Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Reasy. | 25.1.20, 26.1.20

Tell me how we sleep on wishing starts so often we forget about the sky, forget you don’t live outside of yourself first, come to think of it when was the last time you told love you love them, I love you, every time you say my name I can feel my breath tighten under my tongue And one, I love you the way I love myself enough, this care for you in doses of unbreakable honesty, I love you worthy, where and when it matters the most from inside of ourselves, so many of my secret efforts are carefully made for you to notice my Spring in late November, how often I colourfully bloom even now, I have fallen in love again, I have fallen in love flourishing, think I’ve found a heart as ready for me as I am, the type of soul devouring passion, both sceptics of happenings, both live inside of our heads Spring more than Autumn, his leaves are multicoloured, textured, we are beautifully flawed, remind him I am his season change, when I am without his amber I forget about what is in front of me, sometimes, he is a gentle reminder of the habits I have formed into scars that are not visible into fumbled hearts, ambers love feels like Autumn, feels like 26 degree summer, mindful complements enough to drown into loves arms, love is free, is sorry, is kind, love is candid, is unknowing, love is unconditional and agrees, love says more when I mention loves name into love, love likes to keep me warm, loves to pull me close for more, likes to speak to me in a way I have longed impatient about loves lips, is patient but persistent, love is a familiar hand to a better me, loves hands reminds me of albatross wings, soft, is an adoring multiform, love is the texture of ambered blanket leaves scattered at my feet, love is a home, is my tears, my heart, a whole, together we are elevated, -My home is yielding, we are now protectors of each other, together we are the stream of water, I swallow my love for you whole, it’s not often we get to meet such confident souls carefree enough, who love harder than Spring in Late November, can you call her name again she likes to hear the taste of her in your mouth, so much ease, so much kept soft hidden beneath kind eyes that like to be not be seen, could see stars through all this sky, want to wish him all the luck he has yet to discover, the thing about hidden souls is that they are always still willing to determined to absorb about their luck in pleased smirks of beauty enough about themselves, about their hard love, how this means in their locked home, I love him and the planet he came from, I love him deeply sometimes I’m scared about all the ache, the sorry’s, he doesn’t even know we are 2 alike, I tell him look harder into me, look deeply into yourself, when you take ones soul and bring it together with another care about love you get a lucky love, how uncanny, after I feed my soul it is almost waiting patiently starved more, for you.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Damned Dream/er. | 21.01.20

I tell them all I am fearless most black cat dreamers will know how I mean, this code done been tried to break on me the world seems so small from here, an existence of green and blue are we lost on what we have built all this time, the way I move is no misguided effort, I have come close to so much every time I am here, I am met with myself and a cable anarchist mind, freedom is a beautiful privilege, I dream alone, I am told the best place I also find solitude is in my own focus, I am milkyways away from my reality being present and centered has always gotten the best of my both worlds, when my eyes are open most of the time I am not here I am inside of me, when you learn to find abnormal solitude within yourself this way it can also easily be your quickest determent, not everything is a good distraction and not every distraction is detrimental, we are needed into places we did not even dream of falling into yet, so many lights years away up here and when we walk with our eyes opened we see inside of us, what does that say about our present about our unconscious consciousness how do we like to fly this high, a warm body with icy words, a flow of unbreakable failures, and an air about her grin, so often I have to remind myself who I am so I can do what I was fated to live before I leave this planet for good.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

A whole Avator. | 6.1.20

You know the more I think about it life is really interesting but cliche, so much of what happens is always a balancing measure of classifications, sass of what has already happened and what could happen, there’s so much we still don’t know about the world we breath into sometimes we don’t understand how we could also take this for granted in this reality it has been told we are temporary being roaming a vacancy with out a time span told, most if not more than it may actually seem like a freedom landscape of how you would like to use this body until you’re unknowingly passing, I’ve been hearing about the importance of teaching death and I remember when I was a child how I saw it however in the context of faith, I remember being so scared about it not because we would all one day pass, that I will one day pass without being remembered in a way that fulfilled my soul, I remember feeling if I die how do I want to be remembered for who I dreamt of being and became, so often I am in a dream state and I wonder about my two different realities and how they meet this way, I look at love and wonder if he sees my dreamy eyes alive in me too, so much to live for and again we are reminded the importance of taking care of our body well here, reminded again to extend it to our soul too, to be remembered into ourselves is the best kind of gratitude I want into my whole being first, I have chosen a life of growth and love this is my ultimate down pour, my final season always ends in softness and humility, here are some kind words heard to live by, give your life meaning, a friend is the sight of whom gives you joy, do not rely of hope, focus on a certain task and let all our efforts go to that task, the ability to pay attention, when we don’t depend on the opinion of others we become free, balance solitude and being in crowds, solitude retires in ourselves, and lastly the mind needs relaxation from time to time live a life worth living than a life worthlessly lived, you’re more than what you fool yourself to believe, we have all been found into ourselves before the only reason we feel lost from its feeling is when we loose within ourselves without balancing out our serenity tranquillity.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Love decade 20/20 | 6.1.20

