Finding A

  • Chloé Felani

A?

A is looking for that meaning

A thought to think of purpose

A moment to think of you

A moment in summer I drink that fresh cold bright orange yellow tones reflecting refraction of sun

Juice, with them little bits pulp

That dripping and fresh gulp

Home

O

Home

Tombs

Rooms

Moans

Looming ideas of new shifting and changing

Doom

In chaos there’s beauty or finding beauty exist even in chaos

And there’s pain and pleasure without a knowing of pain can one know pleasure

Or is being in touch with your pleasure the sensory part of your being you know all parts of pleasure bad and good and what we separated as pain is just that of pleasure is it even so strict to know one without the other the body must fall and bruise to know to be careful and to knowing caring for the body to receive pleasure

The pleasure of joy movement breathe sorrow rage am I using pleasure as to say to feel

To know pain in so many ways does that make pain less painful

Some people feed off hearing peoples pain
I guess this gives them pleasure

I detest this

To be in the west is to be in a false sense of safety

A safety that gained on the relinquish of our powers and freedom

To be moving in on this Babylon island and where a continent I can’t be On

Okay

I’m not trying to be in a place of contention, but trying to maintain my trust and vulnerability in this space

Western powers destabilise these non western countries to steal and reap there resources

This is colonial this is imperial

This is a doing

This is the power of whiteness

Patriarchal powers to destabilise and steal power y don’t I as a najia not know of the Biafra war

Of wars
Words
And all
My people
In all our
Ways of being
Loving
Same and
Fluid
Beings
Pause

Plagued by unknown histories of people

Plagued of the colonisation of my people before the oyinbo people

A topic for another day

How do you fight a plague

You wait for a minute till a cure is found
But people will die and some will survive
Why

In mornings
Before day
After yoga
I thank my ancestors and sometimes
I cry with and thinking of ancestors at night

A slice of life

Silence

Under the sun we breathe we feel we breathe we feel we breathe we feel we breathe we feel we breathe we feel we breathe

Under the sun we are still

The silence is deafening
The silence of you
Brings the voices outside
Brings the voice of nature
Aren’t you we nature

Silence .

.

.

.

.

Is feeling the same as understanding
Or is understanding having feelings of empathy

Conflict can reveal character but can’t kindness reveal character being a giving and receiver of love

I’ll respond to conflict maybe because
Libra rising
in me to get to a place of balance

An emotional life is a rich one
Sharing emotional experiences is my way to communicate to loved ones

This commutation is healing for me

A?

A is looking for that meaning

A thought to think of purpose

A moment to think of you

A moment in summer I drink that fresh cold bright orange yellow tones reflecting refraction of sun

Juice, with them little bits pulp

That dripping and fresh gulp

Home

O

Home

Tombs

Rooms

Moans

Looming ideas of new shifting and changing

Doom

In chaos there’s beauty or finding beauty exist even in chaos

And there’s pain and pleasure without a knowing of pain can one know pleasure

Or is being in touch with your pleasure the sensory part of your being you know all parts of pleasure bad and good and what we separated as pain is just that of pleasure is it even so strict to know one without the other the body must fall and bruise to know to be careful and to knowing caring for the body to receive pleasure

The pleasure of joy movement breathe sorrow rage am I using pleasure as to say to feel

To know pain in so many ways does that make pain less painful

Some people feed off hearing peoples pain
I guess this gives them pleasure

I detest this

To be in the west is to be in a false sense of safety

A safety that gained on the relinquish of our powers and freedom

To be moving in on this Babylon island and where a continent I can’t be On

Okay

I’m not trying to be in a place of contention, but trying to maintain my trust and vulnerability in this space

Western powers destabilise these non western countries to steal and reap there resources

This is colonial this is imperial

This is a doing

This is the power of whiteness

Patriarchal powers to destabilise and steal power y don’t I as a najia not know of the Biafra war

Of wars
Words
And all
My people
In all our
Ways of being
Loving
Same and
Fluid
Beings
Pause

Plagued by unknown histories of people

Plagued of the colonisation of my people before the oyinbo people

A topic for another day

How do you fight a plague

You wait for a minute till a cure is found
But people will die and some will survive
Why

In mornings
Before day
After yoga
I thank my ancestors and sometimes
I cry with and thinking of ancestors at night

A slice of life

Silence

Under the sun we breathe we feel we breathe we feel we breathe we feel we breathe we feel we breathe we feel we breathe

Under the sun we are still

The silence is deafening
The silence of you
Brings the voices outside
Brings the voice of nature
Aren’t you we nature

Silence .

.

.

.

.

Is feeling the same as understanding
Or is understanding having feelings of empathy

Conflict can reveal character but can’t kindness reveal character being a giving and receiver of love

I’ll respond to conflict maybe because
Libra rising
in me to get to a place of balance

An emotional life is a rich one
Sharing emotional experiences is my way to communicate to loved ones

This commutation is healing for me

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