Imitating Art

21/06/2024

29/04/2024

'First Journey'

Alternating her path back from the war she had recently won
Her way to be hidden as she rode beneath the sunless skies
Upon her darkest mare she recalled how she was almost undone
Amidst the trails betwixt the days she remembered his eyes
She turned in her saddle and donned her old protective cloak
And continued forth alone wondering if he had spoken of lies

Along a river she soon found her way, still ruminating her yoke
Horrendous warring won and unspoken battles she had fought
It was yet his tender words in the wake of her war as he spoke
Aghast at her souls frozen walls having been rendered naught
He spoke to her in such a manner meaningful in his deep tone
Nothing had prepared her for hearing what it was he had taught

Amongst his words existed nothing alike to anything ever known
His ways with her seemed so foreign, that she held back belief
That within his care for her, she would no more need be alone
Aside her reservations as she thought on their meeting so brief
Where he had told her of those ways that would set her so free
And she felt that this love he had spoken of would be her relief

Assaulted herself in wars she fought where she sought to just be
So many battles within her were some she could not have had
Those words that evoked so much love in her; those said by he?
Assured her he did, of his own war within against his dark cad
Defeating his rueful self in countless nights and countless days
Rising within himself to not let matters of the soul become sad

Aspiring to know what it felt to know peace and love in all ways
Forgave himself for those eons where he felt he had no choice
So he would be prepared for that greatest of loves which stays
Answered her unspoken query, did he, in a strong peaceful voice
He had promised her to watch over her in all of his coming nights
And he would always give her heart to have every reason to rejoice

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First Journey
Written By
CJ
@ No Unlearning
© 2024 Imitating Art

24/04/2024

'Life and its false veneer'

'Awakened Mourning - Chapter One'

It was the deep that lay beneath that darkness
Where I found myself in a moment all awoken
Haunting my choice with a newly born starkness
And birthed a knowing my life was never token
It was devoid of any life, love and of all the light
Existed did, that graveyard of everything to fear
Left to wander there stumbling without my sight
And where I did dwell on life and its false veneer

It was hither the most acute thing I had known
When from beyond that veil, I was thence torn
Rending me so feared, was that space of its own
And then the living called me back to life re-born
It was such a force that entered my ears so raw
As the claim on me from Death, hurtled through
Emerging alone, having left behind that all I saw
And I once more queried which world was true

It was an awakening that my soul sorely needed
Where my old life was nothing more than ‘broken’
Not only pieces my own, some, others had seeded
And no more could I remain one of the unspoken
It was in the aft of my life that I left of my own sin
Theirs also, which burdened me beyond compare
Beneath such a cross, I could not ever hope to win
And in that void, I left behind what I carried there

It was more than beyond what I was able to take
Fearfulness of ever having to again find of sleep
Learning to stand on limbs that did only shake
And wondered whether any sanity I would keep
It was the angel of my rising on that third day
Taking up my own hands when I then would cry
Joining with my tears to keep my demons at bay

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‘Awakened Mourning’
Chapter One
Written By
CJ
@ No Unlearning
© 2024 Imitating Art

22/04/2024

So shall it be written.

'It Just is'

So few souls, have I met in all my days
None have burned so very brightly
Never could I have expected
Breathlessness akin to this
Visit me in any single lifetime
Nor therefore make itself known real

As I may try to feel all my future days
No dawn exists without you
I wish I could one day explain
With so much more than words
Love as it was meant, in action
Will be yours echoing through nights

If I could hasten all of our future days
Never that, could I bring myself to do
Each moment I am caught again
All that I am aligned at your eyes
Realising a being such as thee
And I know why all things just are

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‘It Just Is’
Written By
CJ
F[OR]
@ No Unlearning
© 2024 Imitating Art