If you want to have your cake and
eat it too, don't be shocked
when karma bites you.

Stand united, fall divided.
Arise to show you
can stand alone.

In running water
She prepares her healing hands
Work upon the sick

Sweet fields from the East
Ride with the sea's harmony
Heal all through seasons

Let gratitude be a great
star-pin on your soul.

The will of the Heavens
weaves its creations
great tapestries
of love and
grief.

Sitting here haunted
My thoughts are reservoirs
But they can be art

For I'm living art
Filled with emotional memory
Untapped potential

Pain that always drips
and aches as I age in life
But it helps me grow

And though I do love,
I am wrapped in hatred's thorns
Not all wounds will heal

Write what I remember
Remember why I'm writing
Light what I remember
Remember what needs lighting
Fight what I remember
Remember why I'm fighting
Unite what I remember
Remember what needs uniting

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Everyone is a unique seed
with a potential to bloom
into something beautiful
Nurture yourself as pure
and consistent as love itself
Fear no drought
For you are not destined
to wilt before your time
You will have all you need
to get to the stage of flowering
All your God given talents,
known and hidden,
discover, refine, hone
Bloom...
-

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You claim to see true but yet you fail
to understand a key factor of sight:
The perception of one's self is
different from reality
-

Can one hold the bones of dead dreams
With ashes and embers rising in the air
Walking down a grey road with
a beating heart in hand.
Black and chained, strained and pained
to my mind and soul.
For I want to be one who can finally sleep
but with each passing day, I can't seem
to find rest, or peace.
When will it end...?
The method to my madness.
The rage of instability.
The constant lashes and screams of self-doubt.
I feel so hollow...
Tell me.


What remains when a thought is forgotten?
What remains when one feels hollow?

Have you ever known a rose
to be born with soft thorns

Have you ever known a heart
to be a still sea

Have you ever known a mind to
be a mere, simple garden

Never get so lost in competing
that you lose interest in giving
your creations meaning.

Let's be 100 here.
You could be the most loyal
the most caring
the most attentive
the most attractive
the most affectionate
You could be one making all the efforts
the one spending the most time
with your 'investment'
...and in the end,
that person STILL walks away
Don't be questioning yourself
wondering where you went wrong
or what you could of done better
wondering if there was anything else
you could have sacrificed to keep them around

You are worth FAR MORE than that
Don't devalue yourself and feel like you're
missing something, that you absolutely need them
Don't beg to keep them around, let them go
Being loyal doesn't make you stupid -
but being loyal to someone whose walked
away IS stupid
In life, people come and go, but I've learned
that when the time is right, you will gain
something better

So I say when you see reality's hand raised,
welcome the slap
Wake up, move on and clap

Hope falls like a star
Words taken out of context
I want to retreat

I've found that when it comes to sacrificing
something you love to do, you always
end up finding one reason not to

Practice your craft as if your life depends on it.
Persist to overcome all that comes your way.
Passion will be your fuel. Don't let the flame die from life's water.
And when it's your time to shine,
perform like failure is non-existant

I merely express my rioted mind
A forest of thoughts and loves
screams and fears,
angels and demons that run rampant
Leaving no part of me unmarred
For I am too aware of all around me
With eyes that speak more than they say
I may not say it but I miss nothing
Perhaps if I were stupid, I would be much happier

My heart is a torrent
Can I no be soothed by a coat of dew and a kiss of rain
I merely a woman who wishes to live and not survive
To be recognised but not seen
To contribute to a craft that I so truly love
For I only am one and have one life to live
For all the things I lack in this life,
Physical beauty
Total confidence
A pure conscience

But my fire is there to keep me warm from world's chaos

I sincerely hope that my many mistakes
will not overshadow my passions
For now, I truly understand the power
of artistic expression and integrity
And I feel as I do not deserve to even
tread the path of those I have admired all
these years and have been immortalised in mind...

