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[Ariaecheflame]

SILENCE -


No one wins -
Not even the wolves in shepherds clothing
Who prey upon the innocent...
The same people
Who they claimed to keep
Safe in God's name...

For all these years, silenced...
Expressions of God weakened
In the name of the savior.

No one wins,
Not the predator
Nor the prey -
Everyone hurts
Whether it's immediate or delayed.

All those years of silence...
So much potential, lost,
Nothing gained but a temporary sense of power.

Nothing sticks if culture fosters
Displacement of blame.... not truth
Not hate, nor pain...
Nothing but sacrifice of spirit to
Death - sanctimoniously sanctioned...
No one wins.

Silence kills us

Some take it all to the grave -
The fault is not theirs to own.
The fault is inverted and dis - owned -
To become someone else's problem...
The victim becomes the unknown
Face of the Holy...
The victim of a complacent army.


All those years of silence -
No one dares to speak for
Fear of the savior of flesh...
Truth is reprimanded
In confession...
Truth is death.

The sound of silence is deafening

Our system may fail some
And emancipate others from walking
Their walk of shame...
Shame which connects them
To their part in the pain.

All of the mis - steps corrode away
At our faith in
Each other.
We continue perpetuating
Predator and prey...
The wolves preach love
But inflict pain

Silence is death

When we silence ourselves and each other
We all suffer.

Forgiveness is a given
At birth...
For the shame
Is a stain in the holy garments of humanity.

All truths see the light of day -
All pains rise to the surface
All the anger, once mandated to be repressed
All the bitterness...

Binds us to each other -
Reminding us that a pain dealt
Is a pain shared.

Tears may be wept against
Those who live and rot in torment...
We all suffer...
Some just build better masks
Some hide suffering as though
Their sole purpose is
Devoted to that very task.

The predator delays his pain while
Dragging out the suffering of the prey

Silence is killing us.

[Ariaecheflame]

Fish with wings

Weep into
A puddle of freedom -
Tears are for suckers
And clowns...

Even clowns mimic real tears...
Tears are for wimps!

Tears are not for me -
Tears are for hopeless romantics or
Actors in Shakespearean tragedies.

Music breaches the edge of emotion
It flirts with my senses...
Daring me to dip my toes in
And take a swim...

Where do I begin?
How does one fling off
Their clothes and...
Jump into the deep?

The water and the music
Is velvety and holds me in
Some kind of fluid structure...

The opposite of this ridged cage, I know -
I am only used to the shallows, HA!

I flow, I sink, I breath underwater but
Ultimately I will drown like a fish
Which has not yet realised it is a fish!

I am a bird of the sea!
I am an airy elemental
Air is my natural home...
I don't remember growing gills and fins...

Oh, but I remember...
I do love to swim!

[Ariaecheflame]

-Reflections-

Given my ghost
Up to the dust...

I remember this one
From a high school play...
I was a grand actor
With so much sway
Over my audience.

I was a clown...
I was a drama queen -
I was a chameleon
My gift was to make
Ghosts come to life
And feel seen through me.

A mirror to others -
So they didn't have to face themselves.

I needed no feedback
No feedback - No reflection.
No reflection, to detection.

I adapted to any role
Emotions flowed easily
On the stage...
I never knew that the whole world was staged...
Everything seemed so normal.

In the dust I was nothing -
I had no self
In the dust... I was
Dirt.
Dirt to dirt...
Dust to dust -
Oneness with dust...
Dust is so trustworthy -
Oneness - so easy.


Weird... gifted,
Chameleon...
Do my colours fit well with yours?
Am I blending well with your wardrobe plans?

Blend in well but stand out... some garments never fit
Some ideas never sit well - in my - brain - bit
Well placed to entertain but reflected no depth -
"Something, something strange kind of smart...
Outer worldy kind of wit and intellect".

The audience paid their money
Watched the show and then
Walked away... None the wiser... no one knew
Not even the actor.

Mirrors are painful to look into
I know that much...
Dust is much easier to collect
Than hindsight and reflections.

[Ariaecheflame]

In my real world

I am a fish with wings

I swim and I fly

In a dream which seems

More real than reality.

In my real world

I am one with the all

But the real world does not see it like that.

In my real world

I don't need a passport for such grand things...

Like music on the back of

Eagles wings...

Or fish in the sky....

Or whales which sing

Me to sleep...

Watery lullabys...

Or songs which herald from the sky.

In my real world...

I am adaptable

To many great things...

Curious am I...

