Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

Astro creatures | 8/10/2023.

I tell her come down

Our world has fallen before heartstrings know when they have been had

When they have been replaced with what makes more sense, the how in heart behaviour, she has been the replacement long before she was born

Her blood curses her out in her favourite way, out loud and green some of us prefer to perish before the after life we like to be in control of our mortality

Some of us have vanes that seem blue but are actually disguised as green

I’ve been told to stop feeling so blue to stop being so blue but how do I let them know that for you to survive the next level is to murder your ego, I advice them

Take your mask off this instant.

They never warn you about yourself unless the skin matches the mirror

Here, we get to close and wonder why,

Here, we make connections that are dreamt into astro they don’t tell you that a carrot is a hybrid that if you eat too much for your vision you might turn into an orange light

Fuck around disappear, fuck around become clean, here we like to play with the words and evolve them as they desire to appear, here we live in open awareness, -here we choose this way of a life first.-

What they don’t tell you about happiness is that it is okay alone too, what they don’t tell you about love is that it will require and surrender you first every-time. – when you feel this is a clear sign of vulnerability, I will charge your time for this healing. Next time it won’t be this cheap.-

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.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

The undead. | 16.11.22

Russ sang (2021) “Misunderstood, you only see
Pieces that fit your view of me
Your mind is made up, my hands are tied
Misunderstood time after time.”

I missed this, grape dreams high as grape trees we are the undying melodramatics that sit in the evening sky to hear if the world sounds different now, we see so much of its life on our bodies, the lines that curve our palms to the light hairs that gaze at the afternoon brief sun, welcome to Spring. During this time of year, we are most of everything and anything at once, we prefer to be called Spring in late November. I can hear the chants louder now, I can listen to our bubbly life crush like waves against the currents, I tell you I can feel it all. I mean I can listen to how my hearts feelings break with every gas-lit, I can feel my mind see the shuttering of possibilities of loosing who I have worked so hard to become at the sight of undying love, to watch as the operation in me the 33 reason just to be forsaken and granted otherwise; have we not died enough? I often ask myself now was there anything to save if there wasn’t anything wanting to be saved, burning more Cole, more Russ and Russel we have been finding ourselves too long they say to me -you have been anything but what I want you to be-, screaming with their mouth closed I think to say screaming with my mouth open. -I am no one but myself first-, reciting citation of nothing but mad mouths and not my mouth we have not been each other around each other, we have been hesitating to bare truth knowing this will not work for us. Our love does not stand a chance against our truth,- and so I ask, have you heard of the Spring in late November? Have you read her words and yielded their power for truth in front of fear? Have you witnessed to brave Spring bring back November from the wake of realms to present then you have not lived long enough to witness the rebirths of deaths. -A fearless spirit guided by untamed compassion.- There is nothing to fear here -I tell her, love.- Loves come in great forms and leaves a Spring in late November, we are the prophecy of its legend.

Russ sang (2021), “I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired
Of overexplaining myself when you don’t want to get it
I’m not responsible for what you don’t understand
Just for what I say and who I am.”

To my defence I missed this, grape dreams high as grape trees we are the undying melodramatics that sit in the evening sky to hear if the world sounds different now, we see so much of its life on our bodies, the lines that curve our palms to the light hairs that gaze at the afternoon brief sun, welcome to Spring. During this time of year, we are most of everything and anything at once, we prefer to be called Spring in late November.

