Random Flow Space...

[Joe Mc]

Originally Posted by Ariaecheflame

I love it all
I also intend to personally respond to each but first some inspired flow for today

You have a voice
So use it!
You have a face,
So show it!
You have a heart
So know it!

Where will you start?
Start with courage...
Embrace your heart...
Begin...
Chase an
All knowing whim!

A teenage magpie swooped in on me today...
Then sang a song to me
As we both stood in the
Rain!
Blessed be the song!

Needed to hear this and heard it as a blessing or a prayer. I have to sing in public next week nothing big or anything but i can feel the fear ..so this helps thanks, what percentage will you be looking for if the gig is successful lol. all good thanks for sharing.

Also meant to send you this song the otherday, one i came across a few years ago.

John Spillane, All the Way you Wander
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5fkNR1O6tY

[Ariaecheflame]

Originally Posted by Joe Mc

I need more forgiveness as this came out in response to a poetry class i was leading yesterday where one woman ended up saying that we were in 'End Times' and another contradicting her saying certainly not i have grandchildren you know. lol and me trying to focus them or not on a beautifully sublime poem by an Irish poet who was reared on a farm and suffered a type of oppression there but came back in life to fall in love with that place, that farm, that perception of bewilderment. hmmm made me think of you a little. Wonder would you read that poem ?

Though you have
locked yourself
inside their ivory tower
of political landscape
i smile and hug life back
into your body and soul
i cannot believe they want
me again to play king herod
and tell the greens to fk off
and tell the marxists to ride
into town at dawn
tell capitalism they got it right
till the girl at the till takes it all
and then i can say hooray
we'll be back at dawn
anyway ill sniff out love
go deep sacrifice my claws
burrow below roots that are
made of stone
Wombatism came knocking at my door
i might become the chairman or president
of this altogether select club

Please, no apology required - I am grateful for the input.
I'm really amazed how you and Foxtracks manage to come up with such clever poetry on a whim! I really enjoyed reading this, it was quite funny actually in a way and I really resonated with it too.

It had me reminiscing on a time when I had considered a career in politics in my teenage years but decided against it because I felt as though there doesn't seem to be a lot of room for good old fashion love and compassion in politics and also... I feel as though my place in the world is elsewhere.
I actually find your Flo poem quite encouraging as I intend to get myself out into the spotlight some more and your words were a reminder for me to apply some rules of "wombatism" myself haha

[Ariaecheflame]

Originally Posted by FoxTracks

The only Irish poet I know is Keats. Is that who you're talking about?

Here's a random riff.

Two night riders saddle up
At Midday

The woman who keeps the lighthouse
Sees them from far away

The clock is always ticking
And this will always be
It's motion is only a unit
Of experiencing

The woman of the lighthouse
Understands this wisdom from the light
But the night riders think
That gold will win the fight

There never has been a cowboy
With a pistol big enough
To crack a vest of kevlar
And the night riders are Cow boys,
Sure enough

I really do admire your talent Foxtracks, you clever with your craft.
I did learn what Kevlar is too which is quite useful information!
Thanks for sharing

[Ariaecheflame]

Originally Posted by Joe Mc

Needed to hear this and heard it as a blessing or a prayer. I have to sing in public next week nothing big or anything but i can feel the fear ..so this helps thanks, what percentage will you be looking for if the gig is successful lol. all good thanks for sharing.

Also meant to send you this song the otherday, one i came across a few years ago.

John Spillane, All the Way you Wander
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5fkNR1O6tY

Lucky I came back and re-read this, almost missed the song link.

I can feel the fear too haha... I would be soiling my pants lol.. Well not quite but my anxiety would probably make itself known.

Well, I send you my well wishes and encouragement anyway! And yes, please let us know how you go.

I wrote this to give me courage to follow and recommit to my path each day. I have almost cripplingly anxiety some days which I face almost every day but I try my best to be optimistic and I write these words of encouragement to myself to help me embody that courage. If I screw up somehow... May I have courage to face that too lol!

I have said the word courage so many times in one sentence unintentionally lol.

