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A collection of poetry that explores themes of love, loss, spirituality, philosophy and morality. Leah Solmaz is a self proclaimed 'all round creative' having tried her hand at a number of creative fields such as acting, filmmaking, writing, music and art over a number of years. This collection spans 13 years of exploration and self reflection.
excerpt taken from Rambling Revelation
This unfathomable commodity sits just behind my eyes
I often wonder if people can see my thoughts are cast adrift
Spinning, falling out of sync
On a whirlwind of sheer uncertainty
All the while I am totally whole yet disconnected
A paradigm of crumbling steps that lead to false melody
A hollow drum that swells and bursts
And what’s more? What’s worse? Lost in enigmas and words
The constant burning of what’s next?
What lies in wait or waits to lie?
God grant me peace and rest once I have scaled the tides
And released hold of the grappling line
Surety in nothing more than a distant light
Amidst the chaos and the cloudy rites
All by night of course, where lonely shadows dance on walls
I still am void, ache, this burden unbearable to take
What’s the point? I have purpose but not in walks or trails
I so happily sought, fought and failed
Not in faces or hands nor any man
Not in dreams I adamantly spoke or anything I really know
Sweetest fancy and harkened boon, I still strive
But I am unable to shake off this claw that binds
Seductively it wraps around my chest and draws
Sharp talons that stretch the fleshy sigh taught
The fountain of youth starts to trickle dry
So too my soul’s once curious eyes
Goddamn this existence, these brief moments of credence
They only spring clarity to stare down the abyss
As I lay my head to sleep, feeling completely incomplete
To think my exaltation to really be has caused a few to flee
Whom I readily envy. For how can I too escape
What is locked inside my tempestuous brain?
So lo the change, the silent chase
Still I’m bound, laid bare to this wondrous fate
That beautiful yet bittersweet unknown, a temptress that welcomes
Yet concealed behind a mask of stoicism lies her true face
The Gnostic heart does break to think it too is chained
To a meaningless facade, this howling circus of doubt
Revered for wealth, a fearful hell whose tenants elect
Hallowed ground instead of unearthly realms
I contemplate endlessly on how now the gentle heart
Should it harden and revoke every charge?
That saying misery loves company makes me pause
And think what a splendidly tragic and broken clause
To end this bout of puzzled tendency and puddled reverie
Like the alchemical trade of thought to action
Do I simply recoil and bite my own tail?
An eternal spiral that keeps spinning til the grave.
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