Impeccable Poetry - Part II

Jun 2018

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

I have always lived
Deep inside my head,
I have only ever been
A visitor in this reality,

My mind's eye resides
Within a multiverse--
Universes and Dimensions
That coexist separately
Alongside this numbing reality --
Through all of the beautiful,
Messy chaos, I see
With an extraordinary vision
And clarity.

I suffer with P.T.S.D,
O.C.D, Panic Disorder
And Depression;
A Chemical Imbalance
Causing Severe Anxiety.

This is my identity
In this, here, cold, numbing world;
These are the reasons
For my vulnerability.

A gift, or a curse...
To live inside my head?

To see beyond what my eyes see...
To be able to escape
Deep inside my mind,
Slowly stripping away reality....
Watching it slowly, but surely, shed?

In my head
My mind is entrenched,
Time is nonexistent
As is limitation...
I validate theories
Using frequencies,
Vibrations, colours, numbers
Intuition and telepathy.

Only whilst visiting reality
Do I ever feel detachment,
Disorientation, depersonalisation, Derealisation and dissociation --Otherwise known as
Debilitating Anxiety.

By Lady R.F. (C)2018

Jun 2018

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

⚘ Somewhere ⚘

We don't always have to know whether we are coming or going.
We end up where we are regardless. There's no such thing as nowhere.
Everywhere is somewhere,
and we are always there.

"Nowhere" doesn't exist.
The universe is full of "Somewheres"
-- Even amongst the spaces between the stars is a somewhere!
Lady R.F. (C2018)

Jun 2018

astiani hayn

Sky

It's the endless sky that give chills all over,
For you who wonder and wander,
Surrounded by confusion and mixing decision,
For you this sky somehow heals,
Relinquish the constant distance of you and your own.

Sometimes the answer is in you.

#sky #life #freedom #love #yourself

Jun 2018

Polar

He

He speaks the language of flowers
Quietly toiling in his garden
Digging, raking and smoothing soil,
Gently coaxing nature to match his vision.
He knows the bees, spiders, beetles, worms and earwigs
Regarding them as friends.
He follows seasons, moon and stars
As others do people
Enthralled at the changes they bring.
He listens as the birds sing
Watching with joy as
Fledgling take wing.

Jun 2018

Traveler

SOUL SHORT

Dear universe
I've minimum to report
...
Our world is still spinning
Into entropy
And out of control
We know not yet
What we really
Need to know
Ice and fire
Hot lava and snow
Around and around
The sun we go
Gravity held
Inertia repelled
All our matter
Heading for hell

Dear universe
Just letting you know!

Traveler Tim

#scary #realities

Jun 2018

Krishnapriya

Enfolding Time

Time enfolds me in layers
like the creases in a saree
the petals in a rose
from childhood to youth
and then on to middle age
then to elder-hood
and then?

To that moment in time
when we are free from time

the rose blooms
absolved from this body
dissolved in eternity
Blessed in the freedom
Of the soul

#time #life #soul #eternity #freedom

Jun 2018

K Balachandran

Potted plant

a boy to a girl,
Texts sitting across a desk;
love, a potted plant!

#text #desk #potted #plant #boy #girl

Jun 2018

Sjr1000

Orchid Dreams

The orchid is flowering
Opening,
a living mandala
Next to my bed
I hear it in my dreams
It's telling me very strange things
About the chemistry between us
And what being a flower really is
And what it really means.

There's a lot to learn.

The orchid whispers in chemical symbols

I danced through the night one night
I drank water in the desert
The sweetest taste, I've ever known
I heard a sound I've never heard before
The buzzing of Chi
Blowing in
while the curtains fluttered
In the night time wind.

Our time I know is limited
Forever wilts away

But while the orchid is flowering
That's for another day

I find myself longing for the scent of the night and at least
One more dream to go.

This came as a total surprise, 100%! Never expected. We all channel our internal poet, a conduit from within, dictated somehow. My experience at Hellopoetry has been life changing and the community we are all apart of is truly a sacred circle, for that and this moment in time, I am grateful.
The poet, well, he's sleeping now, but I will pass it on when he awakens. Many thanks, to one and all, you continue to teach me what it means to be human and an artist in this world.

Jun 2018

James

Windmill at Wijk bij Duurstede

Wind snaps through wild grain sprouted along the edge of the harbour
The aching creaks of the windmill over head orchestrate a haunting song
An appropriately ominous farewell to our weary sailors
Just beyond the port, we stand freshly alone and wait
We wait as they begin to vanish into the same fog from which they had appeared just a week ago
We watch as their vessel becomes a mere imperfection against a looming wall of clouds
And as they fade into the horizon, the sky darkens in anticipation of unavoidable ruin
Towering clouds shed foreshadowing tears
Weeks will pass, two months past when they should have returned will have come and gone
The same haunting cries of the windmill will soon be joined by echoing church hymns
Adorned in black veils and white flowers, we will be bathed by the same sorrowful clouds
Oppressive clouds will hang low above a candlelit procession
These fate burdened clouds will begin to weep, raindrops mingling with widows' tears

Painting: Windmill at Wijk bij Duurstede by Jacob van Ruisdael

#clouds #windmill #rain #storm #lost #sea #widow #sorrow

Jun 2018

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

⚘ Bird In A Cage.⚘

Broken,
Is her spirit,
Her wings
Are without feathers...

For decades she sat
On a brittle thorny perch
Bound by rope
And heavily chained
Tethers.

Every step,
She was walking on eggshells...
For, she was doomed
By the evil, selfish and wicked
At heart.

Not in the name of love,
But for fulfilment
Of cruel, greedy obsessions -
For such selfishness
Her soul was torn,
Tainted and pulled apart.

She once flew
As high as the heavens,
Now, A stranger,
She is to herself.

Her cage is now left open,
It is, but for her fears,
That she remains perched
Like an old book on a dusty shelf.

Mentally, she still flys
To the highest of heights
And dives deep, inward,
Into her own psychological abyss ...
But sometimes she finds her internal universes to be too draining,
Making such journeys
Mentally and physically
Too hard.

She is no longer
In restraining tethers...
But scarred.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2018.