Poem: You Can Call Me Ariel

Category: Poetry

Poem: You Can Call Me Ariel

I
Choose Words
Being
The Prominent Tool
In
My ToolBox of
Expression

Poetry &
Stories-Shared
A Stream of
Inner
Exploration
Exposing
The Efforts
Being
Expressed

Respectfully
Humbled to
Receive
The Knowingness (Possibly)
Channeled from
A Wiser-Source (or)
A Version of Self
IN
Discovery of
Self

IN
Trust
Surrender to
The Flow &
Honouring
The Words (which)
Appear
ON
The Blank Page
Before – ME

Un-Trained &
Un-Tames
IN
The Writing Arts
UnLimited &
LimitLess
Explorations
WithOut
The Hindrance &
Restrictions of
Judgement(S)
Choosing to
Express Beyond
The Imposed Boxes
Expected by
The Academics of
The Art(s)
Lending
Self to
Ponder
All Things
UnKnown to
Self &
Express
Freely without
Fear

Feeling
Grateful to
Express
Any-Thing
@All

Reflections of
My Vulnerable
Self
Exposed to
Other’s
Field
Privy

Intentions
IN
Simplicity-Set
Ripple
A Drop of Good
InTo
The Vast
UnKnown &
Without
An Agenda to
Please
The Critical Eyes of
Qualified Source

Unmatched
Desire &
Hope to
Connect to
The One
(Even One Needy Soul)
Needing
A Word of
Kindness &
Concern

An UnUsual
Request-Received
One-Soul’s
Quest to
Know
The UnKnown &
Read
A Word or Two
About
One-Self
Requesting
An Epic Poem to
Monument
The Self &
A Tribute to
Own-Life &
Existence which
Rarely
Feels
Profound

I Swallowed Fear
A Deep-Breath
Marked by
A Lengthy
Moment
A Pause to
Contemplate
The Request
Ambiguous about
The Reply

One Soul’s
Desire to
Read
About
The Self
Certainly
Demands
Exceptional
Care
A Task
Tending to
The Other’s
Reflections
Cannot
BE
Done IN Vein &
Needs
Delicateness of
Compassion
Serving
The Other’s Greatest Good &
The Best Intentions
Need to BE Set to
Meet
The Other’s Needs
WithOut Fail
Concerned to
Harm
Another’s
Fragile-State
Easily Done (but)
Healing
The Wounded Aspects
Requires
One
Struggles &
Suffers &
Require Time to
Heal
The Broken Pieces

The Essence of
One’s &
By Extension
Another’s
Divine-Life
Demands
Deepest
Honouring
IN
EveryWay

My-Intuition
Whimpered
IN
Barely Audible Response
Whispering,
Trust
IN
Your-Self

Intentions-Set
Honour
Another as
One
Honours
ONE-Self
Express from
The Place of
One’s Heart
The Essence of
Self (which)
Does Not
Know How to
Judge & Lie

__





Dialogue:

I Am
Paul
I Never
Esteemed
Myself (Highly)
I Am
A Gay-Man
I Am
Autistic
I Am
Baffled by
(Romantic)
Relationships
I Am
Entering
The Mid-Point of
My-Life

I Read
Words He Shares,
Curious
SO Many
Categories
Designation &
Description &
Domination
Struggling to
Speak of Self

ALL
Aspects of
Master-Classification System
The Roles
One-Plays &
The Labels
One-Wears as
A Budge of
Belonging
Basically,
Dis -Owning
Essence of
Self

Lost Identity
Beneath
The Label(S)
Assigned &
Accepted as
Self
Creating
One’s
Beliefs about
Self &
Assigned
Value of Worth
IN
Context of Social Norms

Curious to
Know &
Understand

I Expend
A Gentle Inquire;

What would you want your poem to say about you?
What were you like as a child?
Did you receive the nurturing you needed/wanted/struggled?
What do you ‘Feel” in this moment?
Are you able to ‘Identify” Your Feelings?
What’s the Worse/most Painful Thought You have about YourSelf?
In an ‘Ideal’’ World what would your life look like? What would You BE Doing?
What is the most ‘Restrictive’ Belief You hold about YourSelf?
What ‘Feelings’ Do You ‘Feel’ most days?
What ‘Feelings’ would You like to ‘Feel’ more days?

