Moon
gently
shines as the
river flows free
And I hold my breath
as the sunshine of stars
morphs into the Heaven's gate
The grass waves with the lake's slumber
as the leaves fall and drifts soft and slow
And I dream of the treasure trove of Spring

And so it starts, the swing of Lanterns
So smooth as the winds begin to howl
Spring will blossom on the morrow
Let the Fall spread in silence
And the night covers all
I need the refuge
that silent hush
the cool night,
feathers
drift

When I think of all the tears and turbulence life has
given me, it sometimes makes me hard for
me to forgive this world

I usually would find peace in the solitude
and my waters would be still. I'd
honestly prefer that than to
feel alone amidst this
sea of life

But now, I've learned to dance with the
naiads by the Springs of Many Lives.
With her hand in mind, the life-stream
strums and begins to form rings

Each ripple made is a bond that
grows stronger in time
Each one beaming
with many hues

Now I see, the true beauty of life.
The waters will run hot, cold and
warm. We all will dance
different dances.

But the Naiads show me the beautiful
bonds I have made with my fellow
Kings and Queens on HP from all
walks of life who wear their
crowns with pride.

That is a life I yearn for.

For my diadem to be made of
pure starlight.

For me to have such understanding
makes me shed true
tears of joy.

Pure as baby's breath
Veils be blessed with good repute
when two becomes one

Willow-swift beauty
Flowered fruits have earned her praise
For she is acclaimed

She with cheeks so fair
Her eyes dance with merriment
Love encrowns her brows

Fingers tend to keys
Her hands precise with passion
Leave all souls enriched

Sigh with every stitch
Her hands soft with abundance
Smiles with sweet prosper

I dance to the tune of seductive solitude.

People underestimate and devalue

the strength of a body that's strong and thrives

but bound by a mind that wishes to die.

It's in everything that we do.
All that you are able to achieve and more.
No matter who you are...

The moon's virginal silvern lustre
drapes over the navy blue curtains
There is a sacred power that the moon has,
for it is the Left Eye of the goddess, Bast
An Eye of Ra, Great Lady of the East,
She Who Earned a Crown of
the Orisha

Her silverfire grants the felines power
to turn the simple black cat into a
panther at night

As black, swift and silent as a raven's wing
With eyes as green as a meadow in Spring
Stalking the jungle with the darkness
as her cloak

But with darkness dawns a new and bright light
For she is a Orisha with the sun in her heart
For she passes the flame into the herb
shaped like a heart, swept and burning
with violet glow

That burns through every vein of yours
and then you rise,
born again new

Consume that flame, eat Her heart and
she will meet you in the Ancestral
Planes but take great care,
as she grants you her
presence and power
on if you are worthy

Under the glimmering borealis
Flickers of violet and pink and white
becoming moving flames with kisses of blue
that stroke the various crests of clouds
Lights that dance, ride and raise with  
winds of hope and change though
the infinite skies

Hearing murmurs and voices
the wind will blow around you,
a changed spirit
It is then you will know
It is then you will see
That Bast is smiling directly at you

Come and meet the Panthers who molded
the past in order to make sense
and build the future

Come and meet the Panthers who united
the tribes,
turning war to peace

And now here comes the new King
Who knows there is strength in unity
For tribes divided can never stand
And through learning that he possessed
a naively closed mind, scrutinised
the words spoken, not the ones
who were speaking

He was not his father but now with the
Mantle passed, he must learn from
his father's mistakes

Prince T'challa of Wakanda
Son of King T'chaka
Rise from cub to the
Panther on the
protective prowl

Seen worthy of Bast's blessings
carries her Eye that is never blind
He will remember all that his eyes have
scene from his successes and struggles
but also his heart

The Heart of a King
with the fire in his spirit
Sprint o'er the sea towards the horizon
The Black Panther who reigns
over Wakanda

How he stands proudly
with a coat of black
with his heart rooted and mind
conscious of the mistakes of the past,
has his eyes of the sunrise
which has the world and beyond
singing to the Sun, the Moon
and Wakanda's sacred tune

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

Faintest summer night
Death will come and take the light
I fear for yonder

Let all the mountains
Fall on their knees as the world
is cleansed, born anew

~
I cannot pretend to be something
I already am...
~

When the world washes all in flames, and faith is lost
When screams shatter the skies, and swallows the light
Look to the stars, Dear Heart, and listen.
For I will forever love you
And I will forever guide you.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
He saw crumbs with his wife
and children.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
For the home was not full of love,
he choose to raise and nurture
fear.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
He saw wealth in chasing the
thrill of the illicit than soothing
the pain he caused with us in the
picture.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
Who now recalls that he's getting
old. You think you're a man.
You were never a man.
You were and always
will be an immature
boy.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
If anyone was my Father,
it was definitely my mother.
She did all she can to shield me.
She practically raised me.
With her, I didn't have any
memory re-written.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
My mother played at both roles
But of course, she's strong because
she had her father and the
Holy Father.
They all are still here.
They will guide me.
He added another year
so I know He loves me.
I'll make my mistakes.
I may walk the wrong path
But with them at my side,
I'll always find my way back.


Truth of the matter is
Any man can be a father, but it takes a
REAL man
to step up and be
a Dad.

Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn

I don't fear personal growth.
Emotionally.
Mentally.
Physically.
Financially.

In growth, I feel like I can find
my stability.

What I fear is being stunted.
Forgotten in the soil
never basking in
the light.

There is nothing worse than
feeling chained and trapped
in place where the sun don't
shine

Fears grow in my mind
I do need your gentle touch
So I can blossom

Lamenting embrace
Memories are lost in time
Murmurs of a dream

Fortune falls on me
Answers take wing on whispers
Leaves without a care

Shame hinders my heart
The light ascends without me
I await the storm

A feather in flight
A cool wind now follows me
The flame now guides me

"Are you ok? Your family, Where are they now?"
They are where they are. They follow the winds blown.
"It's so dark! Light a candle here!"
You can light six-and-twenty. Makes no difference. My heart is still dim.
"Don't say such things. You've got your whole life ahead."
Do I?
"Yes."
Would that I could join you. Would that I could be you. I'm deaf to the tolls of my caged heart.

Raising gold hour
Light over dahlian fields
Colours coat the earth

So many words unspoken from various flowers,
but they live and thrive.
They are tender creations of God with radiant souls.
For in a world so muddled, they are rays of beauty.

Lust is a malady,
Carnal for two bodies

Love is a lyre
The warm embrace of
two souls

Love and Lust and Hate
all cross with fine lines

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.

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

There are so many things I do want to fix
Which is why I am rather anxious
to be and not be seen
I question if I am
ready, and to
be honest
I

really
don't know
I want to fix and show
the best of me. Not the perfect
me, but a human me. So much I want
to fix about me. So much I have to fix about me.

~
"Can you be flawless?" you ask me.
"So you love me less because of them?"
I reply.
~

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

Under a tree with misted stars as fruits,
the flowers sleep in a coat of dew.

Starlight on my palm
Peel back the light and you'll see
the scared soul beneath

☆

Worthy of a shard
Of the greatness I've longed dreamed
A loose thread blown far

☆

Pain tugs at my seams
As I am merely adrift
In one grand design

☆

On vespertine days
I pick loose feathers to weave
Wings to fly so free

Flowers sway careless
I'm a budding stargazer
A flourishing Queen

See the butterfly as
a flying flower.

See all the maidens in pain
Sealed in luxury on the edge of the moon
Fair flowers forced to love their chains
Who feign affections for the Sun King

They're weeping in the shadows
And dream a dream of love
Forever bound and shackled
Only to rise above

To excel, they must all shed blood
Monthly moons and out
Shed a tear for the flowers in the prison

Though beauties spout and bud round them
They smile and sing to the Sun King's chime
Beneath the petals, they covet his rays
How hopeless you are, vagaries of time

Just like the Sun is King, the moon is his queen
In arrogance, he doesn't see the flowers envy
For they needed him to grow and rise above it all
So they tend to their weeds
Knowing if they are caught
They will burn and fall...

to
chase the
light in life
dare to run and
fly

Touch
heaven's
face with the
candle that burns
bright

Know
that the
lights will guide
back to the right
path

Close
your eyes
Let your flame
Make the dark night
bright

Integrity is a virtue that is a choice to learn and uphold,
Not something that we are born with

Blood is our poetry
Soul is our music
Hearts has our passion
Minds are our guides

From the shadows, the Hiddens Ones lurk
Transient life that make a cause immortal

~
Injustice will always spur many under
the flag of one cause
When kindred souls are united by the fire of tragedy,
they have the power to change the world
~

For all the friends I haven't met yet,
you're not alone.
Just believe.
There is nothing you cannot
do.

Imagine.
Your gift, your craft, your love,
seeping.
Your fingers become a sanguine
fountain, bubbling and oozing down the drain.
Like your dreams.
Like your craft
The shadows of fear and anxiety wrap around you.
Your paranoia hazing your vision.
Your thoughts becoming drums in your mind
and you feel numb.
Empty.
And you fall on the floor,
your gift in your hand
your fingers are extant
but they feel like nothing but phantoms.
It is then that you know the value of life.
The unpredictability is
the
Grim Reaper...

Unpredictability was nearly the
death of this author.

I seem to be deaf to the moon.
So pure yet cold,
it's soft light whispering deep
into my soul, lulling me to a peaceful
rest and yet, I turn away
Various seconds, minutes, hours, days,
months, years blow by like the wind;
fleeting and colourless
Am I not just a speck of dust,
a dancing vapour,
a grain of sand that will
crumble and be forgotten?
How I yearn to be more,
transcend through this mortal coil
to be free of any burdens
to not let my emotions gnaw and drink
from the pools of my sense
my securities
my dreams
and turn a woodland meadows
of light, life and birdsongs
into a blackened forest with raining
ash, brimstone sky
My quill and ink are there
but my hand turns to
that of golden stone, beautiful
but stiff
Still lost I am...
Where is the girl I thought I was?
I fear that all I've cloaked
I will one day become...
I know it's all obscure
But I plan to overcome

I'll
never
fall    on   my
knees, so let them
leave
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-
I have no need nor want
for a scripted
heart
-

It's kind of funny
To have people hate on me
When they don't know me

Born in chaos dawn
Led by her defiant heart
Rise to conquer plains

For
love is
a gamble,
I'll give all I
have or nothing at all to feel your warmth