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Commit to an action, answer what passion excites you. Offer your help in any way you can! To feed a homeless person and help them recover from their plight, to save one of Gods creatures if you feel that is just and right. Let no one stand before you and tell you that you cannot achieve. In the smallest measure, the simplest kindness can become a great and powerful deed. So what ever is your interest, move forward where you see a need. For each mighty forest must begin with just a few seeds.
 Jan 2016 P Venugopal
NuBlaccSoul
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS
inspired and dedicated to my muse - a banquet of beauty, a model of black excellence and a colourful character and a bubbly spirit. God bless her soul.
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(c) 2016. Phila Dyasi. All Rights Reserved. Intellectual property of author.



I feel borrowed from water, earth, air and fire.
my roots spread in the way of the plow. ruin follow stem, corolla and perfume.
whirlwind of murderous steel will come upon.
skeletons of tomorrow will carry my pale colours on their shoulders, as crows carry on their plumage the last grains of day into the night.
there's a marble garden waiting, stained with the faeces of time.
there's no time for tears. only the rain is so kind as to refresh the countenance of solitary graves.

(Luis R Santos)



 Jan 2016 P Venugopal
Sri Shruthi
The rose that bend down,
for it felt there is a clown,
someone watered it magic,
to find its no more tragic.

With all its thorns ,
ready to poke the horns,
to tear them into pieces,
as the rose will find its peace.

To find the difference,
the rose changed,
not into a sunflower,
but into a bright big beautiful.

The roots are strong,
to play string with it,
listening to the flute playing,
for all of them start blooming.

What you see changes your world,
what you think changes your word,
here, i stand with my sword,
to tear apart the heart out with no ward.
She told me to just let go
When I asked what was meant
There came an ehhh, I dunno

So many wars inside, twice upon the rise
While they're preying upon another
Trying to feast upon that pride

Let's see the real you once there in those blues
Just let go their multiple guises
Then the world will see you true
Thank you dear Syreeta for your guidance!
 Jan 2016 P Venugopal
Little Bear
On the washing line
You hung out all my secrets
But the sun still shines
 Jan 2016 P Venugopal
Little Bear
i am much too fluffy
i am completely very smol
my heart is made of stuffin'
but it loves you best of all.
 Jan 2016 P Venugopal
GaryFairy
smugness covers only skin
but it can't cover what's within
when there's nothing left to win
why would we want to live again?

smugness smothers other men
the stuff we cover with a grin
we are the same without within
but we would rather play pretend
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