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A Lyrical Delusion

Poetry- To Allow A Free Mind

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Mystic

The storm

Have you ever heard a voice of wonder,

That has the silence of lightening but the presence of thunder,

One that electrifies the skin,

Calling to that voice you ignore within.

It pulls you out of that dark place,

Hitting the pain with lightning so it will erase.

You see while many hide away from the storm,

It makes me feel alive and warm,

My hairs stand up as it welcomes me,

The current, the charge, I suddenly feel free,

I can dance in the rain and get soaking wet,

And get swept away with no safety net.

A wondrous woman

Year after year, tear after tear,
The visions, the truth, the lifelong seer,
Many worlds I have seen,
Long before I was ever a teen.

Gifted, clever, and full of wisdom,
A female of wonder from a long lost kingdom,
An ancient before time even began,
Living each day the best she can.

Fighting to get away from the lies,
So one day she can soar through the skies,
With wings on her back in a world more free,
Yet why does it feel she needs more clarity.

A mystic, a witch, a wild woman for sure,
Sexual, sensual that no force can cure.
It’s not a disease but beauty and flow,
A feeling, a sense, something you just know.

No man could ever restrain such a beauty,
Because that would only ever be cruelty.
They could never take her fire,
As this isn’t something that could never expire.

Water, earth, fire, and air, talk to her in a silent way,
They keep her stable each and every day.

A rarity, unique and one of kind,
A strong individual that no one could subdue or bind.
One day she will spread and wings and fly,
Feeling the wind on her face as she flies by.

A woman in white

Extraordinary is what i see,
A beauty that’s wild and free,
Strong and fierce,
And full of vision,
With lethal grace and precision.

A predator clad in white,
Ready to jump and take flight.
Of Fire, water, earth, and air,
Ethereal , free and fair.

Kind, compassionate, loving, and peaceful,
With a light that shines bright, that doesn’t dull.

The smell of grass, the wind on her face,
The flow of the body in a delicate like grace.

The Colours of Me

If you Stripped away your layers and saw your soul,
Would it be colourful or black as coal?

I have many colours you see,
From the dark of the night, to the green of a tree.

A rainbow of colours in the most beautiful view,
From green- the colour of nature and of love of all I’ve been through.

To the yellowy gold of the fires that burn inside,
Of strength, of freedom that I don’t hide.

To the blue of my voice that hums and sings,
That allows me to communicate to give me wings.

To the orange of my sexuality and sensual pleasure,
That rises in me like a long lost treasure.

To the red that grounds me, like a rooted tree,
That no wind can knock over with true stability.

To indigo- a hidden eye,
That helps guide me but will never lie.

To violet or white, the crown on my head,
That knows all, from what is seen to what is said.

All colours in balance, and a beautiful flow,
Of chakras balanced that allow you to know.
To shine so bright and glow and gleam,
Because life isn’t always as it may seem.

Colours

Colour is everywhere and I can’t help but stare,
It reminds me of nature, the nature of me,
And the things that connect us, that we can’t always see.

Like the blue of the ocean that can be seen in my eyes, or way up high, in the cloudless skies.

Or the white-gold in my hair, that is like the sun, that dances around when it comes undone.

The beige freckles on my body, that I pretend are stars,
So if I lose my way, they will shine away the scars.

The green on the leaves and the bark of the tree,
Are my friends that help me be free.

I’m a hippie of sorts, and my colours are strong,
As I like to dance along to nature’s song.

When I shut my eyes, there’s colour and light,
It flows and weaves in the most beautiful sight.

Colour has taste and sometimes a sound,
It can dazzle or sing or leave you spellbound.

Every colour is beautiful and appears in my soul,
For an absence of colour wouldn’t let me feel whole.
From blue to green, to yellow, to red,
They’re with me from the moment I wake till I go to bed.
But even my dreams aren’t black and white,
There’s colour with me even through the night.

Witch

High in a tower on warm summers day,
Sat a beautiful witch watching the dancing Fae,
She listened to music they played all night long,
An enchanting melody of music and song,
She hummed and she tapped enjoying the trance,
With a sway and swish, she began to dance.

