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Time

Poetry: Time

by Liam

In time it’s the clock

Or the pencil’s written song

Or a moments recognition about where we belong

At times it’s the lock on the prisoners door

Or Jacob who left and returned home to more

From time we charge, towards time we run

The rising,the setting of the moon and sun

Yet in it we are, a beginning and an end

So where do we start?

When it’s time to begin

Is it here?

Is it there?

Is it up?

Is it down?

Or simply the quietude when sitting down.

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Poetry Poem: Pain

Poetry Poem: Pain

Don’t get lost in your pain,

Or ever run from pain

Pain is a response

To what’s happening

Find it’s origins it’s perpetrator and embrace.

Inclusion unification will bring us into the eye of the storm

Look with that eye

See with that look

Understand with that sight

New thoughts inspire new feelings

New feelings active new deeds

When dealing with pain in a new way

We pull the sting

We remove the poison

We enable the health

We initially were seeking

We do have now grown

Thankful

We embrace what was pain

Is now, me deeper stronger wiser that before.

Pain is my gain

Grab it.

“Know that one day your pain will become your liberation.”

Liam October 19

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Poetry Poem: Seed

Poetry Poem: Seed

To seed big means

I am creating my vision

This personal panorama of my future me

Emerges not from my prefrontal cortex

It’s from that deep mind frequency of Alpha

That dreamy place, where fantasy, creativity and vision

Rise like fluffy clouds on a clear day

Each a representative of me in the motion of becoming

Fulfilling the destiny of my creation

All I’ve ever learnt, done experienced or suffered

Flows through, then weaves together

Enabling synchronicity to establish contact

That flash, this epiphany has been my right

My fulfillment, my goal, my reason to be.

Clouds in a sky of blue

Visions in the eye of who

Thoughts in view of where my contributions

Ought best to be planted

Granted I’m a slow grower

The planted seed has found fruit

Plucked shared and digested

This sweet nutrition will see me to the day

The day of my departure.

Liam September 2019

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Poetry Poem: Then

It’s pain

Deep traumatic pain

This dissected my life

Between before and after

A cut, which bled then superficially healed

Before was before,

After was after, but life changed then

Pain I attracted always felt familiar

Of course it always began with attractive attraction sensations

Energetic attraction of plus and minus

I drew you in, this deep power is relentless, strong

Like a moth, you came to the pain.

The flame disguise was my game

Funny, it was never about your beautiful blue eyes

It was about me, broken and lusting after my tragedy

We coupled in that cracked way people do without love

Our romantic superfluous anecdotes evaporated

Unproductive

This disambiguation, “ tolled the bell!.”

I cracked, then

Deep deep pain which flooded, light illuminating

The game which captured me

Flashed

I saw, recognized and understood

Repetitive similarities, I sucked in that suffering again and again

No a flame now burning across my mind.

pain pain pain

Not more, enough !

My loving affirmative arm embraced me, that kid

Just holding, just accepting,

just caring again

My self created mirror broke in this moment

This epiphany of self recognition and hope

Tears, my tears, my sobbing heart wrenching joy

Healing came because I returned

Simple, true, we can do it!

We can do this to improve

Grow, move inextricably to

Completion

That pain is the cry,

That pain is the sigh,

That pain is a way

In which Love

Love for the being

Love for the me

I’d left behind

As a kid

As I did

Then

Returns

Liam 2019

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Poetry Poem: The Door

Poetry Poem: The Door

Lovers don’t find love

Lovers discover joy

Lovers enable this happiness

To release inside their body

You are your own beautiful love

Hidden behind the eyes you see with

Deeply heaving the blood flow

Dancing freely in wide spaces in your mind

We are, what it is that we seek

We are, what it is that we do

We are, what it is that we already know

Be silent, for behind that door is this.

Liam September 2019

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Poetry Poem: Words

Poetry Poem: Words

Raise the choice of your words, not your voices

Words are times thoughts

Words are times feelings

Seeking to rest in what we say.

What you hear is not me though

You hear yourself

Through me

In this way

These thoughts

These feelings

Awaken again anew in you.

Liam September 2019

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Poetry Poem: The Wild Places

Poetry Poem: The Wild Places:

Lets go to the wild places

Those quiet corners deep inside

Hidden from the sight of many

Visible to those few who

Challenging the order of the day

Try the unusual

Step forward in their dreams to find these restless realities

Let’s go to the wild places

It’s not the wilderness we seek, but unexplored realms of depth

Here in transitory space

Manifestation will consolidate from our thoughts

How to be a better being

Creative in doing the helping deeds, the necessary task

Let’s go to the wild places

To my untapped resources

Enable the rich emotional emergence of me

Craft joy, craft health, craft insights to the responsibilities we own

It’s in the discovery that I am an adventure unto myself

That wild transforms to wisdom

That potential becomes a passion

That mystery calls to reason

Be wild, be free, be me

Liam September 2019

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Poetry Poem: Friends

Poetry Poem: Friends

If words could express the things that I miss,

friends friends friends

You fill that space in my life’s universe,

When we meet, the circles complete

Then, when young in body

Now, still young at heart We share the friendship

Till forever we part

So let’s live in this moment

Of memories shared, of laughter, of tears, of burdens bared

Raise a glass,

Raise a cheer,

Raise the life we have done

For before us are many,

the days still to come.

Liam 01.09.2019 🌹🎶