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  Sep 2018 Adele
Edmund black
Everything in my life
Falling apart
And
Simultaneously
everything in my life
pulling itself together
The truth is
life breaks everyone
life breaks everything
Nevertheless
I choose positive thoughts
I choose adaptability
I choose compassion
I choose gratitude
I choose love
I choose humility
I choose courage
I choose to keep moving forward
I choose to create a beautiful life
within the ugliness of it all
I choose to reach inside myself
and ignite a fire that will burn
forevermore
And at the end of it all
I know I will emerge victorious
within those broken places
Adele Sep 2018
The crisp air of summer,
blew the kite up high

He cut the string
and whispered a goodbye

‘you are now free’

the tears trickled
until it was out of sight
‘there is a way to be good again’. I really love the Kite Runner. I’m imagining the protagonist, Amir, saying goodbye to his past unatoned sins. Grateful, as he bid farewell to his brother, Hassan.  (they are both free rather)
Adele Sep 2018
I do not have a sweet cotton tongue
love, as a word nor a song
The affection was long gone
I see the world in a dusk

buried souls, lurking on the land
trying to find peace

peace, they said
equality and ideologies
they were trying to prove

theories and a century of evolution
the wars that was left, crawls from its grave
21st century marks today,
morality lost started from the roaring 20s
alienation from the bloodshed in a field of poppies
never left

we have the eyes, but we can’t see
we see the reality, but we stay in a trance of distorted illusion
as a remedy
Adele Sep 2018
Months have passed
The sun is still here, but the warmth is gone
The leaves are no longer green
The flowers are starting to die
Winds are changing
And if it blows south,
I wish to be carried by the hand of the air
That motions where you are right now
I am standing outside the frigid weather
Lamenting and waiting to fly
She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~
Even Those Angels Out There Have Their Limits…..
Adele Sep 2018
Outside was the town
asphalt fumes crawling in the worker's lungs
kids running through the whirlwind of dust
I can still hear the ringing sound
of the hammer,
hitting the nails
on the skeleton wood walls

'Welcome to the teardrop shape island.'
if you go straight, you'll reach Cloud 9
an abode for surfers, watch the waves, and you'll see the sign
a paint of camaraderie on a thumping board,
they tried to climb

crystal waters scintillating in my eyes
a splash of diamond
glistening on my feet,
embracing the euphoria that
will hopefully repeat

The next block is a bumpy road
where the bamboo cottage lies
beside a rice paddy where the sound
of leaves, sings a soul to sleep
a hammock that sweeps a brooded dream
and sweet cotton pillow that sinks you back to a place

With no mayhem.
Adele Sep 2018
I submerged myself from the restfulness of the sea
the singing echo of bubbles
and marine lives waved at me
the time just stopped
it was a portal to a different world

watch yourself float and savour the placidity
I then asked myself
'is this what really is home to me?'
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