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elusivecure
elusivecure
I am a freelance writer, lover of poetry and meditation.
It will do its best to hurt you, twist your emotions, break you financially, mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually. It wants you to suffer. To break you before it can 'make' you. Snared between its gnarly teeth it has no remorse. Until the very end, it will bite in and grind, chewing on your patience until every day is simply the same and you beg for mercy. Recalling memories like postage stamps to a bygone era, days fold themselves away into neat envelopes, ready to be relived both now and never. Those who are sensitive know the score. That life is a game that sometimes they don't feel like playing. At times you win, at times you lose. The thrill of the ride is in the journey; that first rush of life that flows through your veins and down the drain. After that, routine is a mundane affair that will **** you if it gets the chance. By keeping you breathing. A victim to circumstance, you find yourself trying to take control where there is none. Frustration sunsets kick in and scream for resistance. But still, the routine. Average life, average dreams. Mr and Mrs Grey only become free to express themselves sexually as every other form of creativity is strictly banned. Colour an illusion, playing with love. There is shyness. Uncertainty where there should be knowing. TV drama. Break-ups. Celebrity divorce. Iraq. Iran. Paid for wars. ****** and delirious children. Emaciated women. Sexuality, a given. Robots on stage. Narcissism all the rage. Fear in fashion. Outrage but no action. We parade our pain online. Wax and wane. Reliving youth, former glory. And all the time we wonder where it ends. Begging for another story.
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
This World Will Try and Break You
It will do its best to hurt you, twist your emotions, break you financially, mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually. It wants you to suffer. To break you before it can 'make' you. Snared between its gnarly teeth it has no remorse. Until the very end, it will bite in and grind, chewing on your patience until every day is simply the same and you beg for mercy. Recalling memories like postage stamps to a bygone era, days fold themselves away into neat envelopes, ready to be relived both now and never. Those who are sensitive know the score. That life is a game that sometimes they don't feel like playing. At times you win, at times you lose. The thrill of the ride is in the journey; that first rush of life that flows through your veins and down the drain. After that, routine is a mundane affair that will **** you if it gets the chance. By keeping you breathing. A victim to circumstance, you find yourself trying to take control where there is none. Frustration sunsets kick in and scream for resistance. But still, the routine. Average life, average dreams. Mr and Mrs Grey only become free to express themselves sexually as every other form of creativity is strictly banned. Colour an illusion, playing with love. There is shyness. Uncertainty where there should be knowing. TV drama. Break-ups. Celebrity divorce. Iraq. Iran. Paid for wars. ****** and delirious children. Emaciated women. Sexuality, a given. Robots on stage. Narcissism all the rage. Fear in fashion. Outrage but no action. We parade our pain online. Wax and wane. Reliving youth, former glory. And all the time we wonder where it ends. Begging for another story.
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You present to me The moment In open hands Blessed are those Who start With a grateful heart Exploring the emptiness Deep inside Unravelling the layers Like ribbons So we may surface Not as new beings But like an empty box Be revealed For the content of our character Words can cut so easily Hard to believe Easy to be deceived By all the shiny pieces Yet as the record Of our life Reaches its end If we can stand Let go of fear We can realise Our truest gift Is being here Making each moment count Not trying to change Simply finding peace With here and now That's when the voice from deep within Will rise And cut through All our deceptions and lies So at the end of this life We can say with firm understanding Our love carried us in the darkest night To what's true After wading through the deepest tarmac We walked to the light; We found you.
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
We Found You
In the shadows We dance Building a bridge Between friendship and love Fleeting Bricks fall Dreams are broken and burnt Then remade Every single day I sit still Staring at the blank space Where you once lay Planning for the journey Or simply walking through Sit still Breathe in Aware of what to do Thoughts pass like thunder On their way out As the stars Cut through the sky Scribing now Drawing down clouds To scrawl our dreams Upon its steps We stand Holding onto the past We let it drop First a finger and then a hand Filled with deep regret Transforming how into why We realise that Dreams are broken and burnt And remade Every single day Yet, a part still missing I sit Staring at the blank space In the sky The part where lovers meet for the first time; Where you became I.
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
Strangers Passing By
We stand Arms length Hands like soldiers in the night Wanting something better Than the rumours of the world Listen to the beat The stamping feet The parade rhythm of life Tearing us asunder The kind of etheric dance That makes you stay up Late at night with wonder Longing For security An in-breath Becomes a bullet Shattering illusions I hold my breath Hearing you near Body exhales; No more fear As the flames and smoky fire Consume our souls We melt the wire... Yet still a connection stands Electric voice screams A heartfelt song, Carried across victorious lands Singing 'we will never forget you...' Afterward, fumes fill the air Birds sing along the creek Silence crashes like symbols As I read your last words 'We only depart to meet...'
