Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

My name is Fatma, but you can call me Guye. | 24.02.2024

I hear you loud and clear, you watching the tree’s talk to each other and blame it on the wind, its fine this way you think standing feet rooted to the door step of your home you take a deep breath, —knock knock.— Come in, and kindly leave your shoes by the door in this household we like to feel again, come in, respectfully gage my attention I have been known to follow my heart the days talk, come in, and let’s talk about why gardens are metaphors for ours this one is for bodies that feel their souls as they succeed themselves, —come in, leave your mask in that fish tank you won’t be needing her here. This home has been known to challenge what you think you already understand.—

It’s not Spring yet, so I’m having to find a reason for the lilac roses and rays of tulips from each exchange I received for good behaviour. —Funny is me accepting it thinking is this what it looks like to be among the living.— Come in, she explains your thoughts have been wondering where you have been, you can’t help but feel guilty about not wanting to stay in silence in the pit of it all, they don’t warn you about the living, instead they say come in reminding you to smile at every opportunity this is how you also make it here, I have been taught to navigate a world that does not find my intelligence important instead I hide it away in public, in environments that are flawed with systems that benefit to take. I want to be able to live without people grabbing at my being thinking they are slick with their blood dipped hands pat my back, laugh at me I mean with me, think it must be the food we are eating slowly rotting us from the inside so we forget what nourishment looks like, so our body stays shiny sick.– I have been counting headaches, my body aches from making choices that feel like they are attacking my body, I am attacking my mind, my mind in my heart and my heart on my mind, this is how we see them for who they really are, all of us navigating a world that was not our first home to begin with. —My name is much sweeter when it leaves your mouth, she reminds me.—

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

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.

Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

Solidarity for Spring | 31.11.21

—When I think of the human existance an impeachment of the pain we each go through the word that melts my mind is always the same.— The age in which we go through learns to grow across our steps, we haven’t always seen them as they are now, and for that we are grateful. Some of us have been through more than we could care to share, yet we are still choosing to believe each painful reminder at a time; teaching ourselves our many lives back to our spirt (present), our heart, even our mind our soul our unforgettable home, least we try to remember our self in this presenthood. It is going to be the first day of spring tomorrow. I have been counting the days of my next birth, breathing in another age fills my mind first before it reaches my heart. When I am dremt in milstones I remember just how much of a greeted tone it is to be where I have become it in my world first, which is to say, —I am invisioning my furture as I exhale into my present,— such is the nature of nurturing in the Sping in late November. We are the garden of birth and growth, we seek to heal and bloom wherever it is we please, some will want to give us tangible names call us —the fire of the calm between the oceans.— Which brings me to my next charm, the benevolence of those who think to keep you frozen, those who say snake tongue think to viper your name soil mixed with their spit spiteful and cheap yet we still finding a way to birth the skill of patience, the seasonal bloom is for honest bodies with —inner peace flowering out of their minds, we do not talk about this enough here.—

Fire in the Rain. By Fatma Hussein 2021

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Timeless inner peace.| 15.6.21

—Write a poem about (meaning) inner peace, you know a safe keep heart, beautiful mind you know a love note. Here’s to writing a prayer meant to last life times.—

This is for those who look into mirrors and see for themselves who they be, this for the cloud 9’s water infused fire ambitious with time for comfort for those who know about the Moons secrets and it’s healing in it’s silent silver light we be the untamed life forms that gleam the flickering never stops, we are of it’s light just to be called a star in our own life time, have we grasped this feeling today. We are God’s work, we are God’s work done so we radiate all it’s power and then some, who says dreamers of this world do not understand their reality a fool only knows no bounds to power of self, a fool will undeniably show you what happens when you play with oceans, this stream heavenly heavy on consciousness you would have to be asleep to wake at it’s surrendering, our light has matched flames walk into our path and centre of our fire yellow, red and blue dare it be colourless too, only fools could see to touch right?— They say inner peace grants us what we wish; inner peace is a conversation that comforts us to connect with contact with consistency and no lack for judgement fallacies, we can only dare this courage into us first —for those who are yet to step into it’s teaching of blood you must understand the difference between accountability and mission, between love and unconditional love, you must understand for self then for soul it is not enough to not keep going, you must keep going.— Your life, has a purposeful one, only the bravest of hearts, and conscious of minds, will come to understand, your ache for this thrive, your tribe, will find you so its up to you keep, going.—

