writing
My Poem “Flow State”
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".
The Pathfinder: From Time to Time
The Pathfinder: The Embodiment of Poetry
My Poem “Someone to Talk To”
When we are young
we are told that we can do anything,
we are told that we can go anywhere,
and we are told that we can be
who and what we want to be
as long as we work hard
and don't give up, no matter what;
but, as we grow older,
as we experience
more of what life is all about,
we all discover that there are times
when we need others to help us -
because sometimes we can't
make it through life alone.
Everybody in their life
lives through times of joy,
love, beauty, optimism,
when there are times to be
happy and hopeful -
but, unfortunately, instances
and experiences can be like
water through someone's fingers,
and ultimately, over time,
everything and everyone
becomes a memory
that you must hold on to
a fragment of to allow
them to be preserved
in a meaningful and timeless way.
Everything changes...
everyone changes...
people lose their lives...
people lose their jobs...
people lose someone who
meant the world to them...
people find themselves in a crisis
from which they cannot see a way out of...
people lose hope -
and when that happens,
no matter who a person is, was,
what they were, and what they had,
everybody longs for and reaches to
those who have been there for them
in the past when they needed them;
however, as things change,
as people change,
so, too, do the relationships
between people -
but, sometimes, all that everyone needs
is the opportunity to speak,
to be heard, and, most importantly
to be listened to and understood -
and, in this life, the older you get
the more that you realise that
you don't need much more
than someone who you can trust
and the one person in the world
you would choose when you need
someone to talk to.
My Poem “The Pathfinder”
When we all start down
upon a new path
no one can know exactly
where it will lead
nor who they will meet
along the way...
when we all begin again
in our attempt to find where
we are meant to be and with whom
no one can know how much
of who they are will remain
nor what about them
will ultimately change.
I have been walking down
a path of poetry for as long
as I can remember...
I have been running
through a forest of imagination
since I was a child...
I have been listening
to the sounds of nature
for as long as I have
been able to hear...
I have been seeing
the infinite possibilities
of life and the universe
since my mind was opened wide
after asking questions
and being given answers
that brought to life my love
of the mysterious of the unknown
that, to this day, still continue
to energize my thoughts
like the waves of light and colour
that can be seen while witnessing
the Northern Lights.
Once I have been somewhere,
I never forget where I have been
nor what I have seen...
once I have been somewhere,
I never forget how to return there -
because I have always had this innate gift
to be able to create a map
of places within my mind...
once I have been somewhere -
even a place that I may not
visit again for days, weeks, months,
even years afterwards -
I have always been able to
accurately navigate myself
back to where I was
with more clarity of memory
than if I were to attempt
to recall a dream...
once I have been somewhere,
I always create a connection to somewhere
that I can use, whenever I need,
to guide me back, as if I could
literally, and effortlessly, step back in time.
I have always been a dreamer...
I have always been hopeful
that the future will be something
that is always worth living for...
I have always loved my family,
and I have always loved
being inspired by people,
and by extraordinary experiences
that I have shared with significant others...
I have always looked forwards,
and I have always looked backwards -
because the future and the past
are always communicating with
one another,
and it has always been at the intersection
between these two extremes
where I have always found
the words to describe
what I feel with every fibre of my being
at a given moment
of pure poetic power...
I have always wanted to give back
more than I have received -
and throughout my life's journey
I have given a part of myself
to those whom I have met,
whom I have known,
whom I have inspired,
who have inspired me in return,
whether they know it or not -
because, all my life, I have been,
and I always shall be,
someone who is meant to
shine a light for those to follow,
like a lighthouse keeper,
a messenger, a traveller,
a navigator, a pathfinder.
My New Book: ‘The Pathfinder’
Mark is very happy to announce that his new poetry collection, The Pathfinder, is now available to order in paperback from Amazon. The Pathfinder is a book about beginnings, endings, new beginnings – in essence: life… the poetry of life. The Pathfinder is Mark’s poetic and personal journey of discovery over the last year – but within there are verses and poems from his past that he had forgotten about, which still speak to the poetic truth within him, and within all of us throughout our lives.Get your copy of the paperback version of The Pathfinder from Amazon now: https://amzn.eu/d/aXnSwxa
My New Book ‘The Pathfinder’ – Out Now!
