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My Poem “Regeneration”

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Who knew that someone could
change so much throughout their life?
Who knew that someone could
go through so much and over time
find the energy that they need
to make it to the other side?
Who knew that there would be no mystery
greater than we are to ourselves?
Who knew that there could be no
question to be answered as illusive
as the one personified in
who we see every day in the mirror,
who never ceases to show us
that we all have layers and depths
that are just waiting to show themselves.

Everything within us, everything around us,
everyone we have known, everyone we will ever meet,
changes and reinvents itself,
over and over again –
at the same time that everything and everyone
follows a pattern of behaviour,
as well as a biological necessity,
to maintain something and someone’s
intended purpose in life…
everything within everyone
began in one state and then over time
adapted to their surroundings and their environment
and became a more diverse and varied
assembly of complexity
and meant to connect to the world
in ways that generation after generation
has had varying periods of awareness of and attention to –
because in times gone by humanity’s
connection with the world and each other
seemed to be more refined,
because our relationship with the natural world
used to be considered just as important to growth
and rejuvenation as starlight.

Every atom of everything and everyone –
from me to you, from every tree to every star –
can all trace their shared lineage
to a momentous event that happened
billions of years ago;
but had the conditions at the beginning of time and space
been ever so slightly different than they were
then everything and everyone
would have turned out differently –
and in other universes and realities
the consequences of what might have been
play out in a myriad of ways,
and the thought that change and choice has been,
and always will, be a factor in determining where
one set of variables will lead to
has always filled me with fascination…
every time each of us think that we
know ourselves and each other
to the nth degree and nothing about us,
nor anyone else, could ever surprise us again,
something, or someone, always reminds us to
never stop questioning our own existence
and the reason why each of us are alive
and able to do what we can do –
because every form of life in this universe,
or any universe, has repeatedly shown
that the longer you live the greater the chance
there is that you will repeatedly go through
a period of self-reflection and self-awareness
that will lead to profound instances
of change and regeneration.

My Poem “Sleeping Dragon”

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Most of the time,
they are relatively calm...
most of the time,
they look around at the world, and -
though they see much that concerns them -
they are always quietly confident
and optimistic that one day humanity will collectively
figure out many of it's problems
and live in peace with one another...
most of the time,
they are accepting of
that which they cannot change -
mostly their memories
of past events that feel
like they came and went
as fast as the winds of a storm...
most of the time,
they are like a bird gliding over
the world below them;
however, there are times
when they see something,
when they hear something,
when they feel something,
when someone makes them feel enraged -
that is when they feel and know
that something inside of them
has been awoken and is burning
within them like a fire.

It doesn't happen that often,
but whenever someone has
done something to them -
something hurtful,
something selfish,
something deplorable -
that is when a part of them
rises like a phoenix
and shows itself to all...
it only happens if and when
they feel unable to control
the spirit within them
as it unfurls its wings,
starts to show its teeth,
and exhales their flames
in the form of words
that had been previously been
locked away and under their control.

People are seldom able
to know the consequences
of their actions,
nor how their words may
trigger the thoughts of someone
who only wanted to know
the truth of something
rather than a continuous
stream of lies and deceit...
everybody wants to live in a state
of peace, love, and serenity
when there is no longer
wars to be waged,
nor fights to be fought -
when everyone can understand
one another and get along.

No one wants to live
in a constant state of battle
with people who they may disagree with,
but who they may never really meet...
everybody wants to be able to
do what they want to do,
and be with whom they want to be with;
however, the events of life
never truly unfold
how we want them to -
which is why there are times
when even the most patient of people
find themselves having to show
a side of them that might seem
out of character -
and that is what, why, how,
when, and where someone
with the right mixture of passion,
intensity, and fire within them
can show that who they are
most of the time
is akin to a ticking time-bomb,
or as they like to be called
a "sleeping dragon".

My Poem “Muses of Music”

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Music has always been
an important part of my life...
Music has always meant more to me
than I could put into words...
Music has always been
what has created a connection
between me and what I have
always felt can be sensed
whenever I have looked up
at the sky at twilight...
Music has always opened
doorways of imagination
and inspiration that have led me
to visit a multitude of incredible worlds.

Music was, most likely, my first love,
because every time I heard
any kind of music -
from the vinyl records
of The Beatles and Mike Oldfield
that my parents used to play
from our home stereo,
to watching 'Top of the Pops' on TV,
to the Chart Shows that I used to
listen to every week on the radio -
I was absolutely spellbound by what I heard
and by the not so subtle magic.

