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.
time
My Poem “From Time to Time”
In white writing on black leather I saw the warning "Nothing lasts forever" - something I have known all my life, but recently more acutely than ever. I have never been blind to the fact that the universe is constantly sending us all messages and signs... I have never been oblivious to the fact that some things are created and some people are the way that they are for reasons that might not become clear for a considerable amount of time. Sometimes, people do not know why they chose to make the choices that they did at a particular moment... sometimes, people can see what is to come - both the good and the bad - and they decide to proceed anyway, because we all know that life is sometimes both scarier than a horror movie and sometimes ridiculous enough to make us laugh. From the day that we are born, the world changes around us... from the time that we are grown and we see, and we understand, that nothing and no one is meant to be eternal, we know that there will come a day when life will go to great lengths in order to teach us all a lesson about what matters when everything is said and done... we all have to live the life that was always meant for us. From what I have seen, and from what I have learned, I would say to anyone who still has no idea what they are supposed to do when it comes to making a decision - whether seemingly insignificant, or one that is life-changing - never forget that we are allowed to make mistakes, and perhaps repeat the same mistakes over and again. Why? Because whether we want to believe it, or not, each and every one of us is a mystery - sometimes even to ourselves - and sometimes the slow discovery of who we are can make us all feel better about the most random things in life that we have accumulated, remembered, and sometimes we pick out from our individual internal memory tombola that we revist from time to time.
My Poem “A Matter of Time”
I have always revisted the past... I have always lived in the present... I have always looked forward to the future - and there are times when I experience the past, the present, and the future collide: as if something momentous has happened, something revelatory, something that reminds me, yet again, that life is, essentially, multidimensional verses of poetry, and I get to see and understand things that I could not and would not have been able to at any other time - because I was not ready. I remember so much... moments mean more to me than most... I keep touchstones of experiences that enable me to travel through time that can happen as slow and as subtle as a raindrop falling from above, or as fast and as forceful as a gust... I can still recall how people looked, how places were, what was said, what song was playing on the radio - in some cases more than others, over the timeline of my life - and when some moments, in particular, do resurface and come back into focus, it almost feels as if everything that has happened and will happen is all happening all at once. In some ways, sometimes, we all must change... in some ways, sometimes, we all must break the mould that we have been cast in... in some ways, sometimes, we all must act and not necessarily know what the next steps to take will be... in some ways, sometimes, it is better to not think too much about what has yet to happen - and sometimes it is good to have a goal in front of you to focus on. We are all pilots, as well as passengers, travelling through the vortex of time hoping that one day we will eventually land and find ourselves somewhere that will give us what we have been searching for, without even knowing it... we are all capable of extraordinary things and each of us can do something that uniquely defines us - and yet, one thing that life teaches all of us is that the moment that you think you know it all or have seen it all you will discover that you don't, you haven't, you won't, and you can't; and why? Because sometimes we are not meant to know everything - only what we need to know, but not always what we want to know; because everything is a matter of time.
‘VEGA – The Vampire King’ by Mark Hastings – Chapter Fourteen: “Tempus Fugit”
My Poem “The Insight”
My father, my mother, my family, my friends, and I have shared many amazing and wonderful gifts of shared experience together - however, on more than one occasion, above all the gifts of reciprocation, the psychic and empathic bond that I have had with certain people still continues to thrill me and to further convince me that what we think, what we feel, what we say, what we share is sometimes inaudible and only known by those who we have opened up to and those who we have given a part of our soul. Since I was a child, I have put my trust in people... since I was a child, I have put my faith in fate... since I was a child, I have put my heart into a circle of family who became my world... since I was a child, things have changed in some ways - whereas, in some ways, some things have remained the same: one of which being, I have always preferred to be early for something than to turn up to something, somewhere, late. I have always had heightened senses that told me that something was happening or that something was about to happen that though it would be out of my hands whatever it was would have a profound effect on me... I have always had this gift to be able to feel what and who lies beyond the invisible veil that separates the different versions of what is called "reality"... I have always had this instinct about certain things, even before I knew what they meant - and I have had experiences with certain people when we gave something to each other, and I know that what we had, though perhaps short-lived, meant something at the time. I have always loved having the secret knowledge that I could do the seemingly impossible - that I could go back to the beginning, relive moments when I was younger, and revist with the people who mean the most to me, as well as return to the places and to revist the people I knew from days and relationships gone by, where, when, and with whom I am certain I was fated to have known and to have been given the blessing of perspective because of that has only given more power to my one of a kind insight. Happy Poetry Day! 😊
Flashback #1: My Poem “Time Well Spent” (May 16th, 2019)
My Poem “Summer Rain”
Listening to the summer rain fall upon the windowpane, I remember Summer's gone by when I smiled and those when I cried... I remember the sunshine and the love, I remember the moonlight and the loss... I remember every moment of connection, I remember every time I felt as if everything and everyone was forever - and I still haven't learned my lesson... I remember the ups and the downs, I remember the highs and the lows, I remember the deep conversations that I had with people about life, meaning, poetry, music, and sound - and I remember time going by so incomparably and wonderfully slow... I remember, and I never forget - that is my curse, and that is because, at all times, I always try to do my best to make something last for as long as it possibly can. The almost hypnotic sound of countless water-droplets, the intoxicating smell of a downpour, the entrancing falling of the veil of the world itself opens something within me to a series of places and faces that were once my idea of perfection but which are now only echoes of the past that return and then are gone again like the waterfall of time of the summer rain.
A Poem A Day #527: The Time is Now
A Poem A Day #525: Tatters
My Poem “Millennium”
In a thousand years what will be left? In a thousand years what will be left of us? In a thousand years what will be left of our planet? In a thousand years what will be uncovered underneath the dust? In a thousand years what will we be thanked for by future generations? In a thousand years what will we as a species look like? In a thousand years will everyone be a cybernetic organism? In a thousand years will people have to stay inside most of the time to shield from the intensity of the sun's light? In a thousand years will the human race be living on other worlds, and travelling through time, as well as through space? In a thousand years will we have forgotten what we now hold most dear? In a thousand years will we have been contacted by multiple intergalactic inhabitants of the galaxy, not mention the universe? In a thousand years will people worship Artificial Intelligence and think of them as all knowing electronic gods? In a thousand years will we have created a source of universal equilibrium? In a thousand years will we wish then that we now would have learned our lessons about tempting fate? Only our descendants can know for sure what is going to happen in the thousand years of the next millennium.
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