~
Her sweet dewed her fringe
to her forehead.
She had nibbled on the
ivy with leaves of gold
which she turned to powder.
Her eyes filled with passion
as she cups her hands to
drink the flame-laced
syrup born on from
Falling moons
~

Sitting on the edge
Angel water fountain flow
A sweet wish per coin

The  
      moon now  
      floods the snow  
       with a silvern    
                                          kiss       ­                               
In                               ­                   
a robe                                                
the shade of                                              
night trimmed with star                                              
jewels                                                

She
sail­s on
death's white mist
bathed in eldritch
                      days                    

                                                              R­uns
                                                             ­   upon
                                                               the open seas
                                                            ­    of flame and ice
                                                             ­  free


Sweet
musky
  rose from fields
    blooms from Milky
Ways

Fellow logophiles,
let us grab the silk and stitch
the words.

For we have that power
to move the Heaven and
Earth.

Be wary of wolfish sheep
They may wander towards
you

EᔕᔕᕼI
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
The bookshop is alot bigger than
one would assume. High beige
walls, large rounded windows,
Staircases that lead to the upper
levels but most of all, books -
paperback, hardback, leather-
bound all resting comfortably
in the tall polished bookcases.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
All are in order, some alphabetised,
some colour-order.  They can even
see quills, inkpots, canvases, pencils,
letters and stamps all neatly in place.
The shop owner, a curly, black-haired,
strong man in a white shirt, brown
trousers and shoes, standing on a
stool, dusting away the cobwebs.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
When he hears the bell ringing, he
turns and spots Esshi and Ainhara
standing there. Smiling, he hops
down and walks to them.
"Welcome to my bookshop, ladies!"
he beams. "My name's Michael.
And your names?"

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"I'm Hara," says Ainhara calmly
before gesturing to Esshi and Lyn.
"This is Shia and Nyl."
"Nice to meet you all," he greets
them and kisses their hands gently.
"Is there anything that you're
looking for in particular?"

There's something addictive about solitude
because you don't want to deal
with the noise that is
people

Listen to the rain
Unlocking my heart's treasure
I make the bowl sing

Music calms the soul
Drastic changes to be made
Answered by whispers

The noise is now still
My focus is on the sound
Eyes open, born new

✿⊰✲⊱✿
Paul's courtyard is always one to
be admired; high cream coloured
arches with white statues of birds
upon sleek mint-green marble steps.
His myrtle hedges, high, hale and
trim, in spiral shapes that decorate
the courtyard; potted flowers and
trees by them.

✿⊰✲⊱✿
As the carriage rides down the mosaic
path to the palace; a glittering rainbowtic
mosaic orchestra for the eyes; me and
my ladies look to see the large-marble statues
built upon a large pond with waterlilies;
a life-sized history lesson of the proud
Kings of Luciuscemi from the first to
the current, King Paul, in his carved
regalia.

✿⊰✲⊱✿
The music grows into a crescendo as we
approach the palace. We admire his private
pool houses, each of various colours but had
mahogany steps and hanging flower baskets
and lights which makes me smile - I usually
came to Paul's court to discuss treaties but
to also relax and get away from home.
Paul always made sure his guests were
taken care of.

✿⊰✲⊱✿
"Look, my Lady!" says Ainhara and she points
at the benches of flowers; daffodils, roses,
lavender, rosemary, mint, white lilies
and many more. "He put flowers there in
your honour."
"Not just mine," I smile, "but of all his friends
from Kingdoms near and far. I am looking
forward to seeing him again."

Too many underestimate the power of the pen.
They are mesmerized by the argent arc of a sword.

Leaves gliding gracious
Ecstasy to ride the wind
Chasing another

A productive day
I went to a film screening
Fun, but I'm so drained

The tongue is dipped into
sun-like ink. Prepared and
with its slick tip, it makes its  
trail from the body, to shoulder,
to neck and to lip,
Round and round, focused,
skilful.

Soft, slow and steady
upon a body of the finest ivory.
Teasing as it swirls, twists and
turns, to make a body with love
and beauty.

As it rightfully desires to be marked,
to be loved,
to be teased,
and desired.

So when the tongue moves away,
and the trail finally sets, I hold
up the bashful body as if it were
sacred. I watch it glow and
instinctively know, that
it will stand the
test of time.

A beauty above all else...

I shouldn't be...sorry
I couldn't be...sorry
I can't be...sorry
I won't be...sorry
Why should I be...sorry?
How could I be...sorry?
Why can't I be...sorry?

Sorry.
Sorrow.
   Sullied.
       Serried.

