The Artist…

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Fascinated, mesmerised, enchanted, dreamy

I am

Your colours, your music, your poems, your words, your lyrics 


Touch my heart and carry me away


I am

Bewildered in this passion

I notice you alright in your silence, in your overpowering beauty 


You are 

The artist

 

Deafened by Silence…

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When your body is not your body 

When your heart is just an instrument 

When your life is a reminder of regret

When your dreams are disabled visions


When that book of life you wrote when you were just a child became worthless 

When you thought it was all magic

And then as a grown up you realise 

You are just a passer by and all those treasures you thought belonged to you 

They never did


You were alone when the characters of your book emerged, they made you believe and count on them 

But then the truth disclosed otherwise

And the cliche you were so afraid to live insisted to accompany you 

That simply imprisoned you 


For you tried to talk and you tried to change things but you became deafened by the silence and so when the curtain closed and the last chapter tore all you hoped for is to have a better end to conclude the heartache that burdened your living days… 

I dream in gold and I bathe in sunshine I see glitter and sparkles everytime you make me smile …I guess I was caught in my dreamy thoughts for too long, I really long to write that book again 💋

Echoes of the Heart…

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Echoes of the Heart…

They say the heart is where it all begins.

A breath, a beat, a rhythm,

I am talking about passion,

It’s the one magical driver that defies all logic and makes anything happen.

As I face a dilemma of making a decision, and usually I am quick at deciding. However this time, I’m dwelling and delving into an inner debate, while it just takes me one simple thing to start, and that is…focus, that inner voice or ego keeps disturbing my peace, and reminding me of failure, making me hesitant to reach out to my heart and follow my passion once again.

With a heart beat that will be so loud, I will seize to hear the background, I promise myself, so I decided…

I will set my foot to the ground and order this disturbing noise to hush,

I will start making magic again…

It will be a realisation of a vision I had when I was so young and kept telling people about it,

My friend’s recent note that says: “work on your project” just keeps popping up on my screen, is yet another sign that very clearly is in synch with the results of my endeavours and a conclusion to a vicious circle of rejections.

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When the work begins there will be no looking back, the passion and drive will be like there is no tomorrow. I owe this much and more to myself and my loved ones.

Here’s to this not being just another project of mine but this time it will be an echo of my heart, a shoutout to my success and a seal of approval from the universe.

Let the work begin!

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Starting Over

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Starting Over

Well…I have to admit,,, I have been staring at my screen for the past 20 minutes, trying to figure out what to write and where to start. Is it the writer’s block, is it me wondering where my writing will get me? Or is it just a phase I was blessed with when I was driven by words, by writing by creativity…and now it’s gone?
After 4 hours away from my screen…I am back again…lets see what the writer in me will want to share today.

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Well…I have to admit,,, I have been staring at my screen for the past 20 minutes, trying to figure out what to write and where to start. Is it the writer’s block, is it me wondering where my writing will get me? Or is it just a phase I was blessed with when I was driven by words, by writing by creativity…and now it’s gone?

After 4 hours away from myscreen…I am back again…lets see what the writer in mewill want to share today.

Life is a whirlwind indeed, we all have questions, we all have our times when we feel so unsettled, so distracted, and so disappointed. Sometimes much to our dismay, just as things seem to start working, sudden jerks pull us back and we feel, well how would we feel other than beyond disappointed and sucked in to a debatable circumstance.

I know some of my readers…

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Sudden Silence…

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As I recover from the trauma of my surgery…and as the medicine and anaesthetic starts to subside…I can’t stop thinking of the beautiful lady, the succesful young mother, the beautiful wife, who was next to me…as I hear silence that suddenly refused to lend her peace..an unwanted silence that decided to simply ruin her dream…

A mother of 2 who was full of life, ready to venture with her family into the land of dreams and make a wonderful home far far away…with her suitcases packed, a chapter already closed and a new one ready to begin…life or destiny or an unfortunate event…decided to invade her life and steal it all away, in a second.


I honestly can’t find the word, the meaning, the term, the explanation, it is just a feeling that makes me sick to the gut, as I ask myself why,why,why..???


I lay on my bed, I forget my pain, I forgive, I surrender, knowing that with time I will recover..

Yet, I can’t close my eyes without thinking of the beautiful lady who suffered a stroke, laying there next to me unable to move, unable to talk…my heart is torn and I try to find the words to pray, to find the faith to believe in miracles, they say these do happen and deep inside I want them to.

Beautiful lady, my heart tore to pieces when I saw what you were going through, my tears didn’t stop falling when I heard you cry in pain and saw your family united in prayer and in love for you to heal and recover. You made me forget my pain, you reminded me to overcome my struggle, you gave me courage and reminded me of a powerful feeling that I used to live by…called determination.

They say angels come in many forms at different times and I believe I was not alone in that room and you were not either.

