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David Irvine Nov 2018
Is it real
All of this
A reality filled with senseless must.

The art of self
Seems like a world
Where everyone looks upon in felt.

Disturbed by the notion of everyone’s motion
A deliberate injection of energies potion.

A journey that must be had
No matter how sad
A lesson to absorb
A moment to be said

Don’t forget to get out of bed.

Rejection and acceptance
Work as one
Even if you know how life began
Moulded into this
A Desirable man
That came here to deliver a new plan.

Feeling it all through frequencies of old
Awakening ears of fortunate told.

Reality is real
Reality is fake
Reality is all a tiny mistake.

Awaiting the unfolding plan
Written before the entrance by hand.

Softly feeling numb
The complexity seems none
Reality failing more than some

Awaiting the darkness to come.
David Irvine Nov 2018
Peering deep inside your mind
Learning the frequency of time
Showing you the reality of this manifestational climb
A black hole
A galaxy filled with infinite disclose
Designed to make you stand on your toes.

Create a reality inside your soul
Need it to happen
Want it to happen
Never look back until all is disclosed.

The fabrication of reality awaits your call
Create it from the inner depths of your consciousness
Reminding yourself that all before you
Is a perception of existence,
Actuality –
A simple act of gravity.

Ask it
Will it
Become the master of your thoughts.
The universe answers back
And makes it, so you’ve fought.

Will you create the reality you want?
Or pounder on the questionable state of love?

I’ve given you the answers to this struggle that is not
Talk to the universe
Take all it’s got.
David Irvine Aug 2018
Giving meaning to a young souls life
filled with happiness
love
and toys alike.

Colours clashing with every sight
trains crashing
boats splashing
cars laid out into a line.

Giving love back with cuddles and laughter
pointing fingers to all who come after
a moment of joy
as the ice cream melts around a little face
vanilla
blue skies
sandy beaches
awaiting for tiny toes to touch them in the dry.

Blond curly hair waving in the wind
as waving to daddy starts to begin
goodbye
hello
shouting with a tiny grin.

Teeth whiter than brilliant white
leaning over for cuddles and a kiss
a little bundle of wonder
William.
David Irvine Aug 2018
Into the cold
into the wind
walking through the world of untold
mirrored by a forgotten soul.

Finding self
through life’s work
to be told
you need to unfold.

Into the heat
into the storm
discovering why life is old
cracking skin
revealing life
trying to stay within.

Wafer thin
eyes trying to fold
delicate
fragile
the storm trying to win.

Life moving on
leaving behind the weak
who have done nothing wrong
a journey of forgetful song.

Into the cold
into the storm
a universe filled with…
Left the poem open ended to give the reader a thought of 'What next'

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