A Lie

It’s the subtle fragrance of a lie, 

that permeates the room.

It’s something you’re not saying, 

I think you stopped to soon.

 So I ask you clearly is that it,

you’re nodding like a dog.

I feel a little bit uncomfortable, 

that you had to swear to god.

The subtle fragrance of the lie, 

now lingers here between us.

I have to take you at your word, 

as I don’t like to make a fuss.

But there’s something in the air, 

and I just have to work it out.

As what stands between us now, 

is a fog that’s thick with doubt.

~

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Can You?

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Can you harmonise with natures song, 

do you find you are in tune.

With those colours that surround you,

are you coming into bloom.

Are you well placed in the painting,

between wonderous earth and sky. 

Do you sit beside a running brook, 

or join those birds that fly.

Are your actions matched in harmony,

with words that leave your lips.

Are you satisfied in natures arms,

without that social fix.

Can you recognise the fragrance ,

do you have a natural scent.

Do you save the picture in your mind,

after your time is spent.

Can you manage being on your own, 

can you say yes to the above.

Because if you harmonise like this, 

you harmonize with love.

~

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Fragrance and Harmonise

Too late for yesterdays prompt, so added todays as I finished the poem 🙂

Life After Death – A Poem

There is no life after death

if the idea of life is to live.

Yes, we exist in another space

but a kiss we cannot give.

Without a form of any sort,

we will float like a new idea.

Contemplating past mistakes,

of all those wasted years.

The body burnt or buried deep,

and no longer necessary.

We’ll go back to original source,

to go right back to many.

Separation far behind us,

realising we are all one.

We’ll exist in everything,

within the brightest of suns.

With the ego now far behind,

as it won yet another day.

Led us down the falsest path,

we followed what it had to say.

So there is no life as we know it,

all emotions will cease to exist.

So make the most of those senses,

in living a life full of true bliss.

~

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It…

It lies dormant,

sleeping, resting, being without being.

It waits, waits until it’s called to rise,

called to make right.

 

It’s under the sea,

so deep our imaginations cannot take us there,

but it’s there amid the darkest depths,

the being.

 

And when it rises

it will not be missed,

there is not a soul who will not feel the tremor,

sense with every sense,

 

It that will come,

that will restore through the destruction of the false,

it that shows the infinite

and unfathomable.

 

Truth beyond truth,

crashing on through the established,

castles of lies, towers of deceit

mountains of material,

gone.

 

Clarity

through breaking down of all that is false,

clarity for those that can see

and then back to the sea.

dormant.

~

An experiment 😉

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Dormant

 

 

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My thoughts lay dormant,

I drift away,

I roll away on a breath.

My heart slowing down,

I close my eyes,

my essence is much less.

A deepening into being,

I come to be,

on every single breath.

Dormant on the outside,

the ‘I’ to bed,

time for my soul to rest.  

~

 

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The Gate

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There is a gate just up ahead,

a gate we might pass through.

A gate that leads to awakening,

understanding of what we do.

The gate is by no means simple,

it’s quite intricate in every way.

It’s not a case of just opening it,

only opening on the right day.

The day we see the golden key,

knowing how it fits in the lock.

We don’t just stumble upon a key,

but find it by taking stock. 

The gate then opens itself out wide,

but will we walk on through.

As once we make a decision to go,

we must live a life that is true.

~

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How I Savour You

 

A smell that once adorned you,

sweetness to your skin,

I dream and see your silhouette,

a tapered waist so thin.

The sparkles in your eyes,

in pools of the deepest blue.

These memories I keep nearby,

it is how I savour you.

The moments we had together,

the laughter and the pain.

I keep them with my treasures,

as they won’t come again.

With all my senses I remember,

in my dreams you visit too.

Flashes of you so close to me,

it is how I savour you.

~

Savor / Savour

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