CREATIVE WRITING
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The river calls
As the river calls My answer is silent this eve The walls though are not so stubborn Bit by bit they return the call Succumbing to the violent ebb and flow Of the rivers call
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Gravity’s Intent
Perhaps the buoyancy I feel when being present, really present, is gravity easing itself enough to let me mind rearrange cells and patterns into more favourable states before mind falls back to distraction and body falls back to its solid state.
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Updraft
The others felt it too. Roots stretched deeper into soil, claws gripped onto leaves, feet dug themselves into bark. The earth expanded slightly. And then the winds came.
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Universal
The day outside held so much celebration; the splashing and swooshing in the glorious mud which tickled at his fur; racing after butterflies and lizards that sprinted and flitted in a constant dance, the wind and the rain that played at his senses, flowers that overwhelmed and overjoyed his nose. How could all that be so wrong? When it was so much fun?
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The Matrix Code
You get to where you’re going by staying where you are When the lights go dim and your eyes no longer can make out or distinguish your surroundings That is the time to go within To detach from the senses and let the void swallow you for a while To find stillness in this deep murky soup of uncertainty For once you can find your true centre in the maelstrom in the muck in the mud in the blood sweat and tears Once you know who you really are In the thick of the proverbial shit You will start to leave your mark A huge steady footprint on a muddy…
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The Alchemical Warrior
Our greatest challenge right now Is to look the beast squarely in the face And not flinch This is the last dance, I believe With the thrashing tail writhing and lashing out In its death throes And it is leaving a trail of blood in its wake To be sure Let’s not shy away from that fact But let’s not sacrifice ourselves to the pit of despair For that feeds the beast still more And does nothing to aid those poor souls Who will be smugly written off in the black book of war As ‘collateral damage’ Perhaps When we see hate Let it remind us to give more love…
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The Serpent’s Tongue – Have the timelines split for good?
There are those that wish to perish and those that see our natural progression should end, and those committed to a new way of being. They both have their right to decide, to choose, but they cannot co-exist on the planet anymore.
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Pick A Side! The art of war.
I DO NOT condone violence of ANY sort, especially the innocent and helpless. But arrows and guns and emfs and words and debts and bombs and toxins and spears have been flying in EVERY direction for longer than I know or can imagine.
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Un-inverted Universe
It is up to each and every one of us to help create a better world for humanity and all sentience. So, what will you bring in to a world without limits?
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A little bit undone
A LITTLE BIT UNDONE It’s OK I’m just a little bit undone A shoelace come untied An unfolded story trying to hide A gift not quite securely tied Overflown suitcase open wide Unsecured. Unhitched. Unfastened. All the buckles of humanity To strap themselves in To common decency and respect Are swallowed up In oceans of propaganda Desert pretending to be forest Wolf pretending to be lamb Killing pretending to be… other The micro and macro Of man in his ignorance Have found me on my knees Who can one trust When we bind to our own shackles Beholden to the other Yet not to EACH other Simple pure connection No…
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I of the storm
I OF THE STORM Will you hold me steady As the path surges Over all rising tides Will you fix me in your gaze As horizons tumble Worlds slip and collide Will you take my hand When trying to grasp What slips through my fingers Will you steady my heart When panic and fear And disarray lingers Will you gather my feathers When Sun gets too close And wings become frayed Will you be my radar When wires short circuit My grounded charade Will you walk beside me When I wander off track Way too close to abyss Will you have my back When knees turn to jelly At it’s…
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Blessed are the red pilled
May all the bitter red pills you had to swallow Nourish and heal the scars from the jagged lies you were sold May all the steely glares that burnt into your beautiful naked face Twist into smiles as lost souls find solace in your radiance May all the backs that turned on you in compliant disgust Become a human shield that protects you from the shrapnel of illusion May all the violent words spat out at your unbridled footsteps Transmute into worded rhythms that beckon you to dance May the constant taunts at your selfish insanity through not following orders Become the low hum of…
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Evacuate evacuate evacuate…
I think I’m finally losing my mind And if I haven’t yet, I need to try harder For this prick filled iron maiden is not fit for inhabitation By a human kind
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Four Walls
I woke and stretched out lushly in my bedroom on the street only a few meters from your window. The tree that nestled into my windscreen also nudged your wall
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These boots were made for something
They’ve tripped me over in confusion when they tried to go everywhere at once They made me do unexpected side splits when they succeeded
