The missing rose

Ever wonder about that journey of unity and true reflection
the kind that exposes all, and relinquishes sight.
The other within I, the ego barrier, or the resistance to truth
softness moulded by a hardness which is created over time
or perhaps a state of mind learnt through life 'experience.'
Being the teacher and student, unlearning the learnt.
Breaking the walls.


If so, and if your going through the same thing,
You should read
'The missing rose,' by Serdar Ozken.. Amazing!
Completely entertaining, and relatable to this once in a lifetime journey!

Dirty Laundry

The Kind you find in your mind
Not the flaws, weaknesses or messed up times

The pile of work the mind needs to comprehend
before the path becomes clear and the want sets in

When it's left undone, resistance kicks in
And allows for a defeat to boom

Make the choice, and soon you discover, that most of the effort
lies within, and shortly after, your already saying, I do...

You believed them right... So Did I

You believed them right
both of you..
check out my parallel universal lifeline
with another two, competing for them like fries on the sides

Since when does love compete, and more so, since when does a relationship
stay alive, or be repressed depend on whose got the beat
If that's the case, then fuck the base

When chocolate, and light, serenaded my nights
The stepsisters, stepped out of Cinderella, to bring out a broom in my hand sight
As though, the image of a doormat, or its consequent addiction patterned and stirred cries
would insinuate, or distant my protective knights

These games are for kids, as you soon come to realize, that they return pretty quick
and screw your world, in the same way you screw with imaginary 'wands', standing like twigs
Your mirrored reflections, become a joke, one based on manipulation and a need to separate poles
Unable to unite your own beautiful flaws

Whilst you may succeed for a little while, those who supported your miles
soon come to realize your true insecure styles
And those who believed you once upon a time, soon value that which they distanced
out of passed on beliefs, instead of trusting that which they saw

What doesn't work starts to include you, and I feel blessed to have learnt something
so valuable by a bunch of fools who think they have wicked tools

I'm still standing.. how can you tell.. you only know about someone who fell.

Free

I'm an onion
Expect I'm human, because I have the choice to remove the layers
Release the patterns, and shed that which I really don't require
Doesn't work in my benefit, or doesn't let me reach who I really want to be
It allows my growth process to smoothen itself whilst the tears expose
the break down, and consequent liberation of the core
A core which finally gets a chance to breathe, and grow
with personal fertilization, for the higher good of self
and a desire to change the I to attain my wants

I'm looking at the old girl, and acknowledging her existence
and what now seems to be some sort of rebirth
And even though she's leaving me somehow
I feel closer to what's within, and honored to enjoy her presence
for the lil time I have left to enjoy her antiques, memories and 'mistakes'

Perhaps the growth has set in, or it's that age
Maybe I've accepted what I see, or enjoying exposing it more often than not
As a girl, a common dream is to want to get married
Today I find, that true marriage comes within me firstly
Because it allows me to bask in a love which unites both my sides
and synchronically opens me up for some Universal love

xx