to teach me about how my longing has to always be at our states of peace beck and call, that when our embodiment is of the lights we care to see into the silver sky is when we come to know of such words that hold into our blood, that have the nervous system to call onto our love for words, how they cradle our inner child and call at self some more. —We have forgotten how she felt about love—, almost forgot we are love. Our body has not had the greatest of love stories yet but I am told she has thirty-three wishes. We have love to thank for this, love was our saviour is our coild strand curl, yet she too calls upon tranquil serenity to bask under its light just to show more gratitude into my body so wr can make space to talk to our soul; And —right here, is where my worlds collide again.—

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Child. | 28.7.22

Thinking about the time I first learnt to dream, thought about how my dreams felt in my mind and watched them carry my body into different lives, at the time though to be linear I was balancing two life’s, thought about one demise, then I thought about how I first learnt to dream again and again and I felt my body melt at our persistence for a taste at a life, I felt safe here, I felt heard I could hear our home choose words that did not break our spirits here we learnt to dream, at the end of our beckoning of our pit fall we looked at the hole we dug and dragged our dreams up with us, we carried everything we wanted to be and gave it life in the form of our second life which presented as our first, I say blessings are always at the pit of our mindset, they take form in many smart I mean careless, I mean look what I have done with all of our work, I worked hard for us, for our dream look at me and all I have done to work hard for our dream, I have started our dream in oceans and rose them from the seas wet sand up crashing with the wave as they find their way home, I have to remind our home that it resides here too, that our realities may coldie however in this one we are the most how far we’ve come, —I tell her we have Matchbox Twenty our life into a simple plan peaces of me and this song saved my life, my memories of my life are still in motion in my mind we are the Ever Lasting Friend who chose to pick up the parts of herself that rested her inner child we speak of her less and less here this way it is most needed, each day we are in remembrance of her oceans that brought us to these shores we are her safe heart her gate keep, we are her protectors she has many that come after her we do not run at the sight of danger we root our feet into the wet sand and call on our home as loud as the dark sea’s crashing upon dark wet sand we are here to protect our own for all the meddling creatures that think to dampen our fire disguised as the great sea’s.—

Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

Two moons, and hidden suns. | 21.4.22

I’ve been having thoughts that play into movies and I can’t help but wish it were different, I haven’t had time stop like this before, it feels like I haven’t had time stop like this before until I think about the time and space I had created a dreamy garden where my form exists without worldly distractions, I think about the times —I gave myself to silence and watched her ricochet into my second world we have not had time like this before, it feels like we had time and haven’t stopped like this before until I think about how my voice had been my driving sense, how her chime is as warm as the love we give ourself, time has stoped like this for us, we put the first world on pause just so we could feel again, so we could sit beside our soul in our home and exchange dreams we have built upon our solitudes in many of the past and had conversations echoing with such peace as we create the life we have thought to know we deserve, we deserve the dream we are building into legacy, into second worlds, for our first world to not forget us, we haven’t had time stop like before, it feels like time has stopped until I think about the time and space I have created my dreamy garden high into our skies with two moons and hidden suns, we are far into a galactic planet that exists when we feel the most closest to her we are the most closest to her.—

—Her reminder that her visits are welcome, this is her home too I know sometimes she disassociate with this too.—

Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

The goddess of love and passion. | 18.3.22

And so I tell them, I am more than you could swallow, —I make my own bones shake, we are not the same.— I tell them, my existence is to experience me and stay full on my own, I remind them it is not my responsibility to inspire your flame the way I walk upon this self couraged confidence I have crafted fates we are not the same, I tell myself you’re the goddess of love and passion you imitate your power so loud some may think it to be for them and selfish yet selfless you stay three burning flames, selfish like the way your love has learnt to share more into our home before she agrees to bring her waters and bowed head to the cook out of celebrations, dare her light be selfless as though her power be the only godly gift about her. — We have always stepped into our shadow so we can turn into calm water and earth, we are the garden of ease. We displeasure of temperaments here to break our necks and not our backs, say I Will never be responsible for your happiness I am building my legacy too high for my emotions to lay bare for my worth of anything taste emotion from another’s lips first, I am the goddess of love and passion.

Entry #17 – Our habits. Don’t chase, change.

How do you feel about your 1 percent of successes and your 1 percent of failures. I’ve been on this thought for as long as the ice had taken to melt into my cold drink and I can’t help but wonder how did I become someone that craves communication just the way I crave understanding, when I think about this sentence I dive into my immediate life growing up, I think about how I had felt in situations that were hurtful to me but never the less they were also the truth, I thought about how my behaviour when hurt is similar to when I feel angry or unheard, I am learning the best ways to break out of this formation on thinking trying to outlook past my emotions seeing hurt and seeing the truth at the same time, feeling unheard and thinking patience, when we navigate to take up space like we have taught ourselves this whole 27 years we can’t help but direct the happenings by giving them their solution, we don’t like to ponder too often we are do’s which means after I have given breath to air I move, being stagnant has never been a quality that rests well inside of me, I too have spaces into myself that find room in our home that play into our fears and we sit with them sometimes, we welcome them even and in the end we become someone we do not recognise anymore, we will always notice our faults and we will always notice our strengths as best as we are learning to become. The idea is to not chase but change, the courage it holds to sit with your body and accept.

Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

Thank you, for your words and your actions. | 8.1.22

Poetry isn’t supposed to be beautiful, its not supposed to be anything. Poetry is that powerful that it holds space for us all, it gives without asking for anything in return, poetry give us meaning, it gives us connection, it keeps on learning to keep us informed about love. Poetry is many things, poetry has a galactic way about its form it not in our near speech, we are at peotrys mercy, poetry admires us because we bring poetry to life, poetry teaches us about balance, poetry gives us the tools and shows us our courage to use our tools to take our steps, poetry is not saying they are right, poetry is only half the journey your form is also your teacher. When we become poetry we are unlearning, when we become our form we are learning, we are never without each others guidance, we need poetry and poetry needs our form. —They don’t warn you about the magic or words separate from actions and actions separate from words, they only learn you what they mean together. The impact of words is the knowledge and the power, the impact of actions in the wisdom and the courage. We have always lived alongside both but never taught about their separate impact, one impact is always told to be more dominant to the other and this is wrong; Be mindful and be kind. The skills you learn in this lifetime will show who you are in the present, and who you’re claiming to become in future. Practice this kindness, thank poetry and form later if you must.—