About my poems.
My so called "poems" are really autobiographical writings and affirmations. I write stream of consciousness accidental poetry, and I express my thoughts and feelings through Psychotherapeutic Journal writing.I don't rhyme intentionally, use metre, or imagery. I use various meditations as I write.
Manashantii's psychological poetry.
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My message for you.
Practice SELF HONOURING,CELEBRATING MY SILENCE by INNER-LISTENING and LISTENING TO SELF.
Gain insight into yourself,be conscious of your experiences and be conscious of what you psychologially internalise and the effects the experiences have on you.Be solution focused,send messages of peace to the divine within yourself,pay homage to yourself.Find a therapeutic medium that encourages your artistic self-expression.
May you acknowledge your ONESELF.I hope you are able to feel an INNERGLOW and may your
BREATH FLOWERS.May CHOCOLATE OXYGEN affirm your existence.
I know THE PROCESS OF ACCEPTING MY PERSONAL HISTORY.
Explor your pains and realise the beauty of your identity,personal history and who you are.Respect WHAT IS LOVEMAKING.I light this candle so you can see the Buddha nature within you.
Live well and may you understand that NATURE DICTATES,so that you never
BLOSSOM LAMENT,have faith in humanity,live long and write a joyful JISEI.
This is my message for you the reader of my poems. The capitalised bold words are my poem titles.
Oneself - Unedited moments into my consciousness. By Manashantii
Here is some of my unedited stream of consciousness poetry!
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The laws of reflection and attraction in relationships. By ManashantiiThe world is a giant mirror reflecting and attracting my beliefs.
My relationships reflect back the way I treat myself.
My relationships reflect back the way I treat others.
My relationships reflect back to me my sub-conscious thoughts
and beliefs about myself and past unresolved problems.
My relationships reflect back to me what I need to learn.
My relationships attracts what I believe about other people.
When I change the way I view things,
my thinking and my perception also changes and as a result my life changes.
Breath flowers. By Manashantii
My breath flowers,
emotional bliss intensified,
love dew blossoms,
a hormonal essence,
affirming the beauty of life,
dwelling in your soft wet fragrance,
Your loving caresses,
become flowering nectar,
embraced by my femininity.
Oneself. By Manashantii
Oneself,
One breath,one mind,one body,one Godess existing as oneself.
I am one with Manashantii (myself)
One being whole and unique in a Godessly way,
Independent and in union with myself,
Of my own kind
my own self, in a oneself inner harmony,
and harmonising with humanity.
I am the inner mother that nurtures and protects my daughterchild meditating and merging together as oneself.
Emancipated, autonomous, oneness with myself,
I am at peace with myself,
I self define the composition of the oneself that I am,
My Manashantii vegan-vegetarian-ness,
My Manashantii femininity,
My Manashantii culture,
My Manashantii Religion,
My Manashantii nationality and tribe,
My Manashantii personal experiential history,
My Manashantii personality and identity,
Are all aspects of the composition of the oneself that I am.
I declare and desire only to be myself.
My conscious eye evolves,
becoming aware and able to envision,
all internal delusions,
I am transcending all external distractions and illusions,
I am the resilient force that defines my inner core consciousness
I am me becoming aware and entwined with my conscious inner eye
entwined with my divine inner eye.
I am me
becoming aware of my flourishing divine inner I.
I am me becoming a I,
Here is one word that is clear
ONESELF.
As I centre into my innercore,
I listen to my inner peaceful silence,
I patiently listen to my inner peaceful silence,
my silence speaks to me with echoes of pure insight,
My inner consciousness is a productive consciousness that I
honour,
I am a creative consciousness that possesses flourishing
insights,
In my silence I find peace and clarity,
I know the power of my innerself,
I am a blissful temple of powerful pleasure,
celebrating my innerself,
celebrating my silence,
celebrating my innerpeace.
Boahemaa Mathematica.By Manashantii.
I re-mind myself the importance of being open to possibilities and I maintain my inner awareness knowing that time and experience can influence the angle in which I navigate my perception. Knowledge is ever changing,so I navigate my vision and I know the circumference and depths of my psychological dimensions.Self mastery of mind requires the development and sharpening of internal psychological sensors,truthful self communication and a deeper self listening.
Mathematics is a language that can universally explain nature's plan.Nature selects,but more importantly we self select by our actions. Maternal grandmother mathematica,now that I understand the equation,thank you for the seed messages you gave, they rotate subliminal chants within my brain.I can't hide my intellectual light anymore so I write this poem as a symbolic action of how you have enriched my life with your guidance,protection and your Madam Boahemaa Mathematica.