When I first began expressing
my thoughts, my feelings,
my emotions, my memories,
and my experiences,
in the form of the poetry
that I was inspired to write,
as well as the love that I believed
I was feeling at the time,
I always sought out songs
and melodies that always
gave me the jump start of creativity
that I needed to create
a piece of art of my own.

Whenever I have found myself
going through a period in my life
when I have felt as if I were alone
in how I was feeling,
after listening to the words
of a song that has a power
and a gravity to it
that has a meaning,
a message, and a story to it
that is not always apparent,
I have always felt the wave energy
and understanding that has always reminded me
that there are always others
who have been through
what we have been through,
or what we are going through,
and that we can all there for one another -
even if we live vastly different lives,
and perhaps in different eras and time zones.

Even as I write this,
I am listening to a varied playlist
of some of my favourite songs -
some fast, some slow,
some acoustic, some electronic,
some old, some relatively new -
because I have found that
listening to a great song
while I am writing is like using
the key to a gateway
to the extra dimensions of possibilities
that play out and echo all around us,
and I am free to let my mind drift
and weave my own literary
tapestry of poetic fabric...
every day, I return to who I know,
what I know, where I know,
and to whom and to what
I have repeatedly listened to -
my favourite artists -
who, to me, will always be
the spark of hope, optimism,
and inspiration that I love -
in other words:
my muses of music.

My Poem “Trancendence”

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The sun has gifted me
moments to love all my life -
from childhood memories
of playing in my garden with my sister,
to being taken to Disneyland Florida,
to riding my bike around my home village
over and over again, 
to kisses with exes,
to sitting outside while enjoying
the sunshine as I drink
something to quench my thirst;
however there isn't a day that goes by
when I am not reminded that
all the time that we are gifted
is precious and fleeting,
and it is only when we look back
on Summer's gone by
that we start to realize
the world is constantly trying
to teach us something important:
none of us stay as we are,
because who we were
and those who we used to know
have become a part of
the history of our story
and they were never meant to be
anything other than what they became.

I can still recall memories
of people and places,
and I can still remember
the lasting impressions
that I felt at certain times -
but because I don't have
the same relationships
that I used to have with people,
and because I have learned
more life lessons than I can count
from all the errors
that I have made over the years,
I now feel a certain detachment
as I slowly drift further and further
away from where I came from,
who I used to be,
and who I used to believe I knew.

It occurs to me that I did not
think about the end of anything
when I was younger,
because I honestly believed
that things would
stay the same way forever -
and I can only blame myself
for having that childish mentality;
however, while growing up,
I was truly blessed by a loving family,
I was given unforgettable experiences,
I grew up at a time
when we didn't have as much
as children have now
but somehow I feel as if we had more,
and I slowly but surely
felt the awakening
of the most important,
precious, extraordinary, and phenomenal
surge of energy, light, and inspiration -
something that sometimes feels
like a magical and miraculous power
that I have always been fated to wield.

There are times when I do wonder
what would have happened if
fate had had other plans for me;
however, when I am sitting
and enjoying the sunshine
with my family and with those who know me and still love me,
it does not take me long
to snap back to the present
and realize what a gift time
with those whom you
share an unbreakable connection with
transcends everything.

My Poem “Apricity”

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I have always been able to feel
and appreciate the energy
that surrounds me...
I have always been able to
subconsciously see
the spectrum of colour
that everything and everyone radiates...
I have always been able to hear
the music of the spheres -
the cosmic symphony
that the stars and planets of the universe
play every instant of every day
as members of the eternal orchestra...
I have always been able to assimilate
the knowledge of someone,
something, or somewhere
simply by reaching out
and touching the ever-present spirit
that everyone and everything
emanates and leaves behind them
like some kind of echo of their aura...
I have always been a believer
in the importance of obligation -
to the people who matter to us,
as well as to the place where we call home...
I have always been a dreamer
and someone with an imagination
that daily refreshes itself
with new hopes and dreams
for the future...
I have always been someone
who has always felt connected
to something greater than myself -
which is probably why,
even when I am seemingly by myself,
I never feel alone,
and I always feel love...
I have always been someone
with an instinct that allows me
to be able to look
and listen to someone
and instantly know what mechanism
drives their internal desires...
I have been someone
who has been able to take a walk
on a summer's day,
or stop and look up to the sky above
on a winter's afternoon,
and feel instantly inspired,
revitalised, and uplifted by the 
"apricity" of every moment -
as if I am being remade every time
by the extraordinary feeling
of the sun upon my skin.