I’m still highly strung and excited about you, you make me feel lifted wondering how long this will last, I rearrange the even numbers in my mind and ours keep coming up, you tell me not to worry about things so much out of my mind you help me come back to life with your voice, your words admiring what is still unexpected if you’re still listening too, I’ve been meaning to ask you about your love each moment you keep reminding me how unconditional it is, hurt bodies are still learning to receive this type of love from others other than their blood, when I tell you I love you I am holding onto its intensity a little longer, I know how to love for the one who best deserves my whole, I am madly in love with love so when you tell me you love me back I can not shake its warmth my body is in heat about its feeling here the most when our eyes meet and you ever say it again I am learning to let you in some more, I tell him his patience with me is one of his ways about his twilight abundance, I say because you can only whole heartedly give when you don’t expect to receive, I tell him I love him and he tells me more, we are still learning about what it means to be whole together, we are two souls bound to have met, each memory he holds me close and I can not meet his eyes I can feel my body present here the most, when he pulls me in closer I can feel his love so much sometimes I can’t help my soul I smile at how silly happy another soul can add to your life this way, he is grounded into himself some more, and I burn into myself here too, our roots are learning to commit to memory, to get knowledge and skill by studying each other softly we allow each others self in turn in twin choose to stay and grow together this connected, when he is not here I am still found thinking about his softness, the way he speaks and how he loves, I close eyes when this intensity drowns into the sound of the rain in this late summer decade and I take a deep breath out.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

I have a question that only you can answer. | 3.1.20

Listen, I heard someone say personal, political, objective truth, data to information, information to knowledge, know knowledge into wisdom, listen to its way of as perceptible, a bias to, conformation bias to say you are correct is your type of evidence, what does it mean to be sceptic, to be convinced by data, means a meaning you’re less connected to what is objective of what is true, the truth in examples you’re less likely to make decisions to connect to the truth that will benefit you and those close to your first world, too much control is a waste of energy, string pulling your soul is not advised this is the probity you have also been looking for, letting go or doing nothing is seen as positivism, is looked down upon, letting it be, the power of letting go is hidden, passed down wisdom from generations of lost and found souls our mothers fathers and our fathers mothers, letting things take their natural course is not as hard as we may like to prove, perspective perception is a funny flipped coin, we watch what we question as what is real and wonder at what is really real, we are nothing without our vision, without our imagination, we are the black cat dreamers, awake and aware of things that string into our lit world, and you realize, you’re not desperately alone, the beauty about this all has always been you.

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

24.11.19 | Flamed Air.

Flame, I can feel it when you tell me that these two worlds are nothing alike, that I can still fall this far in and not catch myself here, too many times have I begged at freedoms air, I can see it how we are worlds apart and only here can we find ourselves more into us first, when you make words look so easy misplacing its reality into this world here first you’re loosing my sparked soul more each wasted breathe more inside of my world here first, this fire sweet type of intimacy is hard to lie into, those who understand the attention that fire brings burning in the rain know how it holds space, know a soul this unconditional you would never want to loose her telepathy, in her eyes, when will we learn more into mistakes, our pleasures deepest desires, minds of capable awakenings only to be silenced by themselves first have they forgotten their dream here too, have you forgotten how to be with yourself too, many sky’s ago I felt your warmth here, this is the first time I am truly giving my breath the permission it needs to what is means for me to let you go energetically, we are two souls bound to each other allowing and living different life paths, destined to smoke us alive depending on how we love unconditionally, we’re majoring about what it honestly takes for and from our soul within, deep down your inner child is blocked within walls, is still forced to look into their mirror and face their feared psyche of being loved or lover, how this is also finding its way to ground us both sometimes, I am a sparked flame to her own here the most, you were stolen air tightening around my neck, she is learning to ash what is left resting in her about you as she give my being to her highest self, I never want to stand still this way longer than I have out grown a type of love, you can not learn to waste your worth even when you feel it’s divine-. If you meet a soul that does not know how to choose themselves first, well, you’re walking into calculated direction, you’re only able to love the way you’re still unconditionally yours first, we know this too often, it is only until we read this out loud we are able to hear ourselves clearly, over, and over again until we are able to hear it clearly over and over again. -A Mantra.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

27.10.19|Na Wewe.

I am always longing for myself this way too, so much untouched fears and again I am reminded of the dark side of the waters full moon, I haven’t been listening to my soul it wasn’t until into this night fall after the rain I felt her here again, she is back with her softness, showing me her fire we sit side by side listening to each other this is how you’re touching fire too, we are all our fears worst enemy, our ego likes to play the devil upside down, has told us we are not a worthy soul, watched my body curl up into its self, I remind her that this is also who we are mirroring from too, that nothing looks this tempting unless we are being tested a 5D awakening is knowing you’re not confined to this realm first, the second is the channeling challenge of our awareness, our subconscious awakening that likes to come and play mind games you’re to ask what you see with your mind first before you look into it with your eyes here, you’re a whole self into more than the way we are ego’d to think, our soul has been fighting for our awakening here most, it is only until I talk to her this way present I come to know a life purpose, I have been told that my sun self is fire, my truth has never been this fulfilling, again I am reminded into more of myself here, when I shut my eyes I can see our love, I can feel her so intensely in me we are to meet in a dream space into the silver coloured sky, my soul is my healer, she is my higher self, when I am chased by temptations in this reality she creates waves of communication to us we are told to listen to each download, I have wished for this day longer than I can ever come to assimilate, my time spent here is not my forever, I am more than a memory, when I open my eyes to look around me I am a constant knowing of how I choose to live my own truth here, I am a gentle reminder of unconditional love deep inside of this body, tainted and built up again and again, you can not fool a soul that learns to vine higher after each death, after each tower moment, she is here to find her soul and love her unconditionally.