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: ‘Constellations’

Stars live and stars die
every second in the night-sky
without anyone even blinking an eye;
friendships are made, relationships end, hearts are broken,
every hour of every day- rain or shine,
the constellations of your life change all around you
until there pattern reforms into a brand new design.

One day you are walking down the high-street of your local town
admiring the architecture of the buildings
and smiling gleefully at the amount of joy in the air,
and the next day you are walking down the same street
as buildings burn, people cry, and shop owners look on in horror
as their livelihood crumbles before their eyes,
and they can do nothing but stare.

We all live and are all in a relationship with one another,
no matter our location, language, or life-story-
what we do impacts all; each one of us are elements, experiments,
interactions, and reactions, in a sphere-shaped, chaotic,
constantly-changing and evolving laboratory.

Nothing in life can live alone, the world doesn’t work that way-
no matter the direction you go,
there is always someone who is going to meet you halfway,
and if conditions are well-met,
then no force on Earth could ever drive you away.

When we build something from the ground up,
when we are there at the conception of something-
the essential DNA that binds and bolsters somethings existence forevermore;
to then one day see it lying at your feet in tatters,
is somethings that no one could ever prepare themselves for.

Buildings can be rebuilt;
over time a heart once broken can be mended, if not forgotten;
the death of one star will one day help and give rise to the birth of another-
life goes on and only in one direction,
we must embrace everything, and learn from every stutter.

Everything shines for a short time;
when we are born we are truly free to be and to do anything,
without a name, a past, or expectations;
but as we grow with the world everything changes,
and the choices of our lives become the stars of our constellations.

(Source: poetauniversalis.wordpress.com)

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