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Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
Whenever someone hurts you
just take a moment
to recognize
how far from true happiness
they are.

Recognize how truly difficult
their experience of life
must be.

Recognize that you
may once have been them,
or will be.

Recognize that they are
challenging themself
to do their best
without knowing
even slightly
what their best is.

Recognize that they are
suffering,
that they are hurting
themselves,
unconsciously,

trying to grasp some relief
not by finding peace,
but by jealously
trying

to take it.

Recognize that they are
seeking peace
seeking asylum
seeking love
outside of themself.

Looking everywhere
around them,
making demands,
forcing and manipulating
their way into the darkest
most obscure
corners,

but never looking inside
themself;
the darkest corner of all,
or so it is
in their imagination.

Yet that same imagination
is where they will find
everything
that they seek.

That same imagination
is where they will plant
and tend to
their very own

Garden of Eden.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
Those sleeping dogs
that you have been
letting lie,
they are not going to sleep
forever.

They are sleeping,
not dead.

They are dreaming,
unconcious.

Awakened
by the slightest movement

away from that
apathy
that you have clung
so tightly to.

They will begin to awaken
as soon as you stop
numbing yourself
through addictions.

They will awaken
and chase you
and snarl
and scream their barks
into your poor fearful
yet courageous
ears.

They will attack
and slice their razor bites
into your neck
and all the rest
of you.

They will chew you
into the smallest pieces.

They will eat you away
until all that is left
is a trembling
fresh foal
of a soul.

Do not let them sleep.

Let them chase you
into their own
graves.

Let them chase you
into your own
soul.

*****
Note:
A friend told me that she recognizes this poem. She said she read it before. I did just write it today, February 17, 2017, on the bus home. If you have ever read a similar poem please let me know. I am so intrigued to know how similar the poems are. Email me at wherethereisloveblog.wordpress.com
Thank you for reading, my dear friends.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Apr 2017
Through him
I discovered all my Love.
To Love unconditionally
is to Love all there is to Love
just the same as I Love him.
Surrendering
and knowing that I am Love
and that my heart is meant to be shared.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
Apathy
is a wall
between you
and an avalanche;
a landslide;
being buried
might be the
best thing
that ever happens
to you.

Apathy
is a wall
that the shadows
made you build,
by overwhelming you
with darkness
until you felt
hopeless.
Until you felt
everything.
Until you felt
nothingness.

The Warriors of Light,
The Warriors of the Rainbow,
The members of the
Church of Love,
The Cathars,
The Yogis,
The Gurus;
The Lovers;
These are only some of the
lions
that are taking down the walls
one by one;
one wall at a time;
one person at a time.

Together,
we will overwhelm the
shadows
with the light
of our hearts.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
What I feel for you

is so much more than desire or lust.

In my love for you I have found a home

so beautiful that I want to share it

with the rest of the life on Earth;

most of all, with you.

I cannot give you part of me,

I must give all or nothing;

I must live all or nothing.

I will use my life to reveal my love

in front of your eyes;

even when you are not watching,

I am loving you.

When I first met you

my love for you made me fearless,

and speechless,

and infinite.

I love you

no matter what.

I pray that you find your home

just as I have found a home

in my love for you.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq
Dedicated to my sweet unicorn prince, the man who once wanted to be my husband.

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Bethany G Blicq Apr 2017
I am Love.
Not chasing Love;
being Love.
To make another feel Loved,
and for them to feel their own Love
is the goal.
To be made to feel like
an afterthought,
like an option only chosen
when all others fall through,
that is something I wish upon nobody.
Not a single person.
You are not an afterthought.
You are Love.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
A realization
while walking along
on a sidewalk,
a sheet of ice,
with friends
at my side.
All I saw was
a path covered by love.
I realized
how much of a difference
a friend can make.
How even the iciest
most daunting
and dangerous path
can be transformed into
a walk
in the park,
just by having a friend
to walk along with.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

Thank you for walking with me!
Bethany G Blicq Feb 2017
"I never never never

want to be in love

with anyone but you."

