See beyond the now…

See beyond the now...

Imagination is the magic. To be able to see the wind and hear the snow falling, be able to touch dusk on the first corner with your finger and feel the taste of a dreamy moonlight on the lips.
~(gail)~Art by James Morgan
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You Called Me A Contra

Totally get the sentiment in this.

Charlotte Cuevas

I was supposed to call you
every now and then,
I was supposed to ask you
how you’ve been.

But once you drove far enough away
not to care anymore
I never did.

I still know a song about dinosaurs we wrote
but I don’t know a thing
about you now.

Because you’d shave your head in secret
and say that we were close,
because you called me a contra
after all that time.

We were never supposed to change,
were we?

All that talk about honesty,
it came with hard conditions,
and I was never really the plan.
Not a contra.

It’s been a hundred years
but I think you’re fine
that I never called
’cause you called me a contra.

And a hundred years of maybe
becoming a contra
after all.

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Know your place.

 

Below is my latest ditty, written over the last week or so after realising my place in anothers life. #SoWhat #itaintovertillitsover 

 

Know your place . ..

Fair weather friend

Know your place…

Compliant friend

Know your place…

Don’t ever disagree  with me friend

Know  your place…

Unsullied waters and resonable friend

Know your place…

Always forgiving and giving  friend

Know  your fucking  place. ..

Never question me friend

Know your place . . . 

‘Yes mam’ me friend

Know your place…

For once you stand up to me

Challenge my behavior 

Call me out on my drama 

I’m going to drop you like you never existed . ..cos thats what I do

To those who forget their fair weather  place. 

 

So What!

“If you say: “So what?” to their face, they are powerless.” – Salma Hayek

 

IT IS.

The following is a poem I wrote a long time ago, it reverberates within me strongly at the moment witnessing what is happening at Standing Rock Indian Reservation.  

I

IT IS

THE SUBTLY OF NEGATING AND QUIET ERODING,

IT IS 

NOT THE BLACK AND WHITE,

IT IS 

THE BLINDING GREY  TO BE FEARED.

 


 

 IT IS

THE SHADOW OF COMPLIANCE,

IT IS

THE ENTWINING OF BELIEF,

IT IS

THE DARKENING OF UNIQUENESS.


 

IT IS

THE MIND GAMES OF ’NORMALITY’,

IT IS

THE DEATH OF  NATIONS,

IT IS

IGNORANCE BREEDING SUSPICION.


 

IT IS

SLY  ANNIHILATION,

IT IS

FEAR FILLED  INTERLOPERS,

IT IS

ASPHYXIATING ALL WITH A WAISCU  MINDSET.


 

IT IS

INSIDIOUSLY INSTIGATING  THE  SCHISM OF INDEPENDENCE,

IT IS

INVADING, PERVADING,OVERWHELMING ALL,

IT IS

THE ENDING IF ABSORBED.


 

IT IS

THE  ERADICATION OF LIFEWAY  AND INTERCONNECTEDNESS,

IT IS

THE ALONENESS OF SELF RELIANCE THAT FRACTURES,

IT IS

THE ‘LITTLE DEATHS’ THAT KILL THE SOUL.


 

                                                        II

 

 IT IS

THE CONNECTEDNESS THAT WILL BREAK THE STRANGLEHOLD,

 IT IS

THE OPENNESS OF HONESTY THAT IS CORRUPTIONS ENEMY,

IT IS

THE KNOWLEDGE OF TRUTH THAT FREES THE PRISONER.


 

 IT IS

THE PURENESS OF HEART THAT ENLIVENS,

IT IS

THE INTANGIBLE AND TANGIBLE,

IT IS

THE RESOLVE TO BE  HEART  TRUE.


                            

IT IS

THE SOUL’S BREATH,

IT IS

THE SPIRIT SPEAKING,

IT IS

THE INNATE KNOWING.


 

 IT IS

THE BEGINNINGS,

IT IS

THE ENDINGS,

IT IS

THE BELIEVING.


 

IT IS

UNDERSTANDING THAT COMES FROM THE SILENCE,

IT IS

REACHING DEEP INSIDE AND EMBRACING OF IT,

IT IS

THAT CLARITY OF VOICE HEARD.


 

IT IS

REACHING FORTH TO ENFOLD,

IT IS

THE INTERDEPENDENCE OF  COMPASSION,

IT IS

THE FEARLESS FREEDOM.


 

IT IS

THE FATHOMED DEPTHS,

IT IS

THE LIFEWAY OF BEING,

IT IS 

THE INTERTWINING  OF ALL.


 

IT IS

THE HUMANENESS OF LIVING,

IT IS

THE BEAUTY OF TRUTH,

IT IS

THE UGLINESS OF LIE.


 

IT IS

OVERCOMING  INSURMOUNTABLE ODDS,

IT IS

EARS COMPREHENDING THAT WHICH IS UNSPOKEN,

IT IS

WORDS SEEN THROUGH EYES UNBLINDED.


 

IT IS

TOUCH, SPEAKING MORE THAN THOUSAND WORDS,

IT IS

THE QUIET REALITY OF HUMBLENESS AND WISDOM,

IT IS

INTERCONNECTEDNESS MENDING THAT WHICH WAS BROKEN.


                           

IT IS

THE INTERDEPENDENCE  OF BEING ONE THAT HEALS AND FORGIVES,

IT IS

IN THE REMEMBERING, THAT REMEDIES AND RESTORES.

IT IS

LOVING UNCONDITIONALLY WITH HEARTS STRONG AND TRUE.

 

 

 

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