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

Imba.| 2.10.2021

Existential and forming,— how we cling to unimaginable phonology our way to communicate with ourselves has evolved us and those finding comfort into our words too. —We are in strange ties as forms and we can not for life of us begin to imagine where to start when we become challenged by the world so out of sorts out of our control so we leave it, we let it go and focus on the means to mass that follows our shadow like our protector we have built many of these to give much peace into us from worldly phonology visualise letting them get near our armour dare be the day we curse them with our words so carefully placed into magic and motion, crafted by the depths of phonetic dreams made into hands we are the —serial tranquility to our own —lip bitting serenity let it be said we be the —undying love commanded our —playful gratitude we have been carrying this message bashful too long to get it back to the hearts of minds rightfully throned these words come with of great legacy, it is our legacy here, we have been waiting for a life to be given to us once we —understood the strength in aching we greeted it with courage and called it to sing, called upon our smile and song, gave it our name and recognised our phonology is our existential forming— never conforming to existential phonology it is here we understood our unstoppable keen for dreams matched to phonology, —a type of language that is formed by the minds emotions and the hearts mind.—

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Entry #17 Covid has me unemployed after being employed and Im trying to get myself yet through another chance and restoring my livelihood when it is being threatened. How are you all doing?

So I just lost my full time job because I put in my resignation for my current full time job due to covid my timing could not have been anything but perfect, can you hear the sarcasm in my typing. I had a long drive from work today thinking about how life makes it possible to have so many fall backs and lessons with your own mental therapy about an outcome you so deliberately planned for, thinking about how this sounds so familiar back in 2019 dragged until 2020 and not until that year toward the middle I finally found ripe security in something I had wanted for myself so bad, I had worked so hard I deserved this chance. I was driving home from work today after what felt like a long shift thinking I worked so hard to get back to right where I began and for the first time in my life of downfalls I could not cry about it. My mentality lead me to lead us out of this mess the only way I grew to know how and that was with my strength to never give up on myself. I told me myself “I will never give up on who I am becoming and never give up on myself now. I have been hurt and down this rabbit hole of despair I will not fall for its old tricks again or at all I am better than this, I know I can get myself out of anything if I really wanted to so here I am getting myself out of yet another attempt and my livelihood.”

This is to us, those who once had a job and are now struggling with how the pandemic has handled our livelihoods. This is to us, we will make it out of this too I strongly believe in myself and I strongly believe in us, we have got this no matter how you look at this we have got this, no matter how it feels we have got this, there is always opportunity wherever you look, keep going this is no time to stop. Take some time to ease your body, soul and spirt about this, and as you’re calming down, adapt get yourself back to where you belong and that is being the best version of yourself for who you’re becoming to be.

Fatma.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

20.3.21 | Character Play

This space we have created, for us, a field of sun flowers and tall trees with purple vined leaves filled with all the moon light, warm to the touch of our skin, we hold this inner world dear when we look up at the sky do we feel charged by light some more. You will hear about patience but can you never understand its light, until you have chosen to walk this path too. – When you come close to hearts like mind and mind like hearts do not be afraid of the character challenge it, feed it to play with you here, be at its peace, take soft steps while focusing on its unwavering mercy, she will gift you when you feel the most honest, when care is matched to vulnerability. Give fear the most permission and do not judge its way of finding you, a lot of the time when we are this high up we forget that we didn’t know it could also be this way, our keepsake, as shifting bodies to stay grounded no matter how close we are to our calling planets, it has always been our healing to know of our powers before we find the path to master its complexities. – Here, we get to fall in love differently, now, we give our body the permission to let in our soul. It hasn’t always been this easy to breath underneath our light matched to our darkness; Some have survived while others are still learning what this even means, we may not always feel inclined however, we are always deserving. Do not think you have fooled your breath only because you have fooled your body, do not think you have fooled your body only because you have fooled your soul; There has always been a greater force around us whether we live to admit it or otherwise, it is not all our paths to excel this, however, we are always welcomed enough to challenge this for our character in identity on this reality it begs at its roots here the most, being grounded is about noticing what your core to your present internally forms to vine while working towards the fields of flowers it waters for your reality externally. — For self, we must learn a type of inner peace that grants our realities the way we love self without ego and judgment. Prosperity is what you unconditionally love to perceive it to be, while having unjudged gratitude for what you love it to become. —Now breathe in all that is deserving of self presently while you exhale what you wish to let go presently.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Energetic conversations. | 30/9/20