Everybody sometimes finds themselves at a crossroads of space and time. Everything and everyone is connected. When life can sometimes feel impossible to understand and hard to navigate, everybody needs to seek out a Pathfinder of poetry
who can help to show them the way.
Hi, everyone!
I am very happy to announce that my new poetry collection, The Pathfinder, is now available to order in paperback from Amazon.
The Pathfinder is a book about beginnings, endings, new beginnings – in essence: life… the poetry of life.
The Pathfinder is my poetic and personal journey of discovery over the last year – but within there are verses and poems from my past that I had forgotten about, which still speak to the poetic truth within me, and within all of us throughout our lives.
Get your copy of the paperback version of The Pathfinder from Amazon now, and look out for the ebook and audiobook versions coming soon.
Enjoy! 😊
-Mark
My Poem “Walking On Air”
When you fall in love with someone,
you become weak,
you become vulnerable,
you become different...
when you fall in love with someone,
you lose your identity -
because another is rising
to take its place...
when you fall in love with someone,
sometimes you get the feeling
that you once shared something
a long time ago -
perhaps in a previous life,
as seen through a filtered lens...
when you fall in love with someone,
everything around you feels blurred
in comparison to who now occupies
what you see and who you think about
all hours of the day...
when you fall in love with someone,
you instantly believe
that nothing and no one
could ever compare to them...
when you fall in love with someone,
you can't wait to spend every moment
in their presence and be hypnotised
by their entrancing glare...
when you fall in love with someone,
it almost feels as if this time
is the first time all over again...
when you fall in love with someone,
gravity itself does not feel as strong,
nor as important as it should -
because the force, the energy,
the power of love that songs
and poetry have been full of
since the first poets found a way
to capture the transformative
journey into the unknown
that our soul takes
when we all experience
the recurring sensation
of getting closer to the stars of the sky
than to the ground below our feet,
because we feel as if we are levitating
and walking on air.
My Poem “From One to Another”
It is always great to be able
to share what you know
about something that
you have learned a lot about
with friends, with family,
and with people who share
the same interests as you -
but whenever you meet someone who,
from the moment that you meet them,
seems to be talking the same language
that, for so long, you were led to believe
that only you could communicate in
and understand,
then there is always
a wave of energy
that touches you...
no matter how well and how long
someone may have known you,
it is only those who have
walked the same path as you,
it is only those who have had
similar experiences as you,
it is only those who have been born
with a similar gift as you -
whatever that may be -
who can truly understand you,
and why and how you do what you do.
When you are with someone
who, like you, can see order
where others only see chaos...
when you are with someone
who, like you, enjoys looking within
while others only look outwards...
when you are with someone
who, like you, has a reason for
why they invest so much of their time
connected to something that matters to them,
every interaction can feel so effortless -
while, when you are with others
who do not share the same
passion about something,
it can be hard to put into words
to someone who does not
speak the same way as you do,
who does feel the same way
about things as you do,
who does not wish for
the same things as you do,
why, when we find ourselves
somewhere in particular,
everything feels so natural.
There is a reason why like-minded
people attend conferences
and conventions that revolve around
a common endeavour or pastime...
there is a reason why some stereotypes are true
and why certain characteristics
about certain types of people do recur...
there is a reason why certain people -
from magicians to comedians,
from actors to writers,
from garderners to aficionados
who enjoy doing many different
individual and collaborative activities -
gather together and meet
without the feeling of guilt
that can stir within you sometimes
when you reveal to someone
something that you take pleasure in doing,
as if you have committed a crime...
there is a reason why
we all secretly seek out others
who we know will immediately understand
something fundamental about us
from the instant that our paths cross -
because nothing feels more refreshing
than conversing with someone when,
whatever you say to each other,
every word uttered
feels like the steps of a sprint
that rapidly transitions
from one to another.
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