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Shining Tall. Sunflower. | 7.1.21

It’s began; — We carry all that we allow and leave what does not hold enough content for us, time has always been a good place to start but I am realising it is also a phenomenal way to let it go. When we ground a concept let it be contentment, let it water mouths that it is beyond us in ways we nourish our love for it’s beloved crimson taste, we have waited far too long to be here, let alone be here this way. We are trying so warmly to give it meaning painfully loved it starts to fade, it slowly finds its way into our memories and loses mind creating more moments for unjudged growth. — Be selective, be here while learning to be patient, be love, while showing knowledge in wisdom, when you shift your heart to your mind you’re challenging sense(s) you for saw knowing you can have it all comes with mature intellect, some will call on your name others watch as you make it look like gods work; — I challenge you, I challenge you into more of those scarce fears, the sacred sacrifice of that thing you’re not shy to hold on to boasting it’s colours, the one you tell no one about and listen as you doubt self and beg at self confidence, a what you see verses what you think you see mentality is far more dangerously hell. I know they tell you to lie until you make it, — but why fake it until the end of time, it doesn’t always have to be this way, that’s the beautiful thing about growth, it’s the same care and love as a Sunflower blooming high into the sky so it can meet it’s committed shining star, — the Sun. —Did you hear, about the Sunflower? How she blooms into unstoppable heights, how she drinks from the sun and lives. —

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Tamu. | 9.12.20

Take me up, talk nice to me, I want to know what it’s like to touch melt the skies that have held high my dreams — clutch, and the clouds that came home rested my tears entwined I care say they let it go forgave now, restored with our storms the scent that lingers in the air right after a heavy storm, we have become from it all, — she see’s her self so lucky she will bring her own alive back from each and every death needed sentenced demanded patience, baby go get your sun, the glories waiting it’s turns, they come according to plan, how divine, we do not yield at challenge, — challenge learns to yield before us; Before soul, right after feeding on communication with Venus, — swim to me my darling we can weather any lifetime together, — you’re never lost here only found, here we do not rain without lesson, — we will never perish, eternal are those knowing of matched power that lives from a gratitude so intentioned as a love solidarity to it’s unconditional destiny. — You chose happiness, you watch as happiness chooses you, — you watch as you create your own life, magic has never looked so grad and familiar at the same time, — has it love. You asked me once before, now tell me what do you remember about this spell. — Talking in tongue strengthens; Shhh.

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Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Wholeheartedly. | 12.9.20

Hey love, I love you – will you tell me something, tell me what the colours of the sky feel with your eyes, when you hold your voice back from what it’s screaming to say do you remind yourself of love, say, how many times is the right times to fall in love, I know you hear my voice, I know you hear me calling for you to come home only when you’re ready to be love, you know it is not in my nature to be patient for too long, I am growing too tall, the trees are filling my lungs and the flowered gardens are tending to my soul, I am gently reminded some of us are found in chaos it’s okay to want to save yourself, it’s the way you learn to save that self, that self holds me and endearingly tight, we are gifts to each other whether we want them or not, our glory has always been in our intentions, when you’re fearful you are learning what it’s like to lose a part of you, when you rise to be fearless you’re learning to leave what does not compliment to serve your hill top dreams, you’re a forever evolving form, – heat has a way of finding their beloved’s right where they knew they would be, and air calculates ahead sometimes they are catching up to each other’s language, hey love, – have you ever thought about what would happen if we made it here together, if we created something we self made and believing we can make it here, the stars looking at our love as we look back into it’s mystery and fall in love all over again, I dare say romance is not about how much love its about who you love, it’s never been so simple love, loving is about an unconditional gratitude full on love saying, – I know you’re great, I just want you to be.