...

This is a song I heard on the radio today.
I am sharing it because these lyrics touched my heart.
*Shirley Bassey - Never Never Never
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
I was never quite sure
If she loved me,
or if she still loved him.

I asked her this morning,
I said,
"Darling, when you smile,
is it me you wish to smile back?"

She said,
"Oh darling, your smile is a treasure
like none other."

I said,
"Darling, when you laugh,
Is it my ears you wish to tickle with that precious melody?"

She said,
"Oh darling, you make me laugh when nobody else can."

I said,
"Darling, why do you write those words about him, still;
is it my heart you wish to suffer?"

She said,
"Oh darling,
my heart is the one that has suffered.
Yours is the heart that has given mine
the peace and quiet it needed to heal.

That girl who writes those words,
she left long ago.

She might visit once in a while,
to walk with me down memory lane.

When she does,
do not ask her where she has been.

She will lie
and tell you she has been here all along.

I used to believe her too,
but I know now that I am happier here
in the present than I ever was in the past.

I know now that she is afraid to forget.
I am afraid to spend so much time remembering that I miss out
on making new memories.

I know now that I am a different person,
one who lives in the present, with you,
where we both belong."
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Oh
There is honey
in the cracks between
my fingers.
There is dirt all up in
my toes.
There are grass stains on
my knees.
There are mosquitoes on
my arms.
There are patches of red skin peeling off of
my back.
There is laughter in
my ears.
There are kisses on
my lips.
My lover and I are in
my garden.
There are bumblebees outside
my door.
There are friends here,
with me,
where home is made of love
and sweet sacred honey.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

Dedicated to my two friends, Cory and Heather. Love you both.
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Kiss me

Like that.

Kiss me

The way only you can.
Written in 2016
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
I am between Heaven and Hell.

I have visited both.

Now suspended by love,

neither looking down at doom

nor peering up at glory;

seeing only that

which I love most

and praying

that he will find his Heaven

as I found mine

in him.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
We come from the seed

of the Creative Father,

to be planted in the Earth of the Mother.



To grow,

and discover the presence of Love;

that which causes us to hunger

and yet nurtures us

all in one breath of inspiration.



To test Love,

and prove its strength;

with each test of faith.



To admire

all that has been born thus far.



To create

something new and unique

out of these three ingredients:

faith, love, and inspiration.



Life is born anew

with each creative spark.
Written in 2015.
Bethany G. Blicq

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I wrote a blog post about this poem... in case you are curious...
https://wherethereisloveblog.wordpress.com/2015/12/21/birth-of-the-universe/
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
(AKA Reptile vs. Humanity)



The brain will always choose the easiest way;
the way that conserves the most energy and time.

The heart will always choose what matters most;
the way that is worth any amount of energy and time.

..........

Thank you for reading!
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URL IS BELOW.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq
Original Blog Post: https://wherethereisloveblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/07/brain-versus-heart/
Bethany G Blicq Feb 2017
You can tear down our bridges.

We can rebuild them.

We have, we are, and we will.

Love is resilient.

Hatred is self-destructive.

Illusion is self-destructive.

All is impermanent,

except Love,

and Love is all that is true.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

If you want to see the accompanying photos for this poem, visit my blog...

https://wherethereisloveblog.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/build-and-rebuild/
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
"Yes, that's right,
pick your poison.
Choose it.
That's right,"
they whisper so subtly that you hardly hear,
until you try to disobey them.
Then, can you hear anything else at all?
Can you hear them laughing
as they demand your obedience?
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Some say to Love,

“Please do not come close
unless you plan to stay.”

I say to Love,

“Come closer
and I will keep you here in my heart

even after he has gone away.”
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
There is noise,
and there is music.

When I hear your voice,
all else is noise.

There is emotion,
and there is love.

When you touched my heart,
it proved that love is all
that ever was.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Feb 2017
"Stop lying to me!

Please stop lying to me!

The truth may be ugly

but please let me see it anyway!"

I say to them all.

I please and beg and persist.

