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Humans are the creators, the actors AND the audience who can truly experience these roles separately and even simultaneously when creating.
Written on 14th December 2020, as the first planets entered into the age of Aquarius constellations. The poem articulates new perceptions on the understanding of notion of 'depth'.
William Forde ℗2020
"The Air in Somerset"
A devotion for the beautiful, lumpy, bumpy, green hills of Glastonbury, England and that heart energy (and fresh air). Written on 19th October 2020, during quarantine in Somerset.
William Forde ℗2020
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The Author - William Forde
I have never focused my efforts on sharing my poetry before and appreciate any support as a 37 year old poet, publishing my work for the first time.
Thank you to all those that have listened/read/watched and who offer encouragement and tips (in all forms) that help me get found. Regardless of our irresistible desires for fame and achievement, I actually use poetry purely as an expression that allows me to laugh at what I call 'myself'.
This is the most superior way I have found for me to communicate my being and love to those I care to share my experiences with.
To learn more about me visit here. I am available for bookings in Australia, UK, Canada, Finland and Bali in 2021 and I welcome any queries about me performing, teaching or getting involved as a supporter of altruistic and creative projects. Simply email me at info @ (the domain of this website). (Forgive the absence of a contact link as spam bots will scrape it!) I definitely entertain swaps for healing sessions, acomodation and training.
We all get lost sometimes, but never feel you sold out for standing up for justice in the face of tyranny or altruistically serving others. Anyone can be selfish and survive... its not that impressive, especially in a world of template men and TV, armchair father figures.
MY WRITTEN POEMS
If people are playing shallow games
Then skim your little rock to scratch my surface and I'll pull you in deep.
No-one wants to go under and lose their space or air
So go graze in grace in the fields with the sheep.
Yet curiosity draws you;
If you invite me, do not spite me, for being me
Because you may see DEEP as complex.
DEEP as "over your head"
"Too far under", "Matters of the dead"
"Thoughts get floated around, just to float around".
Not writing down conclusions no, cos in the deep down here
The paper just gets wet.
Putting out fires forever... and
Compressing iron fists inside themselves
Sitting heavy in my bed for eternity...
It's no joke if you have not heard of me I'm DEEP.
When 'DEEP' is spoken in your world
Does it seem like negative feelings are being said?
What is DEEP bro? Oh here we go
Try: Depths of the Heart...
No Ride! A DEEP experience, self-parked.
So grounding you feel deeply in love, inside.
Buried safely among euphoric feelings
Completion not a juvenile start or constant searching
Everything submerged and subside.
It's a DEEP red blood or
A reminder that the thickness of the colours
Is only heavy if you're living on air.
And finally the deep black darkness
Don't get it twisted - I am always transparent
It's your blue feelings in the sky that discolors me.
If your ideas haven't changed yet about death
Then you've missed it:
Breath point, still point, and cosmos are DEEP INSIDE ॐ
Right at the center of this mystic-alley.
Moch when it's actually the HIGHEST, LIGHTEST, PASSAGE
Lighting up the back streets of this DEEP, DEEP mind.
So DEEP can't be heavy
That's the object you threw in.
The stones you may project to me are dark and heavy
and my DEEP light the conscious wave is
Ironically the only thing that washes your sins.
Get your head around that and
See if it floats with ease or spins, because
I was unplugged
And a vortex grew to
Protect my seas from these things.
A caution then as a care for you to
See my view on depth...
Another DEEP whale sound
Jump in and let go in love with me
or enjoy the scenery...
and walk around.
The Air in Somerset
The air in Somerset can fill a room with a fresh chill
And lift gloom from death's will
Oh the warmth of pumpkin soup.
The steam and glee of a creme tea
On the banks of a river, where once peasants would shiver
If they sat at the foot of the castle walls, guarding this river
Celebrate and live a little.
The graceful swan is white
And it doesn't bounce, it glides...
Clouds sit in 3 skies as if we painted this picture here
The dead and the living, you and I.
The network is chill in the mind of false things
But the heart races, leaving egos behind
So there's a pace and a dance done to show grace in some way
A polite door held here and there
A full presence, not dismay.
This ways a good one, for people across generations
Glastonbury is the heart of much human celebration
The whole world can tear apart
And the ghosts of the ages here remind us
These are echoes of past, repeated pages.
So we build bands and stages
Bob Geldof, I'm upset
That you let a few words of untruth poison your set
Because the biggest river in the world flows in Africa
Much grows in Africa
And songs like what you writ no-one will ever forget!
Your words you must protect, don't squander your intellect
Cos William came from Australia to shake spear on some
Abnormal, original, reptile, insects
With my little protest.
I don't wear the 'S' on my chest anymore
I wear it on my mask instead
But I draw a line through that truth
To keep justice fair
Getting downloads about network, bandwidth, ram, focus, assets,
not being passive...
There's definitely something in the air down 'ere.
©2020 William Forde
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