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My Poem “The Crow”
When I walked out of my house this morning I immediately found myself staring into the dark eyes of a crow - it was as if the crow knew something about me and about what was going to happen to me that I did not know... I stared at the crow, as they stared back at me, and then when I started walking towards them they let me get perhaps two feet before they decided to flap their wings and take flight as quietly, as quickly, and as effortlessly as could be... I didn't think anything else of the crow until just now, as a matter of fact, as I wonder how long it will take before I once again feel whole again, and just like the old me; however, I know that it is too late for some things and that there are some things that will forever remain in the past... we are all a product of the choices that we have made and the road that we walk upon that is built upon our hopes, our dreams, as well as our fears and our actions that we can't take back... when I woke up this morning I knew that I had something waiting for me - something that I knew would leave a scar upon me that only I will wear and that only I would know... when I woke up this morning I was given a message meant only for me that when I think about it now was as clear as clear could be - and the messenger of this message was who was waiting for me outside my house this morning: none other than the black bird that is smarter than you could know, and symbolically considered to be the herald of change, transition, transformation and new beginnings that is The Crow.
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My Poem “Solaris”
A blue sky above your head... the sun shining brightly... a day at the beach with friends... walking through a park while enjoying the sights and the sounds all around that resonate with natural beauty... a smile, a laugh, a series of newly made memories... a song, a vibe, something that leaves an impression of itself with you... a roller-coaster at a funfair that sees you going up, down, and sideways... a ceremony of matrimony that reminds everybody who witnesses it that a certain combination of souls are meant to be bound together like glue... a family get-together... an event you don't want to miss... a trip to somewhere that you swear you will remember forever... there are some things that feel perfect and feel made to be because of the touch, the light and the energy that is captured from the Sun and made a part of us that we would never want to miss.
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My Poem “Games”
It always amazes me what draws people together... it always astounds me what people will do to feel something... it always surprises me what can be seen and what can be heard when people become observers as well as participants of a communal experience of excitement and wonder... it always fascinates me what people are willing to do when they are given the freedom and the gift to be anything and to say anything they want. For centuries, crowds and audiences members have stood, sat, cheered, and clapped while watching fighters in a fight, competitors in a competition, players in a game face off against one another... for all of time, there has been a race between multiple sides in which the object is to dominate and be the victor... whenever there is a contest to out-do, to out-play, and to overshadow someone else there is always a start and a finish, there are always winners and there are always losers, and sometimes when people bring their "A game" they can even surprise themselves with just how good they can be when they put their all into that which they love... whenever a particular moment arrives for someone to shine like they have been preparing to do for hours, for days, for months, perhaps even for years, players, athletes, thrill-seekers all always find the strength, the speed, the spirit, the will, the heart to go as far as they can possibly go like a rocket ship to the heavens above. It can feel life-changing to be somewhere with a multitude of people at a once in a lifetime opportunity to witness something phenomenal, fulfilling, and magical... it can be engrossing to feel as if you are a part of something bigger than you believe you are, but at the same time something you feel inextricably a part of - as if you are staring at a piece of art in a gallery and you feel like you can step inside the frame... it can be entertaining, electrifying, enlightening, enlivening, enriching to be pulled into something that while you are doing it looks and most likely feels wonderful and enjoyable... it can be hard to resist picking a team, picking a side, picking a sport, picking something to engage your attention in - like one of the many encompassing games of the world.
Mark Hastings 