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The Earth sings as water coats,
both whispering with secrets
and languages long lost.
And upon both glides two
beings born on land, made
of water
Both are transient,
come death, they are vapor
while one's of God's water,
the majority are from
the Devil's
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Sweet fields from the East
Ride with the sea's harmony
Heal all through seasons

How easy it is to remember someone
only to be slapped with the reality
that they are no longer
there.

How tenderness lives in those gifted hands
that flutter, making keys of ebony and
ivory sing.

Fire in nymph's eyes
Hips sway with star-studded scales
As lips feast on flesh

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Finger-shaped from choux pastry
Dark-gold, crisp, hollow
Smooth vanilla pastry cream
Pale-yellow, so rich
Fresh chocolate ganache
gently spread
Bite!
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We all have that desire
to climb high.

High enough to touch
the Heavens who watch
us through the stars.

High enough to look
down, admiring how
we got to that height,
with all the twists and
turns, stumbles, pauses
and falls.

Some have the chance of
being above the rest
earlier than many.

Those ones usually get drunk
on the power of being above,
never below. The head and
not the tail.

Their egos swell and all they
see, hear, touch and smell
are themselves.

I know because so many have
looked down on me from
above. And you know
what, I smile.

For one thing, you don't
know what sort of moral
compromises they made to
get to where they
are, which is why
I don't envy them.

Or if I do feel any slightly
envious, it's only for
a moment.

But one thing that I've
realised is that those who
get to the top, who look down
on me, who knock off the
crowns of arising kings
and queens.


Can't see what's above their own heads
and just as easily, they can crash and
burn.

Come cries of new life
Signals the war of birthing
Hands held at your side

Amber-studded soul
Mane torn out when mad with grief
Blaze across the sky

Drink from Paradise's pools,
be cleansed and feel glorious
joy.

When one is treated
poorly, lesser than human
It becomes their truth

And it affects them
Crippling their good spirit
Stripping the colours

No matter the race
No matter what they believe
They are still human

Look at their beauty
That radiance that's within
Deeper than their skin

Black, White, Asian, Mixed
Yes, culturally different
But born of one race

We are all human
Don't remain blind in one eye
Embrace all of us

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

Emotions run high
Goodbyes forgotten, yet sweet
Silence becomes noise
My soul speaks, not my body
Let love blossoms once again

What is it we all fear,
reflections in the mirror.
We can't escape fate,
the end is getting nearer.

One became two at one point.
I think I was caught up.
Maybe I did love at the time,
Maybe I didn't.  
Looking back,
through the ripples of time
Back over
730 days...
I see now that I
was only in love with the
idea of love.
I wasn't as clear as the ocean.

I was seen
A soul who thought she had a
stone heart.
And common sense instead
of emotion
A mind over the song of heart
strings
When you love, truly love
You trust and protect
But in truth, you're merely
cutting open your chest
Letting the blood flow
and cupping your beating heart
Trusting someone not to return with
a knife.
I was stabbed there
And the knife was further twisted
When you and your friends
laughed...

Relishing in being single.
Apparently, I have phallophobia

And you announced this
on social media
while
pouring salt and lemon juice into
my wounds...
That's when a glass broke in mind
Love left me blind
Realization made me wise
And I walked away

My limp gone
My scars bare
My eyes dried
Instantly

And a year later,
After the slander,
You message me
Asking for friendship and that
we should catch up
Like everything was OK

Even if I was naive enough to agree
What's there too catch up on?
Honestly?
When you've proven to be
untrustworthy
undeserving
and conniving

You can wait for as long as you want
Till my last breath,
I won't look back
Every chapter closes
You just realised too late

The heartbreak gave me wisdom

Ladies and gentleman,
if you have an ex,
Remember this

Ex = Experience
Ex = Example
Ex = Expiration

And don't ever feel succumb to the
temptation of getting an EXplanation
For anything.
There will come a day
when your head asks
"Do you care about them still?"
and your heart will respond
"Nah. Couldn't care less."

You, heartbreaker, are
at the end of the road

Face
The
Ex=it

Dawn with rose fingers
Stars glimmer in lounging eyes
She weeps from heartbreak

Roses atop spun gold
Sea-green eyes so still with love
Songs are sparrow-sweet

Vengence on her brow
On her palm, crisp gold chaos
For the beautiful

Bolt-haired and moon-skinned
Kiss of dew nourish the Earth
Flora sweetened now