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we think that we own life
when really,
it owns us.
for it is feeble.
a vapor in the wind,
quickly come and
quickly gone.
we think
we are like the sun,
that life moves
around our wishes.
and yet
how quick
are we to forget
that just as
the sun must rise,
the sun must also set.
appreciate every second.
© Copywrite Rosa Lía Elías
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
Ashwin Kumar
70 years of supposed independence
Yet no real freedom for women
In a society dominated by men
Drowned, is a woman's voice
We need Azadi from Patriarchy
Money and power aren't everything
Without love, life is nothing
Above all, are relationships and life quality
Is there no end to ****?
Why is marital **** legal?
Our system is so feudal
Marriage is such a shame
Marred by domestic violence
Divorce, a traumatic experience
No freedom to choose her career
Family is supposed to be better
No freedom for inter-religious marriage
If she does, it's labelled Love Jihad
Frankly, we are tired
Demand an end to this carnage
She can dress as she pleases
She can roam at night
She can marry anyone she loves
To question her, you have no right
This poem is for all Indian women, and also for men who don't support a