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Harriet Shea Jun 2018
Mystical tension allures understanding expressed
wondrously, dimensional exhibitions of meditational
rhyme, executed knowledge of unseen destruction
forcefully performed, without attention of lunar
intellectual thoughts of mediational telepathy taught
from the universal planetary of assumption knowledge
collapsing remarkably in density, assuming supplied
questions will be dismissed without explanations
without where it all begun, before the big bang appeared
through knowledge of universal intelligence complicated
and acknowledge without answers from the planetary systems
formed from only atoms and more experimental attachments
located among the inner-dimensional universe.

Through meditational rhyme pronounce in a second of united
time, separate atoms in three seconds multiplied double in
volume escaping miraculously through infinity, doubling over
again, creating new dimensional worlds, moons and spheres
shooting seeds of life through the universe creating bacterial
growth attaching to more bacterial antibodies.

Through thought patterns of our super-consciousness inner
mind, we know intellectually, what makes life exist and move
through circles of explanatory blacks holes, of other dimensional
escapes of time travel as we may believe.

Life as we know it, will revolve again in different forms of deep
imaginational energy, where it will transform into objects of
thought progression of creation.


By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
Fah Sep 2013
With distance
the distaste only grew ,
with time and foreign lands my tree of wisdom only grew
from the confines of meditational winter sprung forth with the seasons change a fresh spring
that led to summers bloom and now with autumns orange face upon us i find myself back where i began ,

where i ran , it seems i was running back
where i thought i had no map , there was something pulling me to a home of sorts
more than one , too many to name , in people who live and in places that breathe
where i roamed , where i broke down walls triumphantly pulling the bricks and letting the river flow through the once more
no more ****** damns to hold back the floodwaters

i had an inkling i was running off borrowed time
or at least credit
death on credit
death in reverse
birthed rebirth
again and again

yet here i am still in deaths ruptured flow -
the unconditional love ran out mother ,
it ran out and you used it up
you used it so , i know you needed it
so from my child’s heart uninteruppted i let that one go
i held it aloft so you would know that no matter what you do , you are loves loved love

you are loves , loved love
but , it all came crashing down around my ears and around my throat a noose with no name
but a holy ghost escaped my lips in angry overtones = this argument for arguments sake
and tears hot on my cheeks filling up my mouth with anti-septic salt water drops
that doused my locks and you said “come back to me when you can speak without crying”

tears are but distilled wisdom and i am your teacher
i am your child - for a reason , i learnt much from you but how much more can you learn from me..
for i am not you - but a part - apart
and the smoke fills my eyes blurring the lines between reality

but i had enough , respect is intended - always
but i have respect in myself and that’s what you taught me.

That’s why i smile at people on the bus and talk to strangers ; because
everyone is reaching their own goals, shining their own light and love is shared , mother , love is shared.
and i try to love
but love seems to be distant
i love

four men

one - island man
two - island man
three- island man
four - out way somewhere i don’t know , never have graced , hope to grace and maybe touch his face ,

is this wrong? is this why i sit up at night with restless dreams
because whenever i see any one of them my heart turns to shreds
and i recall what that love is one more time
one more time
on more time

one - touches and lunch
two - dinner without touches, yet.
three - cheesy beans and laughter lines
four - astral planes baby ,

it’s raining again .
i’m siting under a tree in holloway
next to a knoll with hot chocolate , passport photos and cigarettes

are they not all one and the same
whom would i devote my entirety to , would you take it?
would you take it?
could you take it?

where do we stop?
why not stop..why stop. stop. what? stop loves riptide ?
not likely , not by chance , but by simplistic design
no i will not go
i will stay

please, please.. please.

i want to dance , with you who are you?
an enigma of epic proportions

i read somewhere that if a poet falls in love with you then you will never be forgotten
forever imortalized in their sonnets
and yes , it is true

lover why so shy? why so elusive , who is your soul
won’t you quietly tell me of the bruises won’t you tell me your secrets
and let me smooth down your shorn hair

two.

this world was made to share
and so is my love
so it is my love ,

we are wounded healers
and my , have i never heard anything as poetic as that.

but i cannot stay lone with all this love as it burst forth because it is mine. mother .
it is mine.

so.

dinner.
i am back again , and it's stared to rain again
but i see blue skies clear
Fah Oct 2013
what i did to cope with 5 peoples emotional overload


