People sometimes say that you can't fake chemistry... People sometimes say that opposites attract... People sometimes say that they don't like poetry... People sometimes say that there is no one more perfect person to talk to than someone who "gets you" - someone who understands you, someone who does not judge, someone who believes in you, someone who is intrigued by you, someone who sees themselves you, someone who is on the same path as you - because, like you, they are in every way a kindred soul and a fellow empath. People are sometimes drawn together... people cannot live in a vacuum... people sometimes work better when they are working through things and exchanging things with each other... people who have spent too much time seeing others only on zoom have to take some time to take a step back, to take a step out of a frame, and to meet people outside of the four walls, the ceiling, and the floor of a room. People are capable of perceiving multiple layers of life at once - but when it comes to understanding all sides and all depths of something it can take some time to gain enough experience and wisdom for them give back a learned, measured, and an intelligible response... people are willing to give a little to get alot - but some people do not want to wait for what they expect is coming to them. People live in worlds of their own making that overlap with the internal and the external worlds of others... some people are happy to talk, some people are happy to listen - but most people are unwilling to talk from the heart, to listen with more than their ears, to think about anything or anybody other themselves, because they are just waiting for their time to shine; however, there are those people whom we have all met, who we may have known for years or perhaps we only knew for a short time, who know the true meaning of give and take - because they can always cut through the static of chaos and find the light hiding behind the darkness of lies that some people like to tell - like some kind of truth seeker with the profound gift of true empathy.
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My Poem “Sombre”
Life definitely feels different now... the strings of life are definitely playing more sombrely and vibrating on a more downbeat frequency... life definitely feels like there has been a conglomeration of uncertain clouds... there is no music to be heard - however people are talking about what is on everybody's mind, because there is a mutual feeling of loss at the passing of the people's queen. The people of the United Kingdom and the world all appear to be in a state of shock and remorse... we all knew what happened would happen one day, but we were not ready for it - but how could anybody prepare themselves for a loss that feels so great, it is as if the direction of the country and it's people are aboard a boat thay is now sailing off course. People are walking around somewhat in a daze... people are not saying much, but it is obvious how they are feeling from the expressions on their face... people are keeping calm and carrying on - just as they have always been told they have to after losing someone who meant something to them since they were young; but right now I think everybody feels as if they have lost someone who felt more like a family member than a sovereign... people come, people go - but when you grow up with someone, and you one day lose that person, you naturally feel sad, and the atmosphere that surrounds you and everyone connected to you who knew them also is always sombre.
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My Poem “In The Zone”
Usually when I am getting from A to B from the West Side to the East Side of one of my favourite cities, when I am alone, I am always in "The Zone"... usually I am quick on my feet - but all the while I am always looking around at what I see and what jumps out at me as I travel down the many interconnected paths and streets... usually I am thinking, listening, feeling, and taking in everything that every thing and every one is constantly transmitting and broadcasting like a megaphone... usually when I am making the most of my free time - when I am not watching a film at the cinema, when I am not shopping in an entertainment store or a bookstore, when I am not writing in my favourite cafe - I am just walking around somewhere I know like the back of my hand and somewhere I could navigate with my eyes closed, so much so I probably do just that in my dreams... usually I do not anticipate seeing someone I know; however, occasionally, because of mere chance, coincidence, or perhaps by design, I will be stopped in my tracks by the sound of my name being uttered by someone who knows me and I momentarily find myself at a loss for words until my racing thoughts catch up with the reality that I see... usually I do not have a definitive direction or a previously planned path that I wish to travel down - because like a bird that can sense the magnetic field of the Earth I use my instincts to draw me to where the universe is calling me to be... usually when I am doing anything - whether I am walking around a city, or sitting down writing with my pen or tapping away at the letters of a keyboard - I am on the hunt for inspiration in all it's multiple forms, and I am never left empty-handed or empty minded whenever I return to the sanctuary of my home... usually when I am on the move and making my time in the big wide world last I am unapologetically and occasionally oblivious to most things other than my thoughts, because most of the time I am in the zone.
