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.-

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

She has fallen, for Present. | 8.2.21

I swear this feeling is here to stay. I swear it is the best way about being human, that we get to experience to share vulnerability, so often we are glanced at by looking glass eyes not enough by sunflowers, we understand the sentiment but we also understand that we have outgrown glass cups. The memory is, that we have lived long enough to know unconditional love enough to have fallen for it’s worth, capable of its respect and caring about it’s safety into our caliber. Our chances now are matched in opportunity, our opportunity is chimed in soft tones of our most lush feelings, we have mastered floating amongst the full moons. — It’s been a while, since I’ve been here. Been thinking, about my reality. — How it’s matched to my dreams now more than ever dreamed, and the fear, of losing sleep has never felt so bliss. — I am bound to my soul first. —She is learning how to walk on her two feet flat against the earth healing, teaching to be present has never looked this dangerously charming.—

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

332 333 pm let her go, it’s okay. You’re more than ready now. | 30/8/20

Life here, — has been droll, I am breaking down identity, shuttering it’s prideful benevolence has become fun, I feel beside myself with fearless humble, trying to see where it fits into my character here, the moments of pure joy in my childhood are spent with my siblings my heart learns to center around these moments like metaphors and real that rhyme with all that’s right here in these memories with moments such as these and real, a lifetime I will hold dear a love I am in tears about I have so much to be grateful when I sit by my window watching the swinging trees rippen about to bloom in the month of Spring-, as an adult, you start to wonder more and more into experiences passed, ask your body, search for the point outside you how this shipped your perception of what it means being a human living in the now human experience, you get undying about understanding how life plays you, fool upside down tower and real, you start to look at everything you have ever thought to have known remarkably enlightened, a bitter sweet fruit that has learned to bare it’s roots nourishing your sharpened mind, giving much need water to your loving heart, when you find yourself making footsteps to your bed closing the door behind you wondering how much of the past you have left behind along with that sign like a sword above your door a protector of compassionate beings, they might never understand your loyalty and you will tell them yes, how can you when all you choose to focus on is the passion without the knowing of its love — you think about the things within in you that bring forth absolute sun that come sole from you, remember how it felt to be happy here, that feelings consume time when you realize you have been doubting worth of worthy so long you fooled yourself into a form spoken for without your cat suit on, you have outlived that body, step into your mind, smile with your heart and open your crown to your bodies rewarding capabilities, dream your dream, open and close your eyes, see your dream come to life with your hands, show your younger self all her hard work too began from her expression of expansion, that you will never forget her gift to you, all the nights she over shared with you was her cup overflowing with spring water, so much love just so you could see her one last time and learn to let her go, she was begging from the very beginning to be seen by you, when kin thought you to be trouble you cried about the tares you gave yourself here, when all you wanted was to be seen.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Her Garden. (Spring is upon us) | 19.5.20

Stop me, I am about to make myself make the biggest best mistake of my life, if I do not take this chance, I am seeing evidence every where its exciting yet it questions my every motive, I am unsure about its presence not only here but here to come, 3 years going to 4 is a long time to have wanted, I’ve learnt a lot since then, changed right before I could even make sense of existence itself, found newness in everything I envisioned, I’ve made my share of mistakes without you too, I’m starting to think in ideas, in details of wholes, worlds, the mechanics of questioning the details the time it takes is its unmeasurable, it never stops-, I am having the best time of my life lone in two worlds but never alone, I know about companionship, what it offers, know that it can taste both bitter sweet the way I like my hunger to more knowledge, food, tug and pull at things enough and you can have a power, there, in that magic plot to change its perception in your mind, which is to say are you okay even today, how do you explain that your thirst for more about worlds is connected to skin ship, maybe even made love more passionate, there is something so breathtakingly wholesome about experiences crafted of knowledge and later also learn to thrive into the threads of intuition, the weight it lifts off your shoulders and takes stresses away from the tail bone, able bodied, like it disappeares so the next conversation with your soul isn’t that much more speechless, that you can listen to your own voice and feel a sense of comfort, a calm of growing gardens so beautifully radiant it gleems with the sky a patient blue talks into your two worlds, words you didn’t know you needed to hear and again you start to feel the less of unknown pains you did not know you carried all these years, then a beautiful thing happens, you’ve made it here, came aliened your two dominant elements, now let the healing really begin.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Rose’d | 3.4.20