Here i sat , thinking i had dealt all my blows on this fatigued mind ,
worn down by the strains of family inconsistent values
of selfish values
and here i sat , thinking it was me - who was the trouble child ,

here i sat , thinking it was me who had healed herself time and time again ,
here i sat thinking i was done with the past heartache and headaches and whatever aches
oh...i thought...dang...

i saw in slow motion - as my mother began to talk once more about the past’s difficult trenches , the war in the living room .

the tears from a father figure at christmas on his knees begging for redemption ,
a child on the stairs
a tree without presents and i see the wall slowly come up
the obscure orange fog ,
cloud that segment of my minds garden


i had never noticed the metaphysical manifestation

that was what it took from me,
( through no fault , who’s to blame , we could spend hours and hours pointing fingers walking , the maze’s circles only to end up at the starts end, and it wouldn’t matter anyway ... )

but what i now see , what it took from me -
to pick up where the so called parents had failed ,
       and fallen ,

both self absorbed ,

       play the kids against each other , subliminal messages of

“your father did this..” oh but no “ your mother was this...”

pity at their own wounds , licking them like kittens , nursing the pain , moving on without looking at their damage because it’s easier

it took from me , to block all of my mothers emotions to mother my siblings
her manic depression , her answer for a partner , her go to call
me - who else could she pour blame onto when , she knew **** well
there was no one but her to blame, and it’s not without knowing that her life hasn’t exactly been rose fields of sunshine hues - her self only healing now too..

but it doesn’t excuse .


and now - finally - finally i see - and i stand at a distance replaying the scenes in my head
shouting how could you let this happen? how could you let me get so empty, and say nothing. how could you let this ice cold diamond heart form and not notice? And even worse, still talk about yourself?!


i guess , that’s just what happens when you feel too much , and you care too much , and when you love with such ferocity it rips through all ******* to the things that matter and that to me, was everyone else’s sanity. Because i’m rational enough to have understood that if i didn’t no one else would -

what i did to cope with 5 peoples emotional overload

it took for me to build a protection shield around my emotions and to bite the bullet as it came hurtling towards me and now do i SEE those defenses after having distilled my mind with meditational forces