She made her way to the grassy meadow below,
With wide oak trees and that would grow and grow,
In the trees sat many birds,
Cawing and tweeting to the dancing herds.

The witch carried on walking, enjoying the suns grace,
It kissed her skin, holding her in a warm embrace.
The smell of pine and grass all around,
With the sounds of music and nature in an enriching sound.

She kept on walking away from the crowd,
To a bank on the meadow that wasn’t so loud,
She learnt back with her head to the sun,
Listening to all the faerys all having fun.

She enjoyed these days of being outside,
Among the green of the grass or the rush of the tide.
She enjoyed each cycle and even all weather,
The storms, the sun, the snow was her most precious treasure.

She saw the way the sun danced off the sea,
Creating the most beautiful sight you could ever see.
Or the way the flowers began to grow in early spring,
Each had its own dance and song it would sing.

But amongst it all, came one overall song and beat,
That tied the all in together to make it complete,
From spring to summer to autumn and winter,
All year around that beat did not splinter.

She could feel it in her, she was a part of that song,
As all living things were, it kept them strong.
A connection to all, a dance, a beat a hum,
One song that could never be undone.

The animals, the magical the mystery and more,
A knowing, a home- It’s all there to explore.
For once you sink to that inner knowing and reunite,
You gain more than just extra sight.

Dance

Dance, dance feel the flow,
Hear the music and let go,
Dance to the rhythm, dance to the beat,
Feel the stretch and move your feet.

In that moment you feel the bliss,
And all concerns you just dismiss.
All alone but not lonely,
The music the beat, the colour you see.

It’s a moment, just one that’s completely you,
A moment you forget all the bad you’ve been through.
You dance through the pain because you no longer care,
About other opinions with no one to stare.

Elements

Tear after year, year after year,
The visions, the truth the lifelong seer,
Many worlds I have seen,
Long before I was ever a teen.

Gifted, clever and full of wisdom,
A woman of wonder from a long lost kingdom,
An ancient before time even began,
Living each day the best she can.

Fighting to get away from the lies,
So one day she can soar through the skies,
With wings on her back in a world more free,
Yet why does it feel she needs more clarity.

A mystic, a witch, a wild woman for sure,
Sexual, sensual that no force can cure.
It’s not a disease but a beauty and flow,
A feeling , a sense, something you just know.

No man could ever restrain such a beauty,
Because that would only ever be cruelty.
They could never take her fire,
As this isn’t something that could never expire.

Water, earth, fire and air, talk to her in a silent way,
They keep her stable each and every day.

A rarity, unique and one of kind,
A strong individual that no one could subdue or bind.
One day she will spread and wings and fly,
Feeling the wind on her face as she fly’s by.

Fly

Once upon a time I learned to fly,
I’d jump of a cliff and into the sky,
Never worrying about falling or being harmed,
Because the wind on the wings was something that calmed.

From fire to water, to air to earth,
There’s little that didn’t offer a rebirth,
The feeling of a breath, or the grass beneath your feet,
The coolness of water, or the sound of the beat.

The music of nature that not all will choose to hear,
That moment of peace with absolute no fear.
The colours, the sun, the moon and the sky,
There’s little you dont experience when you can fly.

Fire

Heat, smoke and flame rise around me,
They twist, they taunt, they won’t let me be,

Fire bypasses rational thought,
And conscious leaves as the fires fought,
Flames doesn’t converse with the brain,
It burns the skin and leaves a stain.

When you’re burning bright and struggling with the heat,
Your rational side gives up and takes a seat,
What replaces it is a scary new thing,
It has no feeling and disaster it will bring.

The inner me is breaking free quicker,
And leaving me feeling weaker and sicker.
I feel the fever when it’s getting stronger,
The heat burns and it’s lasting longer.

I know I should be worried or feel concern,
But I don’t, and even witches burn.

Poetry Story

A long time ago in a land far away,

Where dragons flew as knights would slay,

The sky was on fire with mite and rage,

With a dragons exhale, at its final age.

Continue reading “Poetry Story”

Phoenix

A bird of flame, a bird of fire,
One true model of which I aspire,
To live forever fearless and free,
A rebirth that holds the renewal key.

Continue reading “Phoenix”

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