Why do I keep demanding the truth

from them -

when I have been lying to myself?

"Stop lying to me!

Please stop lying to me!"

I finally demand the truth from myself.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Look at all those other girls.
You are.

You call them cute.
Do you like them better than me?

I do not envy them one bit.
Maybe it is all for the best.

They may be more attractive
on the outside,
but I have something they do not.

A soul full of passion,
and bliss,
and inspiration.

A heart full of love,
and light,
and dreams.

Dreams that are immense;
expanding so far
it is a wonder they do not
block out the sun.

Dreams that only
Warriors of Light
dare to dream.

This
is what you would treasure about me,
if you ever loved me at all.
What I am trying to say is that I wish he had treasured my inner beauty much more than my outer beauty.

Oh look, I said it right that time.

Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Take the time
to get in touch
with your emotions.

They can either be
a blessing
and a curse

or they can be
a curse.

I would never give up my mania
and my depression
in favour of a baseline life.

A cold,
apathetic
and empty existence
I imagine that to be.

My emotions bring my words
to life.

My emotions bring my heart
to great heights,
and to the deepest pits of despair.

Without both of these journeys
I would never have experienced
the love
that overflows my heart
each moment.

I would never have experienced
the bliss
which has proven to me
that Heaven exists here on Earth.

I would never have experienced
the inspiration
from all the joy,
and all the suffering,
and all the heartache.

I would never have experienced
these connections
beyond words and concepts,
a conversation between hearts and souls.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Choosing to love
shows the world
what God is like.
Loving,
is to manifest God.
By loving the entirety
of creation, we become
The Way, The Truth, and The Light.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

Thank you for reading!
Are they different languages

Or different words?

Every word is the name of God.

There is only one language

The language of God’s infinite names.
2019. Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Hearts are as flowers.

Some of us have a garden;

some hold a single flower;

wilting?

As long as you are alive

you can plant another seed

of Love.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
One lifetime is enough;
how long is a lifetime?
  
Do I measure from the day
of birth?
Or do I measure from the day
of rebirth?
  
I have been born again,
without ever dying.
I have been at the end of my rope,
where I gave up all ego;
all possibility of loss or gain.
I had it all and lost it all,
and yet found it was there
all along
inside of my heart and soul.
  
I found my unity;
my individuality is just
the most fragmented aspect
of that unity.
  
I found my purpose;
what I intend to do
and have set out to do
within this one
lifetime.
  
I intend to use my intention.
To be visionary and practical,
simultaneously.
I intend to have the pure
and loving intention
that I can generate and purify and trust
only in myself.
I intend to do so
during this one lifetime,
and hopefully in each
of the next.
  
Honestly,
there is one thing
that I strive for
in this one lifetime;
the true happiness
of those around me.
The true happiness
of the united aspect
of all.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
What is the worst thing
that you can ignore;
turn your back to;
walk away from;
or stand by and
allow?
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
This poem is first offered in English, and below that in Spanish (Espanol). I truly hope that the translation does it justice.
If you enjoy this piece, why not check out the original version on my blog... URL is below in the notes section.

..........

I am a flashlight
looking for my "on" switch.

I found it
when you found me.

I have light inside of me,
meant to escape,
and a battery hiding somewhere.

Even when "on" I am switched,
sometimes my light is not enough
to fill up all the darkness.

I keep trying anyway,
because one flashlight is
better than none.

If I could, I would burn
as brightly as the sun.

Instead, my maker decided
to make a flashlight out of me.

I am most grateful for this decision,
for as a flashlight I can be
held in your hands.

I can be your light
when the sun is hiding,
and the world is dark.

This is the greatest of all my blessings:
to be a flashlight,
once held by your hands,
and forever hoping to light your way again.



Dedicated to my sweet unicorn prince. My greatest wish is that you will never have use for your flashlight, but for you I will keep my battery full for eternity.

My mind keeps trying to find words to explain my love for you, even though my heart knows I could write forever to express even the slightest sliver of it. Words are not enough – love is beyond words – but not beyond action. This is why I am your flashlight. For eternity, no matter how dark it gets, I will shine my light as bright as I am able.