,and man , i just want to tell my younger self , you’ll be alright baby , you’ll make it - you don’t need to , it’s just their discontentment at their own judgment ,

~~~


i recall having exams at school and doing the weekly shop because no one had gone shopping, the school calling me up and saying they’d hold them for later , so i could get my qualifications

i recall the smashed doors and recall the screams and the police and i recall little else in vivid detail ,

But i think the worst part , is looking at the ramifications on my siblings and i
yes , it’s made us strong and people who won’t back down at fighting for the truth , and fighting for the heart

but , it’s made us fragile and frail in our convictions and for me , the worst part is how i took on their hate

i know i’m not bad , but it’s when those voices keep saying :

you still are not good enough to deserve whatever the **** it is you want

and i thought i had banished those creatures , turns out , my mind isn’t infinite
i had a feeling ,
near infinity is as close as it gets
and eventually what you throw out will come back.
sometimes hearts are not beautiful, but at least they are honest.
Fah Sep 2013
its always sunrise
somewhere

things move in every atoms presence
tonal vibrations power through into tmorows
certian serenity

blissfull melodies
we die daily in our meditational  cremation ground of  minds past eye had been cast upon building up
or down

spiral, the.sine curve of life
respect the crecendos with ease
the patterns are flexible in form shape and mind
Noah Roberts Feb 2014
Melody is the soul that binds us
wavering throughout space and time
the void
echoing with singularity
by closing your eyes
a state of full relaxation
mantras of intellectual *******
course through your pores
lightly touching the soul in every part a whole
rain with sound down your shoulderblades
as meditational medicine envelopes your physicality
sing together as one
Fah Jan 2016
When the waves have washed me here,
I'd be a fool to look another way,

sturdy sturdy , doesn't it feel strange.
They say it's chaos out here at the moment.

I've dug these roots and cultivated their tender tendrils.
this is my song
this is my voice
I know this now.

For the love of myself,
Is the focal point now,

spin - turn - it's not yet happened
confusion
confusion
states of misunderstanding
foraging in the silence for our understanding
for the decisions that would make things easier
but I'm turning over now
rolling with this wave
a fool I may be but an anchor I do have

and i've come to be -
sitting
serene meditational gaze
life is unraveling in the way life kows best-
my heart bumps
stumbling occasionally.
Harriet Shea Sep 2018
We completely shut away the part of us that
try so hard to understand life, only understanding
is not thinking how to understand, but how
understanding will lead us to surrender to the
depth of understanding.

We are all one in one, and once you confront the
situation how it came about, you will never be
the same person of logic as you know it.

Meditation brings you to your own personal
dimensional level, where only you exist, a level
of peace, knowledge, understanding, knowing
you alone, teacher of abstractions obstacles
approached connected self, to the real
meaning of inner completeness, self conditional
awareness of what exist around material
majestically interference.

Opportunities reflect upon inner intuitive intervention
upon receiving of higher vibrations needed to
move equally in motivational correspondence
a motive needs to be assembled upon acceptance
of thought, creating the inner part needed to
achieve what makes life orderly perfect with
force completed, all divisions must be projected
into the Universe.


(Mind Over Matter)


By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
Wake Up
Wake Up

Sky kiss and lawn of mind
Greening beautifully
Can’t-miss
Sky kiss

Zumba laugh
begin…

Raining and fog falling
turtles pleasantly rolling
Don’t have time for calling

Looking sky
don’t know why?
Ohh It’s not too high, O dear!

Let’s open your astronaut dream
packed with oxygen drill

Moon wink
link your dream strings
Kites flying
and so the rising moon
O
Beloved come soon
Under the Shade of a tree
Let’s feel free
Let’s uncage your butterfly and a bee

tip-top
colors hop
tip-top
colors hop

Get up
Leave your lazy cushions
Do the tango
Don’t wait!
close all your negativity entry gate!
cheers!!

A round walk! Around the walk!
feel the rhythm and think what you have brought
Gain some spiritual meditational sky talk
Then some bang bang chocolate

Take some Fruit’s salad
jolly your mind and add your heart
A dazzling mug of coffee

Rise up and twinkle!
Rise up and twinkle!

start your day!
Don’t let it down dreamy feather
realize the real
concatenate the imagination
combo!
Mumbo Jumbo!

Let’s go
driving the infinite snow
feel the cold
relax with the music old!

Take a break!
Let’s go

Pots of golden *** and vacant space
time your mind
sometimes memories rewind
under the cup of diverging new winds

If reached in the forest unknowingly
wild your heart and don’t feel unrest
Wear a mask under the green shadow
Don’t fear if the lion is so near
like a moonwalk
slowly
reverse your gear of slow walk
without eye to eye contact

If lion attack
punches the nose hard
breathe!
and
never let the lionto eat you
Don’t go beyond the imagination,O dear!

Wild the forest
wild so you!
Wild the forest
wild so you!

Bright love
singing right in front of the mind tree, a pond
O melting glaciers
Hurry up!
seasons of a fluffy polar bear
Drinking beer…

closely searching me near!
So I deep sleep while drinking a lovely beer…

Just to fear the wild bear!

cheers!!! cheers!!!cheers!!!


Grasses of dreams want to sprout
Layer the other side of the coin!

Wake up!
Wake up!

Trees are laughing
Kissing and rejoicing
Oh Dear!
Everything is in the dream!
cheers!!!

Snow is wildly astonishing
Foresting smile!
Glittering star shining in the dreamy mile!


Layer’s of desert fall
I am in the dream
I can’t call…
cheers!!!

Wake Up!