Whilst meditating late at night I fell asleep and on awakening in a semi dreamstate I wrote this poem.This poem is about my maternal grandmother Madam Christiana Ellen Efua Boahemaa who was deeply into Freemasonry, Egyptology and Mathematics.She was born on 25th December.My grandmother's ancestors originate from Egypt. She was deeply into Freemasonry, Egyptology and Mathematics.
Chocolate Oxygen.By Manashantii
What an amazing voice you have,
your voice is friendly and embracing,
your voice is warm dry, honey,chocolate oxygen melt.
Divine consciousness of love, peace wisdom,
You are enchanting Divine African nobility,
but the truth is you are Divine intelligence incarnate,
Divine intelligence that guides, protects and nurtures me that's
what you are.
Your words are,
gently entering my physical head,
delicately flowing into my ears,
pacifying my consciousness,
entrancing my mind subliminally with rhythmic waves,
that dances inside my blood.
Your voice is what plays the talking drum inside my heart.
You are the creator of my life force.
You are the wise ancestral one that I cherish, honour, and worship.
Instinctively my very being submits to your presence,
for I am in awe of you,
and I am experiencing the pleasure of your voice,
affirming me,
affirming my existence.
Monday morning work journey.By Manashantii.
As I brush back my black woollen hair.
In the mirror I stare and stare, at my chocolate glossed brown skin.
I lift up my briefcase and close my front door,
I ascend up the
steps, then I lock my front gate.
I walk down my road.
I inhale the outside air,
I stare,
As a veil of fog tenderly fades,
Dawn breaks softly;
encircling the air,
with a mellow autumn zest.
As I Inhale central London into my outer conscious physical head,
central London becomes a part of my inner consciousness.
I affirm to myself, May the external world,
not pollute my inner conscious eye.
I sense my physical self as my attention fall into my feet.
The sadistic nature of my high heel shoes, create walking feet
torture,
as I walk my shoes noisily announces my presence.
My eyes, they see,
A blue-eyed tall white man,
with chiselled regal Tudor portrait eyes,
As I stare at him with my dark brown eyes,
The Tudor portrait eyed man,
becomes newspaper intrigued.
Ladies with ornately painted sculptured refreshed faces, sit together quietly.
People silently sit dissociated,from this moment and the next moment.
As the clustered standing crowd attempt to freeze still,
physically and mentally frozen, frozen still,
still, so still, from each person.
London underground train doors open, I watch as these moving bodies
stretch, and diaphragms expand,
to meet this vivid new day.
A scar-A historical reminder.By Manashantii
Inscribed skin,
that has been
remended,
becomes
an elevated sculpture,
Inscribed skin,
displays the discomfort,
that was within,
Inscribed skin,
narrating memories,
of my crisis and my bravery,
and the life,
I have lived.
My afro hair- part 1. By Manashantii
Woollen textures twisted and bound
ripped apart broken fragments
pulled up and de-rooted un-wound
unwind, rewind ,unravel again and again
un-do re-do
re-darned
full of elasticity,
defying gravity,
maintaining curl memory,
spiraling circling into space,
soft moist wool,
dry wire,
energy and unity of femininity,
communicating my culture's belief,
communicating my culture's beauty standard,
like medusa, like yemanja,like Buddha.
combed at ....force / combed at miles per hour...
how dare I expect not to have
a headache after this?
why keep your glory hiding under a hat?
or a head wrap all the time.
evolved as hydro-phobic hair,
maximum twelve complete curls per inch
and eight curls per inch minimum
how dare I expect not to have
hair problems or baldness by forty
As a black woman I silently complain
and never question my culture's torturous hairstyling methods.
My afro hair -part 2. By Manashantii
Sculptured textured woollen puff balls,
woolen ropes,
twisted scalp moulding puffs,
patterned paths on my scalp,
cobbled pebbles surrounding my head,
my hairstyle shaped like sticks and branches,
melanated electric spiral,
small spiral curls that twirl
around matchsticks and pins,
like a twisting fortress of sprouting coils,
clustered sculptures cylindrical woolen ropes,
a fortress of melanated electricity ignited by my adrenal gland.
Green Spring.By Manashantii.
Deep is the green grass that I walk in,
it is sprinkled with fresh morning dew.
The trees of my garden are green again.
Yet my dreams are of summer flowers.
Threads of rain fall.
Tender becomes my song in the spring rain.
The frenzied rush as the ripening wind roars
and drowns out my human words.
I have climbed the mountain and I feel serene,
I alone at the edge of the sky.
All things change and keep no fixed state,
I adapt myself to flowing time.
The evening moon rises.
Awakening joy within me.
Blossom lament.By Manashantii. Lamentably tattered, My feminine blossoming denied, solemnly withering, fragmented cacophony of fractured truth, distorted, buried from my consciousness. Never realised into life my feminine blossom. |