……………………………………

Soy una antorcha,
buscando mi chispa.

Lo encontré
cuando me encontraste.

Tengo una luz dentro de mí,
la intención de escapar.

Tengo una batería escondido
en algún lugar.

Incluso cuando mi luz brilla
a veces no es suficiente
para llenar toda la oscuridad.

Sigo tratando de todas formas
porque una antorcha
es mejor que nada.

Si pudiera, me gustaría brillar
tan brillantemente como el sol.

En cambio, mi creador decidió
para hacer una antorcha fuera de mí.

Estoy muy agradecido por esta decisión.
Como una antorcha que puedo ser
celebrada en las manos.

Puedo ser tu luz
cuando el sol en la clandestinidad
y el mundo es oscuro.

Esta es la más grande de todas mis bendiciones;
ser una antorcha
una vez en poder de sus manos;
esperando una eternidad para iluminar su camino de nuevo.



Dedicado a mi dulce príncipe unicornio. Mi mayor deseo es que usted nunca tendrá el uso de su antorcha, pero voy a mantener mi batería llena y mi luz que brilla por toda la eternidad; para ti. Mi mente trata de encontrar palabras para expresar mi amor por ti, aunque mi corazón sabe que podría escribir para la eternidad para expresar la astilla más pequeña de la misma. Las palabras no son suficientes – el amor es más que palabras – pero el amor no es más allá de la acción. Es por eso que soy tu antorcha, su luz de guía. Para la eternidad, no importa lo oscuro que se pone, voy a brillar mi luz tan brillante como soy capaz.
Written in 2015.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
This was originally a blog post. The poem portion is below, but the poem is part of a story. Read on dear friends... URL to the original blog post and story is BELOW the poem.

..........

Icarus had wings
Made of wax.

He flew towards the sun.
The basic premise.

He got too close.
He stayed too long.

His beautiful wings melted
And he fell down.

Nobody got a chance to ask him
If he regretted the fall.

He lost the chance to spend
The rest of time

Loving the sun. Loving the sky.
Loving his flight.

..........

My wings were made of love.
The basic premise of my story.

My wings took me too high,
Too close to my own heart,

Too far to go back,
And I was too convinced I could keep going.

No distance was too far.
No fear too daunting.

The sun was hotter than I ever imagined.
More beautiful, inside and out, than I thought possible.

The sun burned me and tried to take my wings
Along with my soul.

Maybe it was not the sun's fault,
But the earth pulled me back and away

And my wings were lost
For a long time.

I might have been burned and scarred and broken,
But I survived my fall.

If anyone ever asks me if I regret it,
I would say no. Not one bit.

There may be nothing in my life
That I am further from regretting...

Though I try to push those thoughts away
And be grateful

For what the roller coaster
Of my life has blessed me with, during all of the highs,

And the lessons it has taught me
In all of the lows.

It is just like Frank Solanki said
In one of our conversations;

"Love brings with it
All sorts of joy and pain.

But it is an inseparable part of it.

The joy is a mountain.
Pain is just a molehill.

We focus too much on the hill
And forget all about the mountain.

That is not how it should be."

..........

The only thing that ever did more damage to me than loving my ex,
Was loving the world.

The only thing more disappointing
Than realizing that my ex was a liar and never cared about me,

Was realizing that the world is full of liars
And hatred and violence and pile upon pile of ****.

It still surprises me that any one person
Could have such an effect on me.

Not so much surprising that waking up to many harsh and cruel realities
Could have such an effect on me.

My lesson is that it was all worth it.
It is all worth it.

Every day, knowing I will never be more happy or more sad
Than I am and have been.

Every day, missing someone and wishing for closure.
Begging for answers.

Every day, praying
That the person you love is happy.

Every day, digging deeper and deeper
For a truth that gets uglier with each passing second.

Every day, more horrified
By humanity.

I guess it was all a bit too much too handle, all at once,
And I was close to giving up.