Variations on love, I forgot about you one time, this was the most difficult way I learnt the care in loving you, they mention that distance knows no love not felt, in my Solus about you I filled it with so much silence because I wanted to, we show our chaos shambles of understanding each others efforts, we separate to heal our own inflicted wounds, we caused our pain, this love, because we chose not to believe in its healing, we grew the distance between us some more, do we admit we are as it be until we are as messed up as love — for love, when pain flowers love it becomes a sole garden without knowing bodies binding our hearts, blinded, we do not want to see that this too harbors love powerless — instinctively, we think to admit do our lovers ever really morn moaning our name under their breath to preserve us or let us go, when we settle with our heart we imagine who died in us first was it you or love, the innocence is the best lie about love as an old soul, the flowing magic of being human into love is probably the most honest way to begin to admit to love in the first place (don’t you agree love…)-. We remember words so much our acute eye for actions is almost to a fault — love loves logically and love loves emotionally, actions and words alert the body to love yourself everyday at 5 to 5, divinity asks, does looking for love when you are looking for love count as love, or are we just starved for its tastes, why must we always question affection this way, have we learnt nothing to impact without the lesson, the teaching of our pride will be our greatest revolution, our succumbing to our souls trusting our intuition will be our ultimate test into self love separated yet again, our understanding of love must come from here-. My child, it never really goes away does it? The love always finds a way to restore its self from inside of you, there is no one dumber nor smarter than a being in love, be observant of how you stream through screaming walks of life, I think the pain I feel when I explain liars in my mist is the same as a heart break, find her they’ll say, tell all the guards she is grounded from her heart the only love she is allowed to have is her own until she has broken here her own heart, a joker, the punch line was you not love, a joker, should I just also do nothing and wait, I mean won’t you tell me where is this downfall, here waiting or doing nothing, I did not know this is also love, point taken shuffling the notes realizing they were scrambled to mean a gift you give yourself, talking out loud in your head or in real time is strange but not as uncommon as you think it to actually be, don’t raise your voice at your heart, your mind has been watching you play out this sorry attempt to prove normalcy it is beyond you-. I have found out another buried secret, that I am always miffed at love, I will never always know it’s secrets to the hold it has on lovers, sitting here thinking I am spent at myself, — shocker you’re in love, yet again, what is different this millennia.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

I’m surviving your(self). | 22/9/20

I fear I am losing my touch into my world, being here has made it difficult to reconnect with my whole chosen family, I feel slightly lost light-headed from the sleepless nights of dreaming of my way back home, the places I have found are here but I can not go, I feel trapped inside a space that held a different meaning I am having trouble deciphering its coding, all it’s pent up questions are slowly taking the magic that runs through my blood, how I talk in language that is only familiar to mine is fading, I am falling, I am starting to revisit old memories seeing my younger self she is restless as am I, I am losing my compassion my words they leave my mouth but they are not mine they do not feel like mine, this is not me I am not who you see right now, who you hear speaking, I am writing this note to see who I am again, the past is following me like a ghost, she is attacking my mind and leaving my heart tethered, she is weakening our power creating sinister clouds in our vision I am doing whatever I can to keep us safe before she loses her resolve, come back quick it doesn’t have to be this way, you do not run at the site of change you challenge it’s compromise, we form a bigger greatness, you know about the wait you understand the patience but you can not bare the beating it leaves your body, you have never been good with the scares I know, it’s okay to be afraid of ourselves once in a while, we know for you it can keep you going, your state of mind is something you will always have to bring yourself back from but it will never be who you are, open your vision in the center of your lifes mission, do not only see with your heart when you are a formidable being that sees with pure emotion a most challenging ability to keep safe and untainted from a world swarming with unpleasant corrupt intent of intentions this type of healing keepsake will never hold you back from your own intuition instead learn to keep you safe when coexisting becomes the necessity-. It will not always have to be like this, a promise you bind with your inner belief.