[Ariaecheflame]

I rise from the
Earth... A
Wood nymph
Made from dirt...
The clay which
Moulded my veins
Adores the flooding
Rains...
The smoke which rises
From the fog...
The croaking frogs
Who make the most of
The floods.

In my pain I have
Hidden myself
Below...
Toiled in the dismal
Infertile...
Putrid
Stagnanted flow...

Poison was
All I was to know...
I too once spread your
Toxic..
Putrid, disease -
But now you only
Anger me..
With intensity I
Insatiably -
Rise to
Forgive the hurt...

You scoundrels... Who
Did rape the earth.

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-joeyrainbow-

[Ariaecheflame]

You try to send the
Pain to God but
God only points
Your face back
Towards me.

You ask me to pray and
God sends me your way.

Do you remember the
Swooping magpie?
We all need courage in
Our hearts
To look her in the eyes.

I am so weary and
So tired... So war-torn and
In need of understanding...
So, please, I ask...

That you know
You are needed in the
Flow.

[Ariaecheflame]

Dear Mother

Dearest Mother,

I tried my best to be a
Good child but I was just that,
A child.
Your voice was mean
Because you were so
Mild in spirit,
So scared that your truth
Would be held in contempt instead of
Love.

Dearest Mother,
In my fear I too took on
The ways of a scared woman -
Timid, too timid to speak
My truth and in my fear
I left seeping wounds to
Bleed.

I live amongst a creed of
Powerful women who were never
Taught how to use their
Wisdom or meet the violent
World with the courage
Or persistence to walk with loyalty
To ones self and ones
Own convictions.

Dearest Mother,
I carry this torch of pain -
As I try my best to rewrite
These stories...
These stories which still
Go unwritten -
These stories where I fall
A million times a minute...

Dearest Mother,
I feel that I have failed you.. But
Reality comes to remind me of
My truth.
How can it be failure when these
Paths have not been forged before?
How can my expression be held in
Contempt...
Such sacred wisdom which was once
But is no longer
Violently oppressed.

Dearest Mother,
Dearest Daughter...
I will rise again after each fall -
I will face myself each day,
I will walk tall and face the world -
Even when I am in pain -
I will treat my wounds with compassion -
For in this way,
I will release the chains.

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Well I did predict that I'd fall at some point... And I did also mention that I would choose courage again

Dearest Mother... I acknowledge your past hurts from established cultural norms and I love you. Lots more stories for us to write, some wins and some falls.... I love them all.

[Joe Mc]

Hey Jude Wilson Pickett ....Thanks for sharing your wonderful words ..Ariaecheflame ..imagistically fantabulosa .. nice :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0y8Q...skhLYffWWUBEF8


Buddy Holly ...it doesnt matter anymore https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KQRpdkYz2g

Don Gibson ...Sea of Heartbreak https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmoNUypY6qI Bom Bom Bom !!! :)

[Ariaecheflame]

Thanks for the tunes I want to listen to the Johnny Cash version of the first song now! I love almost all genres of music.

I had not realised how many ways and in how many directions which my heart has been quietly breaking apart... Open? I'm not sure. What a sketchy week! What the heck was going on last week?!! Lol.

In the spirit of being open hearted I decided to keep the flow going here. I guess that my deeper intention is to explore flow and it's connection to being a vulnerable human... although, being that it is a flow space it will no doubt weave it's own kind of magic... I'll try to keep it as real as possible
Peace, love.

[Ariaecheflame]

Song of the Magpie...

I have looked a fearless
Creature in the eyes and it
Rendered my mind insane!

She swooped by - wild at heart and
Untamed.
What made her swoop in?
Such are nature's ways...
Protector of uncorrupt things -
Sweet, Little, fearless warrior -
Flying in on instincts wings!

I have looked a fierce creature
In the eyes!
Little Maggie, who forces the wild things
To drop the disguise.

What happens when warriors on
Wings swoop in?
If you run and hide, they'll win...
Their instinct is to
Protect precious things...
If you peer right in...
They will retreat with all
Your broken pieces and
Fly them away into rainbow
Streams of music.

What is the song of a magpie?

It is natures song,
One which honours the
Fierce might and the vulnerability of
Life.

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