I was close to slamming into the ground,
At full speed.

My heart was so heavy.
The pieces jagged and ******.

At the last moment, when there was no hope left,
Was when I finally felt free.

Free from every desire, and every worry,
And every bit of pain and suffering.

I had nothing to lose.
Nothing to gain.

In that moment, my wings came back,
More magnificent than ever.

My heart
Became lighter than a feather.

I look back on that moment as the exact time
I decided to chase all of my dreams.

To stick around and use up every last remaining minute of this life
On something worthwhile.

To love life no matter what,
Because the good parts would not exist without the bad parts.

That is especially true in this case,
Although I meant in general.

Maybe I would never have fallen in love  with that man
If we both had not seen so many of the bad parts.

It was the moment that I took back my will to live,
And my will to be courageous and loving  and ambitious.

It was the moment I decided that no matter how hard my life or anyone in it
Pushes me down, I will just get back up again.

Maybe that decision was bold;
It seems it has been tested over and over ever since then.

"The meaning of life is to fall down seven times,
And stand up eight times."
Written in 2016
Bethany G. Blicq
ORIGINAL BLOG POST/STORY:
https://wherethereisloveblog.wordpress.com/2016/10/26/two-windows/
Bethany G Blicq May 2017
Life is a dream,
not always ideal,
not always predictable,
except in this way:
I love my dream
because you are here
dreaming with me.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Jan 2017
If the universe is infinite

then truth is infinite.

As you reveal the truth,

so you change it.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

Thank you for reading!
Bethany G Blicq May 2017
If you spend your life following the rules
set out for you by others
you will never have the integrity
of following your own rules.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq May 2018
Looking for love, looking at love
Looking for God, looking at God
Looking for infinity, looking at infinity

Love, God, Infinity.
I have always been looking
at You.
I Am You.
Love, God, Infinity.
These are so often renamed.
Denied.
Covered up with a mask.
A false name.

You asked me a question,
Is there a name for this fear?
Yes,
There are many names
Many masks
Many costumes.

With each name comes separation.
With each name comes the belief that this separation is
Reality.

Names are
given
And names are
chosen
And only one name
Exists.

Am I looking for
Or looking at?
Is there a name for this love?
Sat Nam.
Written in 2018.
by Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
“Of all sad words of mouth or pen

the saddest are these:

It might have been.”

– John Greenleaf Whittier

It might have been…

It might have been

a small fight.



It might have been

a few words.



It might have been

easy

to make up.



It might have been

easy

to still call you a friend.



It might have been

my fault.



It might have been

my emotions.



It might have been

my heart so full of hurt

that I did not want to hear

another

word.



I did not want to hear

these words:

Don’t give up;

life is worth living.



It might have been

a small fight.



It might have been

a short time

until I saw you

again.



But I could not be your friend

Because

I could not even be

my own.



It might have been

more than just

a small fight.



But I still love you.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

Dedicated to an old friend;
Love has reunited us.

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
It's okay
for something wonderful
to go away.

It's okay
but just don't take
my love away.

It's okay
of I never see you again
but just don't take
my love with you.

It's okay
if I get lost
in my sadness.

It's okay,
the sadness
is part of my love.

It's okay
because I knew the risk of heartache
and that is part of my love too.

My love will never leave
this heart of mine.
Written in 2016
Bethany G. Blicq


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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Sometimes

you cannot save someone
from them self…

Regardless,
you should try,

and keep trying
at every chance,

just in case
you can.

I will never give up.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Temptation is as sweet as your smile; bittersweet.

Temptation is welcome.
I invite temptation to visit,

but not to stay so long,
that temptation becomes action.

Resisting temptation
makes me sure of what I truly want.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
You could kiss me a thousand times;

it will never be

enough.

