Uncontrollable passion
I just want to dance
I may be found insane
Inane, crazy, half wit, with no brain
these feet don’t want to stop
The rhythm is given by the beat of the heart
Hoo Hoo Haq hoo,
the beggar’s call, mighty fall
nothing matters, nothing at all
Is this the moment, to remove senses
No time no tenses,
No boundaries no fences,
Totally immersed in the ocean of love
Nothing seems of any value
Shaking head, dancing feet
being the sole answer
Worldly possessions seem cancer
Want to get rid of these tumours
All facts, findings mere rumours
And leave all my possessions
belongings, frustrations
just me and bare I
Urges wish to die, then die
I dance and I dance
Darwish has woken up in a trance
Never ever going to sleep again
senses regain, nothing
just a desire to move
in this rhythm of eternity
Index fingers moving up,
Doesn’t know where to stop
Begging you to hold my hand
Make me understand
What I am going through
Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 
The photo and the title took me to a whole other place. Your Poem was beautiful I found these lines to be very powerful
Is this the moment, to remove senses
No time no tenses,
No boundaries no fences,
Totally immersed in the ocean of love
Nothing seems of any value
Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much for making my day and writing such a positive comment. Truly grateful 🙂 I am really pleased that you liked this humble effort 🙂
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Lovely! I guess that you don’t have any stories or emotions behind your compositions. Words just come to you and you just write them. Simple. Is that right?
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I think so 🙂 not sure I understand your comment fully as ultimately we are made of what happened to us, what we heard, what our experiences are…for instance this poem was written in my free mind experiment and it talks about when a Darwish dances to achieve enlightenment what is going thorough his or her mind. I did this with free mind rather than controlling thoughts to make these words having more empathy and in a way went through a deep soul enriching experience.
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Yes, that’s what I meant. Your words come out of freedom. Nothing great thought behind them. You just love to create and we love to read you.
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🙂 if that’s how you understand, than that’s how it must be 🙂
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It’s perspective – the way we watch our dream. Keep smiling!
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Tu écris une situation dramatique qui exprime en belle poésie les mots danses , on est … On vit … Le personnage.
Je voudrais en dire plus, mais le sujet demande un échange verbal autour d’un feu en soirée …Un vrai débat des plus important …… !
Je suis désolée si je patine sur mon commentaire … Il ne m’est pas facile de coucher mon ressenti au travers de quelques mots.
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Il est parfaitement bien pour écrire plus 🙂 s’il vous plaît n’hésite jamais, j’apprécie vos commentaires. Merci beaucoup Zingara 🙂
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Thank you. Depending on our experiences it will mean something different to us all. It took me to a different place, and seemed to fit well my state of mind.
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I am truly pleased to hear that. May we all find what we are looking for.
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Beautiful shot…. liked the selection of colour….
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Thank you so much 🙂
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I really enjoyed this piece and the photo is amazing.
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Thank you so much Jenni 🙂
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Hey AB, you know, at first I didn’t get it at all. Then I read some of the other comments and noticed your reply about the Darwish. It peaked my interest so I did some googling. I watched a short video of Darwish dancing and read up on what it’s all about. Then I came back and read your poem again. Totally get it now. Interesting how having the background really opens the eyes, don’t you think.
Impressive, your ‘putting yourself’ into the mind of a Darwish dancer and what she could possibly be experiencing and thinking. Just goes to show you that true art is not just an absent practice, using talent of ability. But that it’s interpretation based on the knowledge and the experience and the education of the artist.
Two thumbs up AB.
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Thanks Staci for doing all this to understand my message, yes this was a bit hard on various people if they dive right in, probably most can safely conclude that I have finally gone insane (as if I wasn’t already)… 🙂
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HAHAHAHAHA. Insane? Who wants to be sane?
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🙂
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That’s the spirit 🙂
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🙂
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Most cool indeed hobo hippie
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Thank you 🙂
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So much fun, spring has sprung.
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🙂
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A distinct sense of stream of consciousness … works very well, AB. (The photo: you don’t mean that this elegant slim young woman is begging …?!)
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She was not of course 🙂 I wanted a striking image to go along with the intensity of my words and this worked perfectly as begging in my poem is more about a lost soul begging for a path
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Poets are amazing ! – how are they able to write creatively about situations of which they have no personal experience, I wonder …? Such imagination is worthy of much approbation ! 🙂
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🙂 hmmm…Poets are perhaps worthy, this humble soul is just happy if his words are bearable for the readers 🙂
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I believe you are right, your words are quite humble indeed!
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Nice poem 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Intensely compelling!
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Truly grateful for such wonderful comments 🙂
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Dancing as I read your words – great work! Cheers J
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Thank you so much, appreciate your joyful comment 🙂
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Love this piece.
You’re an amazing writer.
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And you, you are too kind 🙂 thank you so much 🙂
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Bowled over AB. Beautiful. Have wonderful weekend wherever you are.
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Thank you so much, have a lovely week 🙂
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Reblogged this on Crazy Pasta Child.
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Nice POST 🎶🎶💕
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