Some stories will always remain
secret and unknown,
while other stories are familiar to many
because they were allowed
the freedom to be told -
however, then there are stories
that can only be told
when, where, and by whom
they are meant to be shared.
I believe that the stories I have told,
and will continue to tell in the future,
are mine to tell and need to be
written by my hand and in my voice…
I believe that the stories I have
of my life and my memories
are some of the most powerful,
and yet still unknown;
but one day even the stories
that I may never have envisioned
would not be known by anyone me,
and a small group of individuals,
will have their moment in the spotlight
and those people whom the stories
are about may be shocked to find out
who they really are has been exposed -
because sometimes the exposure of the truth
is a necessity and not a choice.
In the future, I will tell the world a story -
in fact, I will tell many stories -
about what I have done, where I have been,
and who I known throughout my life -
experiences, places, and people
who to me are infamous and in need
of being recognised and exposed
for who and what they really are…
in the past, there are versions of me
looking forwards and towards a future
that has not yet come to pass,
and past versions of me have no idea
what they will have to go through -
nor can they yet know how
this man in black made it to the other side
of the world of darkness they have had to traverse;
but one day all will be written,
all will be spoken, all will be shared,
and past, present, and future will collide,
and create an intense explosion
in the form of a flashback.
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My Poem “The Voyagers”
Whenever we set out upon our journey
we always know what our destination will be…
whenever we travel to the stars
we always know that when we arrive
where we are supposed to be
we will be met by those who know us
and who understand us
better than anyone ever could…
whenever we return to the nexus
of hope and optimism that always brings us joy
we always feel so connected to one another
on a deep, meaningful, and a profound level
that it is hard to explain
because being with each other makes us feel better,
more rejuvenated, and free to be ourselves…
whenever we speak to those whom we meet
once again, after so long of being apart,
it is as if we can continue the same conversation
that we were previously engaged in
like no time has passed…
whenever we are together
we who dream the same dream
share an experience that inspires us,
invigorates us, and energises us
to such a high state of being
that the thought of having to return
to where we came from is always depressing…
whenever we have to leave the place
which gives us the means and the opportunity
to express ourselves and to live out our dreams,
each of us who are blessed to be there with one another
depart with a heavy heart -
but each of us know that we will all one day return
and see each other again;
because we are all the members of a collective
of incredible individuals who embody and embrace
infinite diversity in infinite combinations;
because we are all the explorers
and the voyagers of the endless frontier.
My Poem ‘Relearn’
People do not meet by chance...
people do not find themselves
somewhere without a reason...
people do not attend a party
unless they want to dance...
people do not always know
why something is important
until they are ready to see
what it is and what it means
in the light of the right season.
We all know what it feels like
when we find ourselves
at the right place and at the right time...
we all know how it feels
to be surrounded by people
who seem to know us
just as much as we seem to know them...
we all know what it means
to be gifted something by someone
who just wanted to be kind...
we all know how things were
when life seemed so much more
simpler -
but as we all get older,
we all discover that it is impossible
to hold on to everything, to everyone,
to every moment and memory,
without sometimes
losing our grasp on what anchors
and defines the reality of our present.
Things repeat because they are supposed to...
people return because they are meant to...
some ideas can be revived
easier than others
because they are secretly a part
of the underlying thinking
and intentions of the conscious universe...
some things, some people,
some actions, some experiences
are remembered better than others,
because over time they have
become vital lessons
that every generation needs
to relearn.
The Pathfinder: Kindred Spirits
The Pathfinder: Eclipse
The Pathfinder: The Embodiment of Poetry
My Poem “Repetition”
Everybody occasionally repeats themselves...
everybody eventually discovers
that they are a part of a cycle...
everybody returns to the same place
over and over again,
but every time everybody
finds themselves back
where they are used to being
they are always different -
even though where they are
may look exactly the same
and as if nothing has changed...
everybody sometimes catches
a glimpse of their own reflection
and they are taken aback
by the almost invisible
scars that they see -
and not just the ones
that might be present upon their face...
everybody remembers everything -
even though they may have
led themselves, and others,
to believe that some things
that may have happened
had been forgotten...
everybody always reveals more
about who they are -
especially the more
that they are observed trying,
and sometimes failing,
to break the bad habits
that they are known for;
however, with time, with experience,
with hindsight, everybody always gains
the wisdom that they need
to sever the chain of past behaviours
and forge new links
that will enable the revelation
of new possibilities and realities
that might not have been
thought possible before...
everybody sometimes feels
as if they are within
the event horizon of a black hole,
and stuck in an infinite revolution -
like an album being played,
and then replayed, on a loop;
but the truth is, no matter what
seemingly never-ending groove
you think you are stuck in,
everybody can always escape any trap
by simply realising where they are
and what they have been doing,
and then choosing to change
and to perhaps leap into the vortex
of what they cannot know -
and only then can everybody feel
the true sensation of release
that comes with the end
of something that someone may
have hoped and prayed for a long time
they could stop repeating.
My Poem “The Poetry Only I Could Write”
No one is born with a pen in their hand... No one is born with experience in their head... No one is born with the knowledge of who they are and what they are supposed to do with their life... No one is born with all that they could ever need; however, everybody is born with the potential to become anything, or anyone, and if we are lucky then we get to be born to, and brought up with, parents and guardians who will give us more than we could ever dream. I was, I am, and I will always consider myself one of the lucky ones - because from the moment of my birth I was given uncontainable and unconditional love by my Mum and my Dad... I was, I am, and I will always be a dreamer who will do whatever I can to make whatever I can imagine a reality... I was, I am, and I will always be the one who will never allow darkness to eclipse to the light that throughout everything I have had to go through has kept me from going mad... I was, I am, and I will always be someone who will never give up on anything or on anyone whom to me beams with an ever-glowing essence of pure joy and poetry. I have always believed and I have always shared my belief that everything happens for a reason... from the moment that the wolf within my soul began howling as a result of the love that I felt, which eventually inspired my first poem and all that have followed, I knew that I was who and what I am for a reason... I have always loved making connections physically, intellectually, emotionally, and allowing myself to fall like a shooting star to Earth and find myself somewhere I have always been fated to be with people whom I have always been destined to meet... from the instant that the spark of inspiration within my mind was ignited, I have always known that only I could have seen what I have seen, only I could have been to where I have been, and only I can think, imagine, express, and write the poetry that only I could write.
My Poem “Café Mambo”
When I close my eyes, I can still see the perfectly unbroken blue sky and I can still feel the peace and tranquillity that I felt within as I sat looking out at the breathtaking view of the calming and hypnotic waves of the paradise sea... I can still recall how lucky I felt to be where I was, with whom I was with, as we enjoyed the energy of the moments of stillness - as we all experienced the sensation of falling into a trance, as we listened to the music of the DJ who seemed to know exactly what songs to play and when to play them and who you could tell from the smile on their face knew that they had the best job, in the best place, and with one of the best views on Earth there could ever be... I can still see the sunlight sparkling off the spinning mirrored balls... I can still feel the tender touch of the ocean breeze... I can still remember what I was thinking and who I wished were with me, where I was, so that they, too, could share what I was feeling with me that felt more dreamlike and heavenly than pictures could ever show - that was what I saw, that was what I felt, that was what I can still see and relive within my mind when I close my eyes and I think about my time on the island of Ibiza, at the world famous Café Mambo.
Mark The Poet 