I should be proud of the smile I wear, right?
...no?
...I'm sorry...

Hair now strokes my cheek
Happy thoughts flies with the wind
The sweet wind chimes sings

You shouldn't feel the need to apologise
for burning so brightly.

✿⊰✲⊱✿
"Indeed. Well, I won't keep you. Seems like
you are rather hungry."
"All I had was breakfast and Pu'erh tea so I was
being good.  And I still am! I don't plan on
eating too much until the honoured guests
arrive." I smile.
"As do I. Enjoy your snacks. I'll bid the time
with more admiration for Paul's collection of art...
after saving your handmaids from Paul's relentless
flirting."
He points at Paul with a flushing Esshi and a
giggling Ainhana as I shake my head.
"As you will." I smile.

✿⊰✲⊱✿
King Omni, Fugue and Emeka are all
seated on one table laughing. I notice
King Edmund tucking a rose behind his
wife's ear; Queen Sarita and Jugnu sit
with Kim, Yidna and Sue all laughing,
Queen Robin and Fawn admire the ice
sculptures. True to his word, King Brandon
went to save Esshi from turning more deep
shades of red, playfully scolding Paul for
embarrassing her. We are all having a good
time until it is broken by the herald's cry,
"Queen Donna of Vesian! And her husband, King Dean!"

Upon an oak
boat

I float on the sea
like a petal

swilling down
sun-kissed liquor

the gentle waves
rocking the boat

cleaning my
hanging feet

the kind winds
so cooling

The fingers of
light caress me

seemingly flirting
with my skin

The skies dawn
into a shade of blue

bright, clear and true
With closed eyes

I hear the whispers
of the sea's secrets

as my oak and I
wash up on shore

my feet meet the
sand first and then

my buttocks
the water strokes the

stones and the
belly of the oak

crashing back to make
sand angels with

the firewater in hand
I sigh close my

eyes and open my
mind to the magic

that is under the
golden sun

ᗩIᑎᕼᗩᖇᗩ ᑕOᑎT.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Then her eyes falls onto the various tiger lilies,
leopard lilies and the Queen Mother's
favourite of them all, calla lilies.
How each of them fill the air with
perfume-sweet songs! Each flower are near
the manmade pools, and bird baths and
the large stone fountains.
Florists are talking and laughing
as they made several flower arrangements,
each featuring the calla in it's classy glory.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Lady Ainhara?" she hears the guard snap
her from her thoughts.
"Ah, sorry." Ainhara follows him towards
the Moon-Lily Gate, the circular opening
that Queen Lyn has ordered be created
during her visits to East. The door is
made of iron-bars that are sculpted,
taking the shape of the proud peacock;
another favourite of the Queen Mother,
which the guards open.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Hold on." Ainhara quickly skips over the stone
paths to one of the florists. "Make a flower
arrangement for the Queen herself. Use all
of her favourites. And...if you can, use lavender.
When you're done, hand it to Esshi... give her
a quill, inkpot and paper. She'll know what to do.
She's currently in the Kitchens."
"Right away, Lady Ainhara," the florist nods.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
'Hopefully this will make our Mistress smile...'
With a smile, Ainhara runs back to the Guard
and exits through the Moon-Lily Gate and
out of the gardens until she comes to the
side entrance of Aurelinaea's grand palace.
'And just in time too!'
Riding into the Royal Courtyard are
many merchants with wagons and
wagons of crates and trunks;
silver Aurelinaean guards riding white
mares beside them.

People come from all walks of life
You can agree or disagree but
never ever breach that
level of respect.

♡      
       I
          respect
           myself   to
             be able      to
           walk

To              
live, you              
must learn how          
to FLY - First Love            
You              

I'm                          ­                  
all for                                          
aiding the                                          
self - love, respect                                        
worth                                          

No                                                             ­             
longer                                             ­                             
will I prove                                                            ­                
myself to any                                                              ­            
one                                                             ­               

The                          
focus                          
is  only                          
proving that I                          
can                          

         I
              hold dear
           qualities
                valued more  than
                money

                               ­                              Love
                                                            ­respect
                                                         ­    self-esteem
                                                     ­         belief, kindness
                                                        ­      trust

             I  
              respect  
              myself  to  
             ­  be able      to
                walk  

I                      
spread my                      
wings  to  fly                      
alo­ne    and     yet                      
free                    

Sweet                                                            ­                  
lantern                                       ­                                     
I   ask   you                                                              ­              
to keep moving                                                           ­               
up                                                              ­            
So
put up
your proud flag
     Let       it      proudly
wave

     ♡

The light has come again
I'm a flower, not a bud
I'm fragrantly proud

Hope as been restored
Got alot of work ahead
To the Queen's Study!

