Mark Hastings

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Hi there! I’m Mark Hastings! I’m afraid I am not someone who plays an instrument, or sings; however, what I am, what I love, and what I one day hope to be, is a poet and dreamer who can move the world with his poetry. I haven’t always been a poet, and while growing up I was not much of a writer; however, I was always a boy that saw the world to be that much brighter; I always looked upon friends more optimistically than they saw themselves; and when I dreamed I dreamed of starships, far-off worlds, and elves; I watched TV, listened to music, and read the great works of the best- Star Trek, John Lennon, Shakespeare, Tolkien- with enraptured interest. While growing up I loved to draw, paint, and I loved to use vibrant colours; I loved works of art that resonanted and harmonized with what naturally occurs; however, when it came to rhymes, poets, poems, and poetry, I always fell-short- I suppose, in retropsect, it was a fear of misunderstanding that I could not thwart. However, cometh the muse, cometh the inspiration, cometh the poetry, cometh the poet- and when you are blessed with a such a gift you never fail to feel, love, and know it.

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My Poem: ‘Torch’

Everyone who has ever lived has been touched and guided
by a million people or more during their lifetime-
anyone who has ever picked up an instrument
and has ever stayed up until after midnight creating their opus,
completely oblivious of the time,
never forgets their first euphonically-inspired rhyme.

Everyone carries a torch throughout their lives
that was ignited at the very moment that they came into being,
everyone is the bearer of a great gift from the day that they are born
that goes beyond teaching, instinct, or feeling-
everyone is empowered with curiosity
the moment that they first open their eyes,
every child is in awe and secretly never forgets
the morning that they saw their first sunrise.

We are the most inspired and the most fearless in our lives
when we are a child-
when you are a kid everything is new, undiscovered, epic;
you can run a marathon everyday, and let your imagination go wild.

Everyone of us is a human-torch,
burning constantly and burning brightly
the invisible flame of a revitalizing blaze-
everyone of us has an imagination like that of an inferno
that can spread beyond our minds
and can manifest in many different and enlightening ways.

How we choose to use our light
and the direction that we decide to take our spark
varies infinitely from child to adult, from daughter to son-
musically, artistically, inspirationally, athletically-
by capturing others in their wake with wonder,
or by scoring a home-run.

Everyone who will ever live will touch and guide
the destinies of millions of people whom they will never meet
eons of years into the future-
every flame that has ever beaconed
will light the way of everything that has yet to occur.

Anyone who has ever written a song,
anyone who has ever imagined a story,
or who has ever looked up at the night-sky
and dreamed of something extraordinary from the comfort of their porch
is the beholder and the wielder on an energy so extraordinary
and so brilliant that they shine more incandescently
and more unbelievably than the stars above,
because they are an everlasting and an ever-burning torch.