Instead I will pretend that each kiss

is a thousand kisses;

it will be that much closer to

enough.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Aug 2017
I thought my heart was broken.
It truly breaks now,
to think that I may only live
this life
once.
I would rather live this life,
and this life only,
over and over,
for eternity.
I say that,
not knowing what
the future brings,
yet knowing that the past
brought you into my life.
That is all I need to know.
This life will one day end,
my Love for you never will.
Written in 2017
By Bethany G. Blicq.
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
I wondered how your eyes
got so blue.

I wondered how your skin
got so golden;
freckled perfection.

I wondered how the angels
dreamt of designing
a man like you.

I wondered how your lips
got so full
of my joy
and of yours
all in one smile
and such kisses, oh!

I wondered how your body
got so graceful
and so passionate.

I wonder if I will see you again.

It was my eyes
all along.

These eyes have been
under your spell.

Does anyone see what I see?
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

(Why not squeeze in a few more poems before the New Year... oh shoot, saying New Year makes it seem too real.)
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Touch me
the way he used to.
Touch my soul first,
then caress my body.

Kiss me
the way he used to.
Kiss my heart first,
and then all the rest of me too.

Let me hear your voice,
does it make the Earth vanish from beneath my feet;
does it make my favourite songs seem discordant;
does it make me want yours to be the voice in my head,
just so I could listen for the rest of time?

Show me your hands,
are they just like his;
do your fingers feel like rose petals
as they soothe my blushing skin?

Show me your eyes;
is it only in his blues that my paradise reflects?

Show me your dance,
are you as graceful as the feather he used to trace my *******,
and as fiery as the monologue he used to win my heart?
Do you have music in your veins,
that turns your body into a river; turning and rushing
and diving.

Show me your mind,
is it as dark
and as bright
as his?

Show me your love,
is it just as beautiful
and overwhelming
as his?

Show me all of you,
is your body as sinfully sweet
as his?

For your sake,
I wish that I could say
it would be enough,
but I am so sad to say,
you are not enough.

You are not him.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq May 2017
Today is a beautiful day.
Tomorrow will be a beautiful day.
The day is always beautiful in my mind.
It is always beautiful in my mind.
In my mind there is only beauty;
beauty in as many forms as can be.
None are more or less beautiful.
Some are beautiful like a gem,
Some are beautiful like a smile,
and some are beautiful like the sun.
In my mind there is only beauty,
every form of beauty,
and every form of Love.
In my mind there is only Love;
every opportunity for Love.
The sun shines for everyone.
In my mind the sun always shines.
In my heart the sun always shines.
In this reality the sun always shines.
In my mind there is only Love.
In my heart there is only Love.
In this reality there is only Love.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

Because duality only exists to those who are blind to the miracle of each particle and experience of this existence.
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2016
I wanted to be free.

I wanted to be free
so I ran away from everything and everyone.

I ran from commitment,
from people,
from love,
from helping hands.

I wanted to be free
so I hid myself away from the world.

The further I ran, the less free I felt.
So I ran all the way home.

I still felt like a captive,
but I was the only one holding myself hostage.

So I unlocked the cage,
and I walked out into a new reality.

A reality that was there all along
but the cage had blocked my view. 

Fear had blocked my view.

In my new reality I began to explore the universe inside of myself
and outside of myself.

I found that I had nothing to lose by being myself. 

I found that I had nothing to fear except myself.

I found that all the changes I once wanted to make,
I thought that other people could make for me.

They were supposed to influence me, inspire me.

I found that all the changes I once wanted to make were already made,
but fear prevented them from manifesting.

I have always been free within the infinite universe.
I am no longer my own captive.

Love is my inspiration;
“love is that which enables choice.”
To love,is my only desire.
To love,for the sake of loving,
internal and external universe, alike.

By fulfilling my own and only desire,
I am free.
Written in 2015
By Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Although hatred might be the only way

You can mask your pain,

You are not fooling me.

How many times will you push me away,

Before you finally accept my love?

It may not be much.

It may not be as much as I want to give.

It may not mean anything to you.

It may not mean you love me back.

Your words,

Full of anger and suffering,

Teach me more than any book.

Psychology is just a concept,

Until I hear you tell me to "drop dead,"

When all you really want is a hug.