I dare not dull my mind
with wine, unless it's
truly sweet. As much I want
to rest, I hear my pen's pleas,
as its golden blood bleeds; for
to always stay vertical! Only
on my deathbed, should it
be laid to rest horizontally.

Milk maid with gold crown
Rose-tinted cheeks glow with warmth
Smiles with loving grace

Looking at pictures
Running water heals my soul
Tea's brewing away

Your truth is not my truth nor is it the truth.
The truth is the truth is not easy.
The truth is the truth has many roads, many forests.
But the truth will always be the truth:
Honest and harsh and damaging
but alive and freeing.
The truth is the truth can be a defeat as well as victory.
The truth is the truth is a sword and shield.

No matter how bad your situation may seem,
bear in mind that there's someone in
a worse position that you are.

I rest but don't sleep.
I eat but don't taste.
I hear but not listen.
I linger but not dream.
I rise but don't wake.
I look but don't see.
I touch but don't feel.

Words from our mouths can be swords
from a sheathe.
An arrow on a bow.
A stone from a sling.

There are people who can sing

and

There are people who sing

There are people who can rap

and

There are people who rap

There are people who can dance

and

there are people who dance

There are people who can write

and

there are people who write


The difference is that with ones who 'can' are
usually the ones you bob your head
to as well as acknowledge.

But with the ones who just do what they do?
There are the ones who touch your soul.

The fall of colours
Every fallen leaf ablaze
Harvest mixed with sleet

Lost in a daydream
Let my griefs fall with cold days
Flightless bird in snow

I'll
never
fall    on   my
knees, so let them
leave
  ♡  
    n          
e            
v            
e          
r      
♡
       a
             g
                a
                   i  
           n
         ♡
  g  
o      
♡        
o        
n    
   ♡
          a
              n
               d
            ♡
      l
e
a      
v        
  e      
    ♡

                    They
                    O  N  L  Y
                    made  my   life
                     toxic,       now      I
                    breathe
                   ♡
         I
   ♡
c      
a          
n        
♡  
  f
        i
              n
             a
         l
    l
y
♡        
b        
r      
e  
      a
              t
          h
      e  
♡      

My                          
wings can                        
spread and stretch                        
They're gone, I'm now                        
free                        
♡                      
n                      
o                  
♡        
    m  
       o
         r
      e
♡  
d        
r            
a            
m    
    a
          ♡
                I
                  ♡
                 a
             m
       ♡
f    
r          
e          
e    
      ♡

                       I
                        know the
                        true few friends
                       who  care  and  love
                      me
                      ♡
             t
      h
a  
n    
k
      ♡
              G
                    o
                   d
              ♡
         t
h
a      
t        
♡  
       I
              ♡
         h      
    a          
v    
   e
            ♡
                      t
                             h
                               e
                           m
                  ♡

I beseech thee to hold up the
silvern lantern

Be thy guiding light and
walk with me into
tomorrow

There is one thing people can learn from Halloween.
We live a a world where people are
tricked by the ones
they treated right.

Many years and tears pass
till we stare and rise
from the ashes
of love

Beauty isn't in the breast implants
Beauty isn't in the pouty lips
Beauty isn't in the **** implants
Beauty isn't in the skin bleaching
Beauty isn't in the small waistline
Beauty isn't in the tight clothing
Beauty shouldn't be paid for just to be
looked at.
Just to have millions of followers on
social media
Just to be accepted.

And yet, we praise it.
We praise what is artificial over what's real.
We praise those willing to expose themselves
Yet you call them *****, and slams the opposite
for being *****.

You feel entitled to see a woman's exaggerated
body
That contributes to their deaths
That contributes to the deep need that they ask themselves

      "Am I beautiful now?"

Tomorrow will be today
Today will be yesterday

That one yesterday I
promised to get work
done!

Quills in the inkpot
Papers scattered but
they're ready

But I put it off for tomorrow
                                           tomorrow
                                tomorrow
                       ­                 tomorrow

The same tomorrow of today
when today is yesterday

It's become my art form
Wasting time for tomorrow,
the thief!

The thought is so daunting
Ever so daunting

Of a piece of my work
that is left unfinished

~
The few should never represent
the many.
~

The rivers of youth and the blessing
of outer beauty will fleet
But it will live on eternal if your soul
holds onto it.

Grass sways soft and still
Sweet chorus and cry from far
Birds swoop and soar high