An observer of the


Unreachable...


But

In our reality...

I must be real........


To hell with that...

We all take ourselves too seriously.

My song is the one which I sing.

[Ariaecheflame]

-Beautiful blue-



Thank you
Beautiful, bluesy soul -
Your cruisy soul beats
Whisp me off my feet.

I am shaken...

I dance all those bound up
Wounds out from the ground up...
A goddess who can
So longer be stuck in the shallows
Of her divine love...

My body weakened from...
Being too sleepless for
Too long... Restless... My voice tested and
Told off...
My expression reprimanded
Frequency of freedom unknown
Goddesses disbanded and went
Underground...
Now she is resurrected,
I feel her all around.

Throw off my blood stained robes...
Put on those rose coloured clothes...
You wanted me quiet and dressed in white...
I want me inspired and dressed how I like.


My soul has lingered for
Such a bluesy, soulful song...

Sung from the heart of
The goddess...
Who flows as though
Moving with spirit
Is not a crime.
Her song
Sounds so sublime...
Moving is no longer a crime...

Hearing her sing me to sleep...
I need no longer
To retreat.

[Ariaecheflame]

-Seamlessly me-


What colour is your soul
If I remember, you and I were once
Shades of indigo, green and
GOLD.

Colours of the circus when it is in town!
Remember when the elephants roamed around?

It was years ago when we ran
Our feet across the sand

Along the sandy shores and up
The rock... To catch a view of

The portal into the sky.

You played the songs
Which I wrote...

That is how we know
The universe speaks...
Oh, remember she speaks
Through music?

The word is a sound...
Love is set in a tone
I know...
You know.

Music came first...
Don't you know?
Life began with a single note.

What colour are you now?
I loved you once...
I loved you forever...

Sweet as the sun you were to me...
Free as free...
A gift which
You keep on giving me.

The gift of consecration to
Myself... The gift of peace...

All the small things
You brought to my attention
Remind me...
How to be...
So deliciously and
Seamlessly me.

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Thank you old friend life is sweet.

[Ziusudra]

Very nice. Enjoyed reading all.

[Ariaecheflame]

The drought,
The doubt,
The rot -
Leads to an abundance
Of crop... Tendrils
Stretching out
Across the land
And this plan
Is no longer damned.

The song
Which longed to
Be shared
The cares of those
Who stared into
The realm of death
And transformed the
World from fire and ashes
Clashes of war and
Contagion
Into water and wine
Into leavened bread
And dishes of fishes to feed
The masses.

The pollution,
The smog,
Cleared by
The scorpion
Who lives unseen
Beneath the psyche...

The oceans parted
The saviour departed
To leave us with the view
Of truth.

Victory, an illusion,
Love a word which
They taught in scripture
But no one ever
Painted love
Into the picture.
Then the earthquake came
And threw us ALL off the Richter.

An earth who loved us
But threw us off
A sun which
Warmed us
But warned us to stray from
Putruid fog.

Disillusioned by hate
Numbed out to others pain
We cast them off
inconvient voices from
Those who we shame out
From the cloth
Like ghosts of the damned...

I hope that one day
You come to understand
The songs which join
Us as one into
This web of life...
Unwavering in your faith
Of where lies go to fry
And truths lay in the
Everlasting motion...
The word...

The enduring notion of god.


Here you receive the
Scorpion song.

[Ariaecheflame]

Glitter wings fly down
To meet me,
Spreading little specks of
Colour onto my skin.

Sweetness seeps into my
Ears, gifting me with the
Presence which lies within.

I gaze upon rubies, emeralds
And crystals shimmering in a pond
As turtles and koi fish swim along.

I rest my eyes upon a mermaid
Who smiles at me, in that
Moment I am living in receptivity.

A breeze brushes by me
And comforts me
With the love of the divine mother...

I am at peace now and rest with
The last outgoing breaths of summer.

[Unseeking Seeker]

Originally Posted by emeraldheart

Glitter wings fly down
To meet me,
Spreading little specks of
Colour onto my skin.

Sweetness seeps into my
Ears, gifting me with the
Presence which lies within.

I gaze upon rubies, emeralds
And crystals shimmering in a pond
As turtles and koi fish swim along.

I rest my eyes upon a mermaid
Who smiles at me, in that
Moment I am living in receptivity.

A breeze brushes by me
And comforts me
With the love of the divine mother...

I am at peace now and rest with
The last outgoing breaths of summer.

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Purrfect sight
I purr with delight

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