WithOut
UnDue
Delay
Reactive
Response Received with
Little to No Time
IN
Deep-Contemplative Though
Tapping
InTo
A Deeper Layer of
Self

I Am An Artist &
I can draw a picture of you, if you wish.

An open invite to create a portrait of another &
No agenda(s) identified.

I Play Along &
Accept
The Gift
IN
Agreement of
An Artistic Exchange

WithIn
A Day or Two
I Receive
A Portrait of Self
Perceived through
The View of
Another’s
Creative Expression

I Must Admit
I Am GrateFul
I Never Experienced
someOne
Turn Me
InTo
An Art-Piece

Some Perceive
Social Media as
Superficial &
On Many Levels
It Is So (But…)
Not Always SO…

@Times
It is
One’s
Deep Exploration &
Search for
Meaning &
Connection

An Effort to
Feel
One IS
Alive
Being
Heard &
Seen
IN
The Overwhelm of
Darkness of
One’s Mind
A Distraction &
Diversion from
The Overwhelming
Pain of Past
Playing
ON
rePeat
InSide
One’s Mind
Hijacking
One (from ability to)
Think of
Another-Way to
Get Self
UnStuck from
The Torment of
Trauma ’s
Terror &
Nowhere to
Hide
No-Safe Place Found
Collapsing Time-Lines
Blurring
Present & Past (as if One)
Abuse & Victimization & Endless Demoralization
Carries
A Heavy Price
Struggling to
Experience
The Present Moment-Here & Now
Instead
Situations & Scenarios
IN
The Present Moment
Trigger
A Tsunami of
Overwhelm &
Terror
Often WithOut
A Disclaimer &
Narative Context
Warning One
Disconnect &
Dissociation
Certain to Follow

Triggered Self
Exposing
One to
EndLess
Struggle &
Suffering

Now

___

While,
I Attempt to Write
An Epic Poem

I Receive
A Rare
Smiling Selfie

Red Hair
Beard &
Glasses
Displays
One
IN Transition(S)

Patrick
Articulates
He Enjoys
Making Other’s Happy &
“Goofing Around”
Minimizing
The Stream of Consciousness
Pieces of Art Shared

Inherent Beauty of
Creative Expression of
Geometric Infinity
Spirals
WithIN
Endless Spirals-
Connecting & Extending
InTo
Other Spirals
Continuous &
UnBound
LimitLess
Exploration of
Infinite Potential
Seemingly
Speaking of
Search to
Connect &
CoCreate
Beauty
WithIn & Around

I Am Aware
Spirals
Spin Endlessly
No Boxes
Limiting
The Free Flow of
Expression

WithIn
Moment of Brief
Words-Exchange
Presence of
One With
The Other
Once Again
Create
A Safe Place
Platform for
Honest-Exchange

Patrick
Shares…

Long Ago
Learning
IN
Order to Survive
ONE (MUST)
DisPlay
The Part of
One’s
Smiling Face
Mechanics of Smiling
Not Difficult to Learn but
Display
The Exhausting Efforts to
Please
Painted
Upon One’s Face
Carved-Lines
Framing Eyes &
A Mark-Post Tattooed
Upon Forehead
Directing
SomeOne to
See
The Hidden
Hero’s Journey &
Endurance of
One’s Past-Path
Revealing-Reasons for
One’s Behaviours-Judged

The Truth
Beneath
The Smile
Forced Upon Face
Truer Representations of
Inner-Emotional State
I Am
A Witness of
The Rare Truth
Hidden from
Other’s View

I SEE
The Smile
Become
The Sadness
UnSpoken of
The Words
Wasted IN
Vein Before
Begging for
SomeOne to
Hear
The Cries &
Begging for
Help