When we go after the qualities that make up love we go after our 10 year old self too, so much of what I have done up until who I am now is in loss and gratitude for her, if she didn’t then I wouldn’t be here in front of me right now, I always get asked about kindness, about the ways I have formed my heart to believe and the best answer is always love, I know a lot about pain, I know what is feels like to be isolated into the 3D and what that could do to a persons being, I have lived with pain most of my life, I’ve gotten to understand and know about a kind present and a kind passing, we are more willing to heal us if we accept us as we are, I found this out when I was learning to grow into me, rose’d thorns, I was being taught about a kind of beauty, I don’t always if not most of the time have it together with all of her, we are at still learning together with her reality and what I see here is my world too, I am learning the importance of patience, coming from myself first, I get into self so much I have taught my body to be selfless in ways that could only be imagined, I have dreamy of days where I am dipped into serenity, each down pour my soul could not have asked for a better self each day we are loved here the most, when I believe myself into freedom I see a soul beautified, I see so much happiness even when it doesn’t always Rain on Spring in Late November, we have come to know the tranquil self in all dreaming states, so current, she knows not to take herself for granted any more, tell her she is more than a season change she is a blessed dream to the touch of our heart, do not take her soul for granted she is black magic fearless at her core.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Soul (black cat) Conversations | 30.01.20

I’ve been trying to understand the way trust finds its space centered into us, how it would feel to make the choices we do over our empathy and how that can make room for another way into us too, a new skill we didn’t know enough about is now something that has been done into us, we tore our layers back enough into careful heartbeats, pacing, how often is it you make these vision choices without its receiver, tell me, how did it feel, and if so what did you learn about yourself here, when you crossed paths with a type of higher self how did she taste, how often are we aware enough to sense that even we need to give ourselves the chance enough to make air for the way we move around us too, we are always closer to our soul then we may think it, this is also where we start to care for her wounds, its why we learn to nurture her teachings here too, when we look into us often we are able to give ourselves away to another’s inner child only to hear our voices out loud, only to feel lost before understanding why that is, empathy is our greatest catalyst of gratitude, learning to feed her is still a new kind of self love for me here, very quickly we know those who care enough are to never run away from within, most of the time when we are asking to be loved we are needing to be found, we do not ever mean from outside of our home first, these illusions in our 3D play on our fears and our ego fights back the only way it knows how only to learn you about what is still begging to be healed, when we surrender to face our mirror time and time again we are learning to purge we telling her our soul permission to ascend in our power, how long are you to run away from yourself until you understand that this type of love will never leave you, she is both lesson and fever, her heartache is not like another, be weary of her presence, give her too the time and space to give you the acceptance you have been starving from long before you knew its name, her love is a constant reflection of how you choose to love her first, she is a reaper extenuation of what is waiting for you ahead. -Do not look back any longer there is nothing left for her here anymore.

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

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.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

28.09.2019 | Dreamspace September, 28th 2019.

In my dreams this isn’t our first time meeting like this, there have been life times of being awake here that have taught me what it means to let dream states like this stay this dormant until they are ready to fulfill their life intentions, in my dreams we talk without fear, without foolish ego’s, we become as honest as soul ships, I tell you you’re my last love, feel my wish into yours, my eyes lost into our dream space, I listen to your heart as you speak your truth here, wonder how blissful this could be with you, you talk about how you never knew love to be this filling, this heated, say it has learnt to take your own breath away, this connection has learnt yourself a careful soul, how each touch, these words that have been given purpose, learn to slow burn flames, believe that your air has never felt this breathless, this type of freedom is a dream like, an air realm of spoken dreams and endearing presentness, a wishful dreamers reality, I close my eyes tighter to stay here longer a love has never felt this real here, we have taught our soul to let go to what does not want to grow with us, we know the abundance of sharing, ethics that have been seen into our acts of how we treat ourselves the souls that roam our life time here, so much goes unsaid and we are left to leave it all behind so we can understand the truth about knowledge, how this campuses our paths, how each route is on purpose, we fear so quick what is not in our senses before we even realise what is in our senses, so much has been left to us to discover there is never not enough of us here, we struggle with placement of our souls some of us have past our awakenings and are rising with the new world ahead of us, this new age of beginning is a beaconing call to look at how well we have mastered our awareness inside and around us, how being at calm with our short comings is the answer that we have missed so long into our ego’s so well, life is lovingly simple, we have been learnt to make it complicated-. Will you choose your ego, or your awareness here too.