You will make it against all odds, you will defeat the silence and your light will overcome the darkness that has intrusively decided to invade your life…

This is not a poem, this is not a story, this is not a statement or an article or a post…this is a call to the universe..


I cannot forget those 3 days of my life and I will never forget you, I will never forget the beautiful face who was determined to embrace a dream, and got shattered by evil sickness as a result…I will pray for you everyday and will believe a miracle will prevail and this odd chapter in your life will be torn away leaving a new page of endless happy healthy ever afters. 

The Caged Butterfly…

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I was once the queen of the sky
My crown would shine every time I flew up so high
I was once a free butterfly

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I was once part of the colourful gardens
I never imagined I could ever die
My bed was a rose and my perfume the nectar
My light was that ever shining star
I was once part of a magical universe
In its beauty I would immerse

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Until one day, I got captured
My tiny heart got raptured
I was promised love
I was told I will fly freely like a dove
I was promised life
I was promised dreams

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Today I am a caged butterfly
Hopelessly trying to flap my wings again
Tears drop every morning as I know the roses are enjoying the dew of dawn
And I am dying with every drop as it evaporates the land

Yesterday I was a free butterfly
Flapping my wings like there was no tomorrow
Aching with today’s sorrow
Alas, the cage is becoming tighter as my days pass by
I can barely breath or sigh

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And I grow out of that promised love
That took my hope of life
Never tried to reconcile
Helplessly Watching me die

And I wonder, will tomorrow be the last day I bid farewell
Leaving me with only one desire
To forgive my sweet heart that failed me
As I die in peace and enjoy returning to that place I belong
So long, so long to you my caged butterfly.

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Let Love Live…

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Ode to a dying soul
Can your heart love more than you can?
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Does your body ache when you know
It’s a love so deep and
Never did it sleep
Feelings that can not be measured
or expressed in words
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When you realise
The song of those two loving souls
Can never be heard
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For why did it appear
When all was supposed to disappear
With time
With distance
With circumstance

Can your heart love more than you can?

Let Love Live
Beyond time
Beyond distance
Beyond circumstance
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Let Love drive away sadness
Let Love drive away despair
Let Love run wild
Let Love in
Let Love be
Let Love be Us
Let Love Live.
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Shadows in the Sand…

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Hand in hand our shadows collide like velvet on those dunes,
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Moonlight protecting our undefined love, so fragile,
Our ancient hearts locked in eternity,
Overwhelmed to keep some of my sanity,
We will forever be bound and that is a relief,
At last I can make peace, as I grow beyond belief.

Remembering that day when our eyes met,
And I instantly knew, it was all set,
Souls living so close yet so apart,
It all had to end when it was meant to start,
Chained in thoughts and lovely memories,
Such precious feelings to make all those stories.
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Each of us living a life of circumstance,
Yet, knowing when our minds touch,
Our hearts and souls entwine with love, and
We see each other in each others eyes, and
Our pain becomes simple sighs.

A reflection of you as I look in the mirror, and
I know how much I missed you,
A memory locked in my heart, and
Forever will remain,
Those lovely souls that dance,
Painting their shadows in the sand.
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Dedicated to those beautiful souls who know how to dance and celebrate love, this song really complements my post.

Catch and Release-by Matt Simons

Pearls and Fantasies…

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Looking at my reflection while I sit by the shore,
A stream of sunshine grabs my attention as it lusters on the surface,
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And I get a glimpse;
Of that time when I was the happiest girl in the crowd,
Determined to celebrate my life, my new home,
I wanted to welcome the New Year with all that is light,
That night I decided the theme will be all white,
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Embraced by my lovely pearls, surrounded by beauty and electrifying joy,
That evening, I was queen, I ruled the night, I guarded the shadows spreading my love,
I wanted my heartbeat to echo into the night and celebrate the woman, I so proudly became.
That night I set my intentions to the universe,
I sent my gratitude with the wind to every corner of the world,

Suddenly;
A wave splashes and droplets touch my face,
I shrug my shoulders,
Feelings of sadness takeover,
The dream that I had built over night,
That special celebration I marvelled,
That smile engraved in my face,
That heart beat I echoed,
Those lovely pearls I adored,
The sweet perfume of the evening,
That New Year I longed to enjoy,
The dance that obeyed my steps,
The queen got stabbed by the dark
and took a piece of my heart.
That woman was cursed by the night.

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So I decided…
Those pearls that I so dearly wore,
Will be the story of my last post.
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Until, a voice from my past sent me waves of love,
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And reminded me that…
Pearls live on after growing from a grain of sand,
Unlike humans, they are timeless.

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I looked up and…
A magical breeze whispers,
Promises of colourful music,
Passionate words to design my poems,
Love to overshadow the dark,
Sending me rose petals to kill that curse.
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The next time I get adorned by my precious pearls,
Will be to rise up again and fearlessly,
Honour my eternal fantasy.
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