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
We Only Depart To Meet
Feathered, protected You take me under your wing Holding me close To your beating heart I hear your breath sing With the illusion of silence You shatter my hope Swallowing hard I wonder who you are A mother bird Entrusting me Encouraging me far I love our mutual interest The light in your eyes Captivating Embracing From a distance We are held, in motion A deep meditative waiting For the sweet sensation Of freedom As we say goodbye Cutting loose The ribbon from our feet Hearts on high Wings steadied against the wind All expectations fall to Earth... Fly.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
White Dove
The winter comes and goes Lost in summer’s clothes Leaves fall around me Random memories Bloom, then blossom A bud in disguise The picture tells a thousand words You paint each one Waiting, in hope But the sun never lies Cycles of the moon Wash over your mind Emotional Recreational An endless search You will never find Treasure surrounds you It’s breaking the senses And into the darkness Dancing in the dust Energy rises Day and night Feeding the illusion And so we must… Pursue the desire To feel To become One with the other Approaching midnight But lost in time and space Under moonlight I trace a line Across your face… We are reflections Barely grasping At the youth Slipping away from our fingers… A secret wonder This life is We don’t know what It’ll bring us… So misunderstood Connecting space Yet feelings remain True as blood I count the times You ran through my veins Elements of you Transcend distance… And yet here On this plain Synchronicity Seeking Invisibility; I sense your resistance Rehashed stories Former glories Cycle on From one moment to the next Going with the flow… A lesson learned You grow With no rhyme, purpose or reason Flowering, evergreen, everlasting Yet standing tall, in your season.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
Stand in Your Season
Friends are the jewels of the earth For the real treasure We all seek Is to be understood And cared for by another With endless conversations And cups of tea There’s a longing A sense of peace That comes from good company As the day rolls on We talk and feel life through Laughing at the situations That seek to destroy us There’s a beauty In mutual bonding And learning And laughing At life’s trouble; It’s just me and you Lost in our little bubble When feeling blue Unearthed, deadbeat They give you a new perspective to set you on your feet Friendship is priceless Connections Communications More tea, cake and understanding By text, by mail By spoken word They reach over continents Villages, cities and towns To make themselves heard To lend a hand When feeling low Or losing hope They give their free support The kind of which Can never be bought Days, weeks, months and years Pass by in the blink of an eye No need for an explanation, reason or why They are there for you No matter how life changes A true friend Always caring Always the same inside Getting to know you a little better Than they did the last time They read your letter Never tiring of your company A spirit so pure You may not find all the answers But will laugh, and talk and share So together, we’ll find the cure Digging deep into the human soul Excavating feelings Working through emotional episodes To find peace in the present moment And in each other At the end of the day That is friendship’s truest goal Be they brother, mother, sister or lover Friends come in many shapes and guises For what it’s worth A true friend means more to me Than all the jewels of the earth.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
Jewels of the Earth
Friends are the jewels of the earth For the real treasure We all seek Is to be understood And cared for by another With endless conversations And cups of tea There’s a longing A sense of peace That comes from good company As the day rolls on We talk and feel life through Laughing at the situations That seek to destroy us There’s a beauty In mutual bonding And learning And laughing At life’s trouble; It’s just me and you Lost in our little bubble When feeling blue Unearthed, deadbeat They give you a new perspective to set you on your feet Friendship is priceless Connections Communications More tea, cake and understanding By text, by mail By spoken word They reach over continents Villages, cities and towns To make themselves heard To lend a hand When feeling low Or losing hope They give their free support The kind of which Can never be bought Days, weeks, months and years Pass by in the blink of an eye No need for an explanation, reason or why They are there for you No matter how life changes A true friend Always caring Always the same inside Getting to know you a little better Than they did the last time They read your letter Never tiring of your company A spirit so pure You may not find all the answers But will laugh, and talk and share So together, we’ll find the cure Digging deep into the human soul Excavating feelings Working through emotional episodes To find peace in the present moment And in each other At the end of the day That is friendship’s truest goal Be they brother, mother, sister or lover Friends come in many shapes and guises For what it’s worth A true friend means more to me Than all the jewels of the earth.
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Sky opens Slides down her face Wondering, wandering Lines of Consciousness And reality Somewhere between Intention and frailty Stay true she remembers hearing the words But not their meaning. Go with the flow And your ship will come in They told her… There’s a truth In the window And smiling faces Look back On grey worn places Hopeful, little Eager to be wanted She dances on streets That will never run dry She feared it might never return That feeling of why? Purposeful Like bricks to cement the day But it wasn’t in her nature to say… There was a mystery then A sliver of a patch To stitch your own In the quilt of life They called home Read and work Say prayers before bed… There’s always an answer Except she’d never know it Time, an old friend Had a strange way about her That was the thing; She didn’t care. Awake, she wandered, lonely Blinded by the blur Hoping for desolation. Expecting a word, Smile or reason in turn. Except it never came. Only the rain.
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
Only The Rain
She's hoping to go back to the light soon Spending summer nights, returning home Ever longing, staring at the moon The sun, stars, present time As days stay in form To witness the show Of an intergalactic presentation And with a long applause Break their silence At first dawn She's hoping to go back to the light To see her leading stars Shine so bright And take their chances On a second deal of cosmic proportions To take the hand of the dusky dancer Who'll secretly romance her With his many rings of ancient stones She's hoping to go back to the light From planet earth Where she stands Looking so small Staring insignificantly Into the Source of it all She's hoping to go back to the light Where it all began To meet her maker And create a new deal breaker Of significant power and force She's hoping to go back to the light The unconditional love That breaks through her heart Slipping through her fingers Sending messages from above She's hoping to go back to the light No more to be reborn In physical form But to rejoice on a higher plane With no more trial or pain She's hoping to go back to the light Where clouds are no longer formed And the sun is the only star she'll see Where through the darkness There's nothing endless; Only the promise of being free.
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
Back To The Light
I am the sky That's forever falling I am the plant My seeds are sprouting Basking in her summer sun Taking in her splendour Oh, how she comes undone I see the day Twinkling at the night Feeling her endless distance A constant companion Urging her to shine so bright Starlings Bury and swoop Upon the horizons Making meaning For the senses Sea licking salt; She yearns for that No pretenses There will come a time When she no longer questions Or calculates good intentions Her arms grasping out To nurture earth From up above A heavenly birth Will fall and rain A billion drops Of inspiration Smiles Tiny shards of light Radiating her true reflection Like simple words on a page Reaching a familiar end Scribbling Screaming for release. The writing comes in waves. Hello, old friend...
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
Endless