I make mistakes too.

I feel anxiety too.

I have panic attacks too.

I am suffering too.

Expect me not to be perfect,

And I will expect the same from you -

And anyone else.

I ask you to trust me,

Only as much as I trust myself -

Ninety percent,

Sometimes more,

Sometimes less.

I love you,

I love my Godson.

I will always have your back,

And his;

Not because you are family by marriage,

Because you are family by CHOICE.
Written in 2016
Bethany G. Blicq

Dedicated to my cousin and her son, my Godson, who are both part of my ever growing and evolving clan.

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Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
​Compliment me

but let me be humble.

Let me accept

this honour,

and let me move past.

Past my ego,

past my desire

to be approved of,

past my desire

to be adored,

past my desire

to be validated,

past my desire

to be perfect.

I am in a safe space

now,

a space of

peace,

love,

light,

and joy.

It is my challenge

not to criticise and

not to become

cynical;

to recognize myself

in others,

and others

in myself.

It is your challenge

not to feed my ego;

it is so much more loving

just to accept me

and humour me;

to entertain my ideas,

if only for a moment;

and to treat me as family.

The more my ego is fed

the more I must challenge myself

to purge of criticism

and cynicism.

There is nothing wrong with a challenge.

Indeed,

each decision must be challenged.

Every lesson

must be tested upon.

Faith rests not upon the absence of

doubt,

faith rests upon the existence of

doubt;

the constant

and consistent

decision to move past

doubt.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
What is an angel?

Not a person.

Not a name.

Not an occupation.

Not a hobby.

Not a self-given title.

Not like having tenure.

Not a real thing; or is it?

I might never find out

that answer.

I am real, or as real

as real is to me.

So maybe all I should do

is pretend to live like an angel,

the way I think an angel would be

if angels are real.

They would use their love and light;

they would share it all,

and teach people to appreciate

peace and beauty and truth and Love.

If I can do that, then anyone can.

Pretend, I mean.

It is so sweet to be called an angel,

so loving and kind and generous.

I might seem otherwise,

the truth is, I am just a person.

A sinner, like everyone else.

We all are, I hope you know.

To pretend to be an angel is sweet and kind and generous too.

I might never know what an angel is like;

I might not mind.

Have you ever wondered why we all are prone to sin?

Innocence is left behind so early in life.

Maybe an angel must first experience sin,

and make the choice between a life of battling sin

or of succumbing to or even relishing a life devoted to sin.

Maybe the angels have always been free of sin.

It is a fancy to wonder if anyone has ever met an angel.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

Work in progress... :)
"Be a rainbow in someone else's cloud."
                                - Dr. Maya Angelou
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Honey, your sweetness is fading...

The more you watch the news;
the more you read the real news;
the more you sell out
and join the system of slaves;
the more you reluctantly nod your head,
so as not to offend the sheeple
that employ you;
the less there is of your
sweet heart.

Honey, your sweetness has faded.

Hold my hand,
and I will give you
all the sweetness in the world.

Honey, I know you are tired of it all.
I used to be so tired too.

Now is the time for energy.
Now is the time for intention.
Now is the time for love.
Now it is time for you to have
all the sweetness in the world.

Honey, will you help me?
Together we can make the world
a little brighter.

We can make our own sunshine
and share it
with all those who are hidden
in the shadows.

There may still be dark times,
but with you honey
all I can see
is sweetness and light.

Honey, your beauty and sweetness
are meant to last
longer than anything else
on this sad and lonely planet.

Honey, no matter what,
never let your heart be corrupted.
Never let your sweetness
fade away again.

That is what the shadows want,
most of all.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Aug 2017
Fear of *******

A woman's *******.
What are you so afraid of?
Your own primal instinct?
Can you hold back your desire?
Or is it truly disgust...
directed toward a body much the same as your own?
Just wondering aloud... FREE THE ****** :)
Love yourself, inside and out, and honour those around you that Love themself and their body. Fear not, the ******* will not hurt you!

Written in 2017
By Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Friends mean the world to me.

