Time

Time

~Time~

Do not
waste your time
endlessly navigating
the ferocious tides
of society’s
artificial designs

do not greet
the morning sunrise
with regret or a sigh
as you sell your soul
from 9 to 5
building someone else’s dreams
in a corporate landmine
just to stay alive

do not judge beauty
on what the media defines
to be your primary duty

because truly

your authenticity
exhibits the rarities
and beloved ancestry
of the tree that will lead you
to the roots
that bore your story

why disguise your glory?

do not build
your hopes and dreams
or grand ideals
without first
making a deal with yourself
to turn them into memories
that are real

go

live out your days
with fire in your soul
grasping your liberty
and building goals
that are brave
and wild
and bold

and know

no matter what you are told
by those with riches to behold
ALL of life is precious
rich or poor
young or old

be humble

because
when you are six feet under
when your body meets the coal
your story will remain
but not your gold

and when the time comes by
when you must whisper your last goodbyes
to the birds
the trees
and the iridescent skies

may you greet your final sunrise with a smile

because you lived a life so wild
that you are ready
to expire

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photography Tasha Tudor, by Richard Brown

From Dawn to Dusk

From Dawn to Dusk

~From Dawn to Dusk~

My soul arose to symphonies,
Upon the growing light of dawn
And all at once, I felt at ease
As stillness saw my spirit born
Unto a brand new thirsty day,
Beneath the day-blind stars above;
My limbs unfurled to golden rays
And vested plans of peace and love.

Today, I’ll seek the peace I crave
In floral meadows built of bliss,
For on this day, I am no slave,
No robot chained unto a desk.
I’ll hop upon a gilded cloud
To seize adventure for my day;
I’ll urge the sun to drop his shroud,
To pour some light upon my way.

In verdant fields, my soul shall sing,
In ruthless winds, I shall not shy,
For secrets buried deep within
Shall rise and free their desperate cries.
I’ll wander over distant dales,
Below a jewel-encrusted sky
As sorrow sheds its sullied veil,
My withered soul shall freely fly.

On rolling hills and raging seas,
On deserts far and mountains high,
My inner joy shall carry me
And all life’s misery shall die.

As twilight trills her closing tunes
And blackbirds steal into the dark,
I’ll sit beneath the sallow moon
To share the secrets of my heart.
Upon the dusk, I’ll whisper thanks
To all that thrives in Nature’s hands;
I’ll thank the stars – their loyal ranks
And all that rests upon the land.

And as I lay me down to sleep,
I’ll be reborn unto the night;
The moon shall have my soul to keep
Until the morrow yields her light.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Rise Up and Fight Again

Rise Up and Fight Again

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Sorrow drops a sullied shroud upon a tear-stained globe;
The colours of the universe then fade to ashen tones;
The fleeting birds misplace their joy;
The stars die in the shadows;
The cattle bellows frantic cries across the barren meadows;
The roses wilt;
The traffic calms;
The kettle holds its whistle;
The sorrows of humanity unfold in growing ripples;
The fiddle plays a mournful tune;
The pendulum stops swinging;
The girls and boys desert their toys;
The telephone stops ringing;
The desperate moans of exiled ghosts roll through the blackened plains;
The moon obscures her radiant bloom and tilts her head in shame;
The postman holds his jolly tones;
The dog hides in his bed;
The radiant hues of blissful Junes withdraw their rosy reds;
Throughout the world, a sea of hope rolls through the hollow lanes
And whispers to humanity,
“Rise up and fight again.”

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Image: ‘Feel’ by MartaSyrko
Source: martasyrko.deviantart.com/art/feel-367596700

Bridges of Defiance

Bridges of Defiance

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Behold! The foolish CEO that rests upon his throne,
Passing absurd policies and theories of his own.
Hark, the cries of Westerners appealing for salvation;
Watch him pulverise the slabs that built a noble nation.
The rabid wolf will gorge on hate and sever half his pack,
While ambiguous servants plunge their knives into his back.
The tyrannised and downtrodden shall form a grand alliance
Built of solidarity and bridges of defiance.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

 

I am Woman

I am Woman

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I am real
Composed of unique beauty
My blemishes are symbols
Of my authenticity

Born to a society
Of many shapes and sizes
Camouflaged and urged to change
The realness it despises
A human being scrutinised
By money-driven prophets
A hostage of supremacy
A mutilated object
We mask the facets of ourselves
Deemed far too coarse to show
Through images and crude remarks
Our self-esteem is blown

A woman withholds magic
She is bona fide and true
But every day, she buries it
To pacify world views
A suffragette of liberty
Coerced into the kitchen
Collagen-implanted
And peer-pressured into bitching

Our realness entails crooked smiles
And time etched onto skin
A wild array of windswept manes
And freckle-dappled chins
Our blessed frames are formed to birth
A mighty generation
Overcome by influence
And counterfeit perfections

The arrows of conformity
Shan’t penetrate our skin
For we are REAL and we withhold
A power deep within
We are a tribe of goddesses
Built for the roles of legends
No airbrushed, twisted fallacies
That advocate rejection

We rise in our divergent hues
With timeworn hands and faces
We bear the marks of motherhood
Fierce matriarchs of ages
We carry bags beneath our eyes
And childbirth’s jagged medals
We hold no limitations
And embrace our native vessels
We claim our eccentricities
For we are born untamed
The Goddess walks in many forms
Regardless of her age

We don variant colours
And our iridescent roots
For we are valiant rarities
Not dainty prostitutes
The world is missing everything
A woman has to give
Her sweetness and her mission
To emit her peace within

Woman is black
Woman is white
Her force is truly boundless
A queen of peaceful voyages
A child of resoluteness
She is awake
She is prepared
To stand by her convictions
She is equal
She is enough
She endures no restrictions

Dear woman, you are beautiful
Don’t ever f**king change
Society is rotten
Don’t you ever suffer shame
Show off your brazen scars and curves
Your feminine artistry
Yield to the world your thunderous roar
For REALNESS is your BEAUTY

© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved

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