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.–

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

Reasy. | 25.1.20, 26.1.20

Tell me how we sleep on wishing stars 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 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

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

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

Chocolate. | 1.12.19

Since we’ve been here we get told to leave us behind so hard, we have out lived our past self each day we breathe this way of life is honest in our self first, how many more encompass riotous elements, more of this seasoned into who they crave reason to be, I am doing my best not to be who I was knowing this who we are meant to be, when we come close to projection we are to have the love meant intended for us when we believe to break, when we fear to chime our trust to our body is what we want to do next, so often we do not go after who we love, forgetting why we love, remembering we are scared of one type of reaction, perspective is a chocolate noun, a troubled stand point if not well nourished, too often we do not see the value we hold space for into ourselves here too, it is not so often we see ourselves but others in hued light-scapes, under the blanket of a dark sky filled with more then the glimmering of the silver stars, in this side of the full moon light glow we are always so close but do not want to understand the courage of what it truly pains to get to happy, we are too far deep in outside of our selves sometimes we have taught our self to forget how to love the twins, we forget how to love each other, under this all you are to be knowing the posy of flowers it may demand with or without you, too playful too serious we get lost into illusions, learn ourselves to fall into state of minds before we fall into state of selves, perspective is perceiving imposter, its how a you came to grow into polishing how perfect our soul could live this far into time leaps, understood that we are never attached to just one but many, its simply put into love, a pleasantness easily explained as over dose into this real is how we love before who we love, our softness is a treasured scent, when you see into a soul you see into their past and present, you feel them in a way that can not be easily explained into this world, baby sees the future so well everything is always on purpose, we are always this allowing of ways into us both sometimes we question the answers the most just so we can hold the pieces up for us to see our reflection back inside of us, people are always curious of others and never who they are starved first, out growing their current self but are not aware enough of this state, when you come to learn this December journey selfishly you find both answers and questions to ask your type of living, you start living in your present, you’re the beginning somewhere near your love and the way they also sneak glances of knowing who you’re outside of this word too, if I told you that this past life time I have seen myself feel others speak without watching their mouths move would you believe me, that when our soul learns its own language we start to speak and hear words in their honest truth just by listening. -Trick question do you know your soul? What does your soul say about you when you’re not listening?

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.

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.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

14.8.19 | Dove.

How do I love now, I write you into the places I have found you into my soul, a part of our whole, a beating heart that feels a lot like a home, its a lot like the way it feels watching the rain, its something like finding a whole that speaks my love language and we match intensities, that part might just be the water Venus in me, its nothing like these flowers, I need a worthy flame to match, its being able to surrender to the air around me and liking it, the way it feels with you is the same as when I get to spend the day with my soul surrounding myself with my favorite words, its the feeling of the days where I am silly happy for no tangible reason, moments where I understand the feeling of touch, and stop making love out to be so matter of fact, truth is love isn’t always as logical as we may love it to be, when emotions are involved no matter how much we fight its feeling it will still rise the only way it knows how best, honestly, my love is how it feels to kiss you without any fear, how it feels when you take my hands into yours, its looking into each others souls, loving is knowing my worth is matched in energy and high vibration, they say the way law of attraction works is easy, yet I’m not sure its so easy to know what you want and know what you’re willing to love about souls no matter how much you realize you fill each other, maybe this is also part of being enough into love, I guess I understand that a love connection is something like creating a whole with each others honest selves, like a whole new world, like hearing words like we belong together spoken out loud and remembering that love could be centered at courage.