Maybe this journey of awakening
has made it difficult to be my friend.

Maybe this journey through depression
has made it difficult to be my friend.

Somehow,

there are still people who have stepped into my life
and turned on the light.

The light
I thought I would never see again.

But if you do not want to be my friend
then what else can I say...
I understand.

Be honest.
Be truthful.

I am not everyone's cup of tea.
I am hardly anyone's cup of tea.

But at least you can trust that I will never lie,
never manipulate,
never use or abuse,
never abandon in a time of need.

Even if nobody else
can say the same for me.

All I want is for you
and everyone else
to be happy.

Okay, so maybe I wanted to get to know you too..
But I understand.

When we talk
it might seem like we are connecting...
It might seem like there are so many ways
that we could have a beautiful conversation,
but this is a poor illusion.
The truth is simple.

It is the same as when I am at work,
and a customer asks a question.

All they truly want
is for me to stop talking
so that they can leave.

It does not hurt my feelings,
usually I want them to leave too,
but not this time.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Apr 2017
Down in the depths of hell,

where even demons hesitate to visit,

there was a moment.

The moment of enlightenment,

gifted upon me by some part of my mind,

some desperate part of my mind,

full of longing and death.

The darkest moment

became the sunrise of my life.

I knew I would die,

if not that day,

then another.

I knew that I came here for a purpose

and got distracted by all the suffering.

I got so distracted

that I began to think that my purpose

was just that,

to suffer; nothing more.

I realized that my willingness to suffer,

my willingness even to die,

was the very spark of inspiration I

required

to accomplish my many ambitions and

goals.

I did not give up

and I will not give up

because I love this world,

and all of the life in it.

I did not give up

because I have a dream.

I have a dream that one day I will wake up

and everyone around me will have stopped suffering;

they will have surrendered to the beauty

and joy of life

and of Love.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Obligations and duties are for robots.

If you are going to do something,

Find a reason you want to do it,

And do it because you want to.

Not because you feel like you should,

Or you are obligated,

Or you are coerced...

Or maybe you just don't want to

But someone convinced you to anyway.

Leave the obligations to the robots.



If you are going to say please and thank you,

Say it because you want someone to hear words

Of gratitude and praise and respect.

If you are going to hold the door for someone

And wish them a lovely day,

Do so because you want to add kindness to their day...

Whether or not the person is familiar.



Intent is everything.

Intend to be kind.

Intend to be generous.

Intend to be helpful.

Intend to shine your light

As bright as you can.

Intend to be that person,

That rainbow in someone else's cloud.

Just because you can,

Because you can

And you want to be that person,

Who cares enough to push through

All the negativity and pain

To see through to the beautiful soul

Hidden away.



Intention is a gift.

We can use it to manifest our choices.

The choices we were put here to make.

Or we can be robots.

Programmed and executed by other robots.

If ever taking responsibility for our actions,

Excusing ourselves through our obligations,

Letting others make our decisions

And denying ourselves

Both the joys and the miseries of caring.

The joy of intention.

The joy of brightening someone's day.

The joy of being fully alive,

And opening our heart,

Even though we know it might get hurt

Real bad.



The world needs a lot of intention right now.

It needs a lot less robots and a lot more intention.

..........

Please go on youtube and look up the video "WHAT IS WATER?"

The one that starts with a scene inside a fishbowl.

It took me many years to understand this video,

And my understanding continues to deepen still.


My journey of intention,

My journey of waking up

And becoming fully alive,

Began with that video.

It all started with water.

So did life itself.

Mine and yours,

And that of everything else

That is alive.

As far as we know,

Anyway.


Most people today hide behind obligations.

They hide behind stress,

And work,

And responsibility.

They do not want to be the person in charge.

They do not want to be the decision maker.


I am not that way.

I know that I am here to make choices.

I know that I am here to use my intentions

And to explore all of the consequences.


Apathy is a disease

That once was mine;

A disease I will continue to stave off

And attempt to eradicate completely

From this planet of sickos.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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