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robin i. hawkes

the swimmer's collection

the swimmer's collection

“the swimmer awakens, driven by dreams and with a boundless desire. he plunges into the sea, leaving the shore behind as he becomes one with it, wanting to be free…

i’m invisible

every day i’m invisible

i stride along, like i’m not ever as invincible

jonny caught me and picked me apart

like asking if he loves me still

on what he had and shall regain

never break dare i will

we met in summer, broke in autumn

then reconnected in winter again

if we were happy

why did the next stage break us then?

a journey to the south, both worlds collide

a true test if we were to trust the other side

wasn't easy, not when i tested myself

good thing i’m invisible

and you were the one to hurt yourself

i’m invisible

i'm alone in this game, your job is not play it for me

you showed me your cards while you’ve not seen my three

knowing your’s, didn’t aid me at understanding what i’ll be

in my own future, in my own cards, laid out only for me to see

made me compare them, until mine seemed worth less

my sixes and sevens to your diamond queen in a dress

the way i tried to twist and turn my jack into your joker

only to have my life feel like a useless game of poker

my hand holds three, your’s holds four

playing but not knowing what my cards are for

and extra ace up your sleeve, for every nine i heave

oh please let me win this round, don't make me leave!!

your streak continues, as does mine

one step behind, a certainty by gods design

not your inability to see my cards, drives me away

but your struggle to understand them and the way i play

every day, i life my life the same

with the comparison, comes the shame

calling myself a good person

when you’re the one i blame

but, unlike a fairy-tale, my journey has been of no avail

to me, your cards will always succeed and

i'll forever be plagued by my envious need

card shark

day after day, hour by hour

i sit in my ivory tower

my eyes strained, my concentration gone

but i must continue, until the dawn

the books are open, the pages turn

but the knowledge below, seems hard to learn

the words are dry, the concepts dense

and i feel like i'm building, a high defense

the clock ticks by, with cruel disdain

as i stare at the work, that causes me pain

the world outside, seems far away

as i toil and strive, without much to say

my friends they call, with laughter and cheer

but i decline, as work draws near

but as the days go by, and the weeks turn to months

i realise the cost, of my selfish stunts

the world is moving, and i'm standing still

a prisoner of my own, self-imposed will

and so i weep, for the moments lost

and the friendships gone, at too great a cost

and when you ask yourself, who robs me of my power

it's my willingness to remain in this ivory tower

ivory tower

my feet leave the ground

palpitating in sync with sound

a weight liftet off my shoulder

as my soul gets a little older

i feel my body become a vessel

emotions and fights i don't dare to wrestle

like creativity, passion and love

fly away my little dove

i change my mind ever so often

his words are what make my heart soften

now a new outlook, a new perspective

with that, i may have found my new objective

"transfer your burdens to me, young swimmer

for your heart will rot and your light shine dimmer

accept my guidance, let me be your mentor

for only i know what you were truly meant for

let me carry you, far far away

for you were not born here to stay"

so you trust and let be guided

a stability and weightlessness provided

you fly for as long he wants you to

and that is where i will meet you

sound

fiona, fiona

let us raise a glass to this queen of sound

celebrate her music, her words so profound

as she returns from the dark to deliver once more

and writes from the soul, from the depth of her core

fiona, fiona

a one of a kind persona

poet, lyricist, composer of songs

reinventing music day after day

perfecting what no other may

fiona, fiona

though the child may be gone, your music lives on

a testament to your talent, forever strong

fiona, fiona

never change

fiona, fiona

"dolce far niente"

a time to lie in fields, under skies so blue

a time to let lifes worries simply pass through

oh how sweet thy sound

like a melody in my soul so profound

in the simplicity and stillness of our minds we discover

what it means to have been someones lover

such sweet repose

the beauty of a prosaic life in prose

let there be you and me

just us, young wild and free

dolce far niente

"i brave the ocean’s tide

swim out into the open, the deep and the wide

fighting for my place

not only to partake but to win this race"

with strokes so graceful, he dives into the currents

where courage thrives

the novice swimmer, arms outstretched

learning the rhythm of the rising tide

each stroke, a lesson

as strength takes hold

navigating challenges

and fierce battles ahead

"let me dive deep, fearlessly explore

embrace the currents, from shore to shore

in the swimmer's journey, may i find my way

through life's vast ocean, where dreams may never lead me astray"

the swimmer's collection

i'd often ponder, with a heavy heart

if my love and yours were worlds apart

a crowd others cherished so

as i sought solace, on the path i'd go

yet, in moments of quiet reflection

i sought solace in introspection

a realisation

unveiled a lens, to see life anew

for i found peace in solitude's embrace

while you sought joy in others' grace

you chose companionship, i chose solitude

now i must learn to accept you in your multitude

solitude or companionship?

emptiness, nothing but longs halls

just rothko's endless walls

it knows no end

"i'm just painting my longing for a friend"

an overwhelming lack of detail

a never ending void of an unmesurable scale

to be amazed by simplicity and vulnerability

of a painting so plain but filled with complexity

like a sunset on a summer eve

it‘s hues of orange and red do weave

like a symphony of colour

where each stroke is a different valor

i sincerely hope to find my peace

in your work, in this extraorcinary piece

i thank you for your dedication

as i have found comfort in your eternal translation

rothko

"remember, young and eager heart

this note i write to you, as i depart

i see you, not as myself from the past

but as a child, awaiting a lesson forever to last"

remember, young and eager heart, observe with a careful eye

for not all masks are as they seem, a truth burried beneath the lie

people may hold agendas, hidden in false disguise

but seek the genuine souls, dear one, where authenticy lies

never let illusions cloud your vision, like a misty haze

for truth can be elusive, concealed in subtle ways

do not let naivety be your captor, but remain aware

a cautious spirit guards the heart, you are a fortress built with care

remember, young and eager heart, not to take things too personally

for each soul carries burdens and as a result may act unmercifully

do not take to heart each word they may say

since evils others fight are not yours to slay

release your grip of expectations, let them fly

as they might weigh your spirit, attached to the sky

remember, young and eager heart, expectations breed discontent

embrace life's offerings, unburdened and content

trust in your intutition, that quiet, steady voice

the compass guiding you through life's intricate choice

in each setback, there is a chance for growth and resilience

a triumph of the spirit, a testament to true brilliance

so, young and eager heart, hold these words with care

tread lightly, yet boldly, embrace life's affair

for you'll come to see, that only from the lessons learned

you'll truly feel free

remember, young and eager heart

…from a soothing calm to storms that fiercely wage war, he eventually finds peace on arriving the shore. midst the vast expanse, he finds his way as he continues his journey. day by day.

his swimmer’s collection is complete, he must now await another.”

- takeqpik