In the monsoon,
I walked colonised streets
trying to befriend a city,
forged fields and bright street lights,
they often vanished inside my eyes
to see happy children on beaches;
glass ceilings shattering to find a sky,
that broke down abruptly
to weep on my shoulders.
I swam in the rain
only to meet those children at the beach.
They roofed me under white curtains,
for the Witch might try to grab me,
plait my hair
and take me back
to her hall of circus.

Every flower,
every breeze,
every wounded bird in a city
are part of a folklore
where minstrels live,
they all sing me
back to beaches.

Skies were always fascinating
Them with their blue hues
Brightness in even the darkest navy
Accented with silver twinkle
Or giants made of pillow softness
The whitest mattresses in the sky
But it always daunts me how skies are grey
With their plush blues
Gone to waste
The doom of smoke comes to play
But then comes the tears of those enchanted
With droughts and disparity
But grey skies don't always cry
Not the ones that smoke you dry
They force the water out of smiles
Those who couldn't revoke
No one asks to be blown up by the mist of our greed
And for a second there is fire but the rest is just need
Sadness wanders beautiful cities
Whilst their people are broke
Burning the happiness of children on the streets
Or whatever is left of them
So When I look up
At night or day
And see the blue is here today
and with my fear I look up high,
My god, thank you for a clear blue sky

My elegant queen
Full of beauty and grace
Jewelry made of gold
Clothes of the finest lace

When I see you
It all seems surreal
Cannot control
These emotions I feel

Your hair soft like silk
Your eyes so sultry and dark
Whenever you're near
I feel a spark

You feel it too
I see that look in your eye
These feelings we have
We cannot deny

Let's surrender our souls
To our deepest desire
Let our bodies succumb
To the heat of this fire

A fire that burns
Deep down in our soul
I must have you now
To make me whole

You'll always be my queen
And I'll be your slave
This love that we shared
I'll take to my grave

If good loved good
What a universe it will be
If it was freedom
And evil wasn't set free
If man loved woman
There will be an vision
And if good loved good
What a universe it will be
If good chose favourite
From the good that it saw

And if everyone are make the same
Why does heaven has a angel
If the universe is a mission
Then he/she hold the key
If the truth of the answer
Lie without you and me
Then let good be good
And let the peoples of us be free.

                   By K-mari ©2016

She conquered her demons,
               and wore her scars like...
                              Wings.  
We all get burned down sometimes.
But the next step is a choice.
Do you let your ashes blow away?
Or do you rise from the ashes like a
Phoenix?
The choice is yours so,
Choose wisely.