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Uncertain Times

Times are uncertain

Perhaps always were.

Now precarious truth

Is underscored.

*

Will we blindly

Keep to what was?

Deluded, sedated

Ignore what is?

*

Or embrace reality

With its mountains and pits.

Find our nobility

Drop our base fears.

*

Let go of our hindrances

Truly co-exist

Courageously, kindly

Be what we are.

I do believe that it is in shedding what does not serve us and others; that we come closer to who we actually are – perhaps more so, than when we gain.
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The Observer

Apparently I should understand,

What’s going on inside my mind.

But when I probe,

It remains elusive.

Enigmatically reclusive.

When I simply sit still,

A cascade of thoughts and feelings,

All compete for centre-stage.

Like the din of an audience,

Before a performance.

Or a cacophony of debate,

Competing for a point to make,

With no speaker to call ‘Order’!

Rarely these facets of me,

Can ever seem to agree.

When I can become observer,

Watching the chaos unfold.

Avoiding the compelling draw.

The roar then abates.

Quiet calm is my state.

I can sit aware of arisings.

Comforted all will pass,

That all is transient.

This state is not easily found.

But it is truly profound.

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Crisis Bested

Creative juices,

Have been spent.

For so long now,

Minds been bent.

*

Towards a duty,

For those that raised.

Roles have twisted,

A Patriarch dazed.

*

A wounded Mother,

Helpless, scared.

Vulnerability exposed,

Weakness bared.

*

Family solidity,

Has been tested.

But not found wanting,

Crisis bested.

 

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On Dismal Days

A blanket of grey,

Heralds my day,

But I don’t despair.

Resigned to my chair.

I always find ease,

No desire to seize,

A different position,

No hard decision.

On dismal days,

I am found in a haze.

Lost in my mind,

An imaginative bind.

That takes me away,

Despite, static I lay.

To anywhere I choose,

With nothing to loose.

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Mind Storm

Thoughts gust and billow,

The sails of consciousness.

Tearing down equanimity,

Whipping up despondency.

Mind is tossed and turned.

Finding no fine calmness,

No quiet act of divinity;

Can settle and let it be.

Yearning for the solace,

Lost in squall’s madness.

Cyclone’s destructive proclivity,

to disturb a sense of decency.

Then the worst is over, leaving

persistent rains of sadness.

Mind’s cyclone bows to gravity,

& battered, but lucid you see.

It was simply passing weather

The awesome greatness,

Of melancholy’s audacity,

Obsolete to patience’s key

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Future’s Beckoning

Future’s beckoning,

Time’s reckoning.

Melancholy threatens,

Peace deadened.

Conquering fear,

Living right here.

Finishing tasks,

Doing what’s asked.

Vanquish despondency,

Averting tragedy.

Becoming complete,

Understated, discrete.

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Immoral Saviours

I know it’s wrong,

But I did it.

Now it’s gone,

And I miss it.

It cannot bring solace.

Fulfilment? Never…

Sorrow, a red face.

No smiles, no forever.

An end now is wise,

And I cannot deny.

Am pleased an end to lies.

So why do I still cry?

I am emotionally tied.

Despite my denials.

So to myself I lied,

Put myself through trials.

Now my heart is paying,

For its lustful favours.

In future I’ll be staying,

Far from, immoral saviours.

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Gaining Strength

I worry,

I’m not strong enough,

To do the things I hope to do.

I wonder,

Why I strive to give up,

All that I have worked to be.

I know,

This path that I am on,

Is not the course that I must take.

I therefore,

Look to something new,

And hope that it is strength I gain