My Poem “Flow State”

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I have always compared
how I feel when I am writing
and I am inspired
with someone turning on a tap...
I have always thought
of the experience that I have
when I am creating something
with someone walking
or running down a path...
I have always felt as if
I am being connected
to something else while writing -
as if I am communicating,
sharing, and receiving a message, 
or gaining a new insight
as a result of my consciousness
swimming, diving, feeling
and interpreting the energy
of an ocean of poetry around me
that brings to the surface
something that I did not was within me...
I have always been able to sit
in silence and feel my thoughts
drift away -
but while listening to music
I have also had the experience
of feeling as if my mind were
generating the landmases
of a whole new world of endless possibilities...
I have always known
that there were other realities
beyond the one that most people
see and are familiar with
since I was a child and I started
to silently speculate and continue
the stories of characters
others believed had come to an end...
I have always known
that I had a gift that I was meant
to share with others
that was too powerful
to be kept hidden
from familiar and friends...
I have always been someone
who honestly felt recharged
by feeling the touch of the sun
upon my skin, as if I were
a human solar-panel connected
to a renewable battery...
I have always been someone
who loved to read -
but I had no idea that I would
fall in love with being a writer
until I wrote that first poem of poetry...
I have always been able to slip in
and slip out of a moment of time
and explore many different
routes to where I need to get to
within a slip-second,
but also be inclined
to adapt to what I find
and be influenced
by whom I find along the way...
I have always been able
to let go of what I know
and see many different
sides to something,
and sometimes someone -
especially when I am in
my "flow state".

A Poem A Day #533: Burst

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“Burst” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Comeback Kid’ which was published in 2023 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

My Poem “Resource Allocation”

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Within every living, breathing,
and continuous system on Earth
there is always an allocation of resources...
every day is filled with so much
and with so many people wanting
a piece of the metaphorical pie of life...
everybody wakes up with an agenda -
even those people who say
that they have no plans
are looking and waiting for something
to direct their choices...
everybody has a morning routine;
everybody has an afternoon delight
that they like to indulge in
every now and again;
everbody has an evening of escapism
when, which, and where they can be themselves
without having to wear a disguise.

Even in an orchestra of many players,
of many instruments,
there are those who simply love
the opportunity to play and to perform -
and there are always those
who hope to sit alongside the conductor
and get to do a solo...
there are people who are team players -
but who also like it when they can
be me made to feel special,
when they can make their mark,
and when they can play the tune
that others afterwards
will continue to follow.

Nothing is unlimited -
even the time and the light of a star
runs its course and then fades slowly,
until the instance when
its speed and its luminosity
becomes a shadow of its
optimal energy and motion...
there is always a turnaround
of everything - a reconstitution:
when something is taken apart
and then put back together again...
everyone, over the course of every day,
starts in one state of mind
and then transitions into another -
and there is no knowing
what will happen to anybody
during the time that they are
in conscious and physical
contact with the world around them -
because, every day, the world delivers
instances of insight and adaptation
throughout its process of
resource allocation.

My Poem “Burst”

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Just like a solar storm on the surface of the sun,
just like the fiery curls
that the sun releases
and sends out into space,
just like the auroras created
when the energy of the sun
touches the atmosphere of our planet -
everyone and everything capable
of complex thoughts, feelings, and emotions
often feels as if they have something
within them that they struggle to contain,
that they struggle to hold back,
that they struggle not to express -
because we are all filled with a spirit
that burns like a flame,
that boils like hot water,
that sometimes explodes
like a jet from a geyser;
because everyone and everything
needs at outlet to get out
what has found its way within:
whether that is artistically, physically,
audibly, or a combination of many things all at once -
because if someone or something
has no means of controlled release
then they might remark
that they will figuratively,
or perhaps literally,
BURST!

My Poem “Writer’s High”

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That spark! That flash!
That light from the dark...
That stream of inspiration
and energy that flows so fast...
That moment of conception...
That shockwave and expansion
of the internal explosion...
That rush to capture that which
you know is significant...
That immediate change
that runs rampant like a fire
and effects everything
like a solar flare from the Sun...
That pulse-racing, breathtaking,
eye-opening idea that comes
to an artist seemingly from out of nowhere,
like a bolt from out of the blue,
can feel like a miracle from heaven
or from a higher dimension -
because the colours that it paints the world with
can seem too incredible to be real...
when an artist who uses words to create their art
feels themselves being pulled along
by an idea's wave and riptide
they can experience an almost
inconceivable soul-fulfilling ascension
that might be described as a writer's high.