I truly do not want to be false, a fraud, a fake
But more then ever, I want to be free...
Never will I take the power of the pen for granted again
For writing may be the is the one true
thing that shows the best part of me...

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I sail

my mind's

tide of

many questions

And only

under the

Eye will

I find

the answers

Love, an element
that can transcend
many lifetimes

Love, an parasite that
can destroy
a nation

Love, a flame that when
left unattended, can
ravage and not
irradiate

Such much it has to give.
The very gift of love

There will be thousands of people doing
the same thing as you. Just keep in
mind, there is only ONE you.
So walk down your path.

L i g H t - h e a r t e d
    W h o l E - h e a r t e d
            W e A k - h e a r t e d
T e n d e R - h e a r t e d
        S o f T - h e a r t e d
                               B r o k e n - h e a r t e d
                L a R g e - h e a r t e d
                  P r O u d - h e a r t e d
                          K i n d - h e a r t e d
              F r E e - h e a r t e d
         S t o N y - h e a r t e d

Raise your hands and
touch the strings of my
soul

Feel the music of my life
between your fingers
with every strum and
pluck

Listen to the magic of
my inner melody
Both the tranquil and
the disastrous spells

Dear everyone and no-one,
beloved musician
this is my ode

Beautiful things
lead difficult
lives.

The lyre of love sings
The flutes of God inspires
The angels of silvern wings
Spindle of dread's pyre

You wear the crown, my sweet
Let stars light up your dreams
Speak true, my parakeet
Spread your wings and soar and
gleam

How I want two things
To stand out and stay hidden
To let passion speak

Daughter of harvest
Warm spring hands beckons death's breath
Arils strokes her lips

Let creative souls be creative souls.
Don't think that you're better,
give them their due
respects.

The blue moonlight is winking
                                over the cool ocean and I am
                  wrapped in shadows

The howling winds will soon
                                 emerge and calm the grumble
  of the earth.

  I can hear the humans laugh,
                                walking side by side, hand in
                                             hand, and the light of the moon        
            caresses the sands

           How each of their steps commands
                                   nothing but passion and in my
                                           own small arms, are still and tiny    
griefs          

             The night spreads around smoothly
                                      and the skies are full of birds pre-
                                destined to pass and reach the
Heavens      

      There I am, in the sea, seeing the
                                    humans dance happy upon the
                                               sands. So many lives, so many            
       stories above...

With no notion of the stories, light and dark,
that lay below.

Love and war's eternal kismet
are forever bound
They are hand
in hand

Women of the Spring
Sitting on the vast Floral Hearts
Wings flutter gently

Fitted for armor, fitted for dresses.
Learn the sword or needle's dance.
Both stained with blood.
One for war, one for flowers.
The shadow prays for a light's chance.

Her glare pierces true
For she always comes to light
Bitter yet so free

Cosmos on her palms
Fates long written in the stars
Though far, she is near

Be passionate about your craft
and always try to
perfect it.

-
The quill...
My weapon of choice,
my inner seed that gives
life to my inner fire,
all of my turmoils
is also, at times,
the root of my
misery.
-

There's something so magnetic about the colour grey.
  It's neither dark nor light.
Not evil or good.
It's a calm colour of silence.
And it's comforting too.
It's easy for me to float in gray clouds.
Lay in grey sheets.
Even talk to the stone graves.
Despite the ugliness in the world, there are still splashes of love and wonder around.
But as the sands run by, I feel weaker and I just want to stay put
in silence.
The brilliance of white permeates through every corner though the world itself is stripped of it day by day.
The shadows of blackness wrap around us from time to time. It can be easy to succumb and surrender.
I'm so tired, so drained.
I just want to sleep and stay lost in the grey...

Be moved, be touched, be enamoured
by words that have to power to calm
your storms, hear the noise, and
speak the truth

Politics indeed is the art of compromise:
the compromise of integrity, that is.