I SEE
The Sadness
Displaying
A Portal
Directly
InTo
The Depths of His
Fragile—Soul
Tormented &
Terrorized by
Passage of Time

I Feel
The Sadness
Energy (of which)
One CanNot
Escape
Only if
ONE
Compassionately Cares

Image
Clearly Captures
Endless Efforts
Containing
The UnManaged Pain of
Pounding-Pressure
Open Hands
ON Top of
His Head Illustrates
Most Metaphorically
A Volcano
ON
The Verge of
Eruption
Phenomenon
Rarely Stopped
Respecting Only
Natural Laws

Eyes
Barely Open
Clearly
Minimizing
Vision &
UnAble to
SEE
Beauty Around

Intentions of
A Victim
Most Clear
Not to See
The Ugly
Reality
InSide
The Mind
The Images
Causing
Grave Pain

NO Antidotal
Operating Systems Installed
No Anti-Painful Memories Accessible &
No Re-Assuring Messages Recorded &
No Step by Step-Manual Gifted

Patrick’s Voice Clip
Marked by Exhaustion of
Mechanics of Writing…

Sound
Masculine & Confident
IN
Disguise
Projects
A Need to
Know & Understand

Q. When will I Stop Feeling like EveryThing IS My Fault &
I Am The Worse Person IN The World?

Question or
A Statement Shared

Directed Towards
Self or MySelf

Closing Caption (States): I Am Emotionally Spent.
UnMarked by Exclamation-Exhausted One

Aware of
Energy Expend
UnAble to
ReCharge
Depleted-Self

Endlessly Exploring
The Workings of
Own Mind
Questioning & Judging Self
Echo of Other’s
Judgments
Pre-Recorded as
Facts
Unable to
Convince Self
The Believed Facts are
Lies

Basic Needs UnMet
One Constantly Questions
The Worth & Value Self
Weighing OneSelf
ON
Conventional Scale of
Right & Wrong
Good & Evil
Sanctioned & Demoralized
Love & Abuse

Desperately
Seeking & Searching for
Other’s Validation of Self

I Share
I Am A Mother to A Gay Son
The Love
I Carry InSide My-Heart
UnConditional @Core

I Embrace
Patrick
IN
An Energetic-Hug of
Loving Intentions
Extended Towards His
Ability to Heal &
SEE
The Beauty of Self
Beyond Other’s
UnKindness

In Truth,
How Can One Offer Words Profound Enough to Counter The Historic Consequences of Trauma(s)?
Complex & Compounded Trauma(s)
Demands
A Multi-Faceted Approach &
Many-Layers
Gentle Enough to
Support Vulnerability &
Penetrate
Barriers of
Past Pain

How Can One Provide The Safe Space-Distance Apart?
Building A Foundation of Trust-Requires Time.

TIME
@Times
NOT-Available
Reality Remains
Some Victims
Run Out of Time &
Choose
Preferred
End to Pain

Patrick Writes:

You Can Call ME Ariel…

An Honour to
Call You by
Your Preferred Name

My Poetic Abilities
May Lack
The Academics &
Insufficiently Express
My Desire for
YOU to
BE-Well!

Dear Ariel,

You Are Beautiful & Perfect IN All-Ways!

The Divine/Universe/The One/God/Creator (Please Use The Word Which Most Resonates);
Does Not Make Any-Mistakes!
IN- Existence
All Things Are Equal &
Perfectly Beautiful &
Uniquely Diverse to
Create &
Express Beauty
IN-Various Ways

Embrace & Love The Crap Out of YOURSELF!!!

Ariel Replies;
Thank You!
Needed to Hear That!

Simple &
Simply Profound Reply

Kindness
Requires
So Little of
One to
Ripple Profound-Goodness ON(to)
The Life of Another

Ariel
Shares a Sketch of
Self

Beautify Woman
Flaming Red-Long Hair
Bright Smile
ON Display

Inner Thought
I SEE You!
I Hear You!
I Honour Your Survival &
Wish You to Thrive.

Disclaimer:
May Not Be An Epic Poem but Intentions Pure for You to BE Well IN-Life.

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