Wake Up!

Wake Up!!


Wake Up !

Wake Up!

Wake Up!


Wake Up !!


Wake Up !!!

Allyssa Knight Oct 2015
We engaged in intellect.
Sharing are stories of pain, sadness and happiness.
Though the room was lit by candles of a low flame, soft Indian meditational tribe flutes played in the distance, and the aroma of chocolate cookies to help drown us deeper into our mere depression that we as individuals only noticed on each other yet couldn't find it in..
ourselves
We were strong, who were we to cry?
She told me of her father.
A man of great wisdom.
A man with mental conditions.
She blamed him for some of the things that should never happen to a little girl, he wasn't there, who was there to protect her?
She was uneasy..
She told me of her brother.
A young man of genes.
A deceiver.
Why was she the only one to see his wrongs that her mother was oblivious too.
She became cold, bitter and angry.
Like a switch, she turned
off.
" excuse me, I'm gonna use the restroom"
"okay" I replied in confusion.



10 minutes later




She was gone for a while.
Her whimpers went silent.
Her silent screams became actually silent
I no longer heard her slid down the wall and hold herself in sadness.
It was actually...
silent
I slid open the door to check to see if she was ready to be alright
She just laid there......
Lifeless and peaceful.
I rushed to her assistance.
Let me help you...
Let me.. Please respond!
Let me leave instead of you!
Let me meet you at the heaven gates as well.
Let me hold you.....
I held her and sung her a song for the robins.
But as I looked into the mirror with tears running down my face.
I was only holding myself..
But no one ever knew of my depression.
They didn't want to see it.
But I had to.
***** locked
Stomach twisting
Grasping for control
But my world's shattered out from beneath me
And I feel no soul.
Miles of sedation could not save me from this.
No nirvana no mothers love
No meditational bliss.
Here I am empty no feeling but this sick.
Tired and turmoil.
My stomach twist.

I could ***** or die
Or both at the same time.

Nothing could save me from this.
Up until now, i have never known neutrality as a feeling.
As i am feeling neutral. Motionless, Emotionless .
Feeling as between but not inbetween.
Neutral as in the epicentre of feeling,
Not disregarding any emotions yet having no regard for them irregardlessy.
Not out of control, in control yet incontrol.
It feels like another state of being,
Not inhuman but a state beyond human being.
Not powerful, not powerless but still,
Everything in this state feels still.
It is a natural occuring meditational state, awake,
A state between the yin-and-the-yang.
Everything is equally equilibriumly balanced.
Calmness and peace overcome the whole being,
As this is new to me, i have no grasp nor comprehension.
My feeling is my interpretaion, my interpretation is my feeling.
Neutral.
#Crossroad-intersection-conjucture within
Harriet Shea Jun 22
We completely shut away from the part of us that
try so hard to understand life, only understanding
is not thinking about how to understand, but how
understanding will lead us to surrender to the
depth of understanding.

We are all one in one, and once you confront
the situation how it came about, you will never be
the same person of logic as you know it.

Meditation brings you to your personal
dimensional level, where only you exist, a level
of peace, knowledge, understanding, knowing
you alone, teacher of abstractions obstacles and
human emotions approach connecting self to
our inner completeness, self-conditional
awareness of what exists around material
majestically interference.

Opportunities reflect upon inner intuitive intervention
upon receiving of higher vibrations needed to
move equally in motivational correspondence
a motive needs to be assembled upon acceptance
of thought, creating the inner part needed
for achieving what makes life balanced.
completed, all divisions must be projected
into the Universe.


(We are Powerful in Love)

Copyright ⓒ DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
Onoma Nov 2019
stripped down to the spine--

vocable blood banging between

your ears.

thing placing person.

skipping feet backwards on water.

atmospheric like the sounds of early

cinema.

death at every meditational attempt--

equanimous loss at gainsay enlightenment.

sure you stand for something--but you're

never fulfilled.

until you are, until you simply are not.

any longer.

you see...when you become It--

you're left out of It as much as you're

let in It.
I used to be big on life,
Now i am big in life.
Tis all because i decided to let bygons be (bygons),
And focus on new beginings.
Off the bat hits of life like its the begining of new innings,
'Cause all bats are on the table,
And all bets are off.
Living life raw hence all gloves are off.
They say 'the gods must be crazy' to have me as an offspring,
Whilst im in my meditational contemplation,
Of springing from continent to continent,
Galaxy to galaxy for my next home-run.
The Creator being my basis,
Gallaries and gallaxies i will use for my bases.
Knowing i am the son of the soil in my soul,
I stay unbilical coded to mother-nature.
Culture and tradition be the foundation,
Deeply rooted the fortress to retreat-home.
Rooting-off all regrets
With their repeat habbits,
Whilst studying my mistakes.
Changed the conceptualisation off hobbies,
Into entertaining activities of progress.
Believing in hope,
And having hope in beliefs.
Distinguished in differentiation,
Of data to information,
Information to knowledge,
Knowledge to intelligence,
Intelligence to wisdom.
As i am in the dominion of the wise,
I rise to dominate the (non/un)wise with the wise.
Onoma Jun 17
having dealt meditational

applications of paint to the  

foregoing walls of a bedroom.

a more youthy white cracked

open over aging eggshell.

all the same, as if uniformly

sheen.

try as it may, a paint roller leaves

a frumpy stripe from corner to

ceiling.

begging for brushwork.

it's an intimate little chat with

striving perfectibility.

— The End —