What she gave me

It was such a long time ago when she gave me a gift; I didn’t know what it meant, perhaps I still don’t. Time is a distant memory and it was a very long time ago, but so is now and we have so little of it. Looking back I see I can fold time and see her, but not see her.

This memory thing we have, this prophetic voice inside us tells us things we remember and we use these things to prophesize our lives. All because of time and our running out of it. We believe in something ghostly. We trust in something distant from our understanding and so we live not for ourselves but for our memories of time yet within us knowledge exists and so we listen to the teachers, but are they right or wrong?

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A little side note here.

I am currently working on my new collection of poetry, similar in size to Broken Roses and kind of carrying on from that book but not so dark and deathly. This was the last poem I was going to include and thought it would work as a prose poem but seeing it like this I don’t think it does as it reads more as an essay type thing so here it is for you all to peruse.

Thank you again to those who have bought my books, you’re all very my appreciated.

How they fall

How they fall
the dead
already dying
before the fall

not long to go
it seems
as leaf’s breath
wind chimes death

imagine now
the dead
not quite ready
to relinquish

the call
isn’t such a thing
for no voice
of vibration exists

cold in the warmth
of coloured grief
where leaves
learn the lesson

of how to fall

Freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in the something within us

I believe
we can be better than yesterday

I believe
pain comes when it is needed

I believe
in the realization of being

I believe
another word for peace is chaos

I believe
chaos is another word struggle

I believe
we have yet to find the four corners of our jigsaw

I believe
in love’s natural state of naked awareness

I believe
the skin of age is equal to the trickle of knowledge

I believe
in the scent of passion

I believe
that one day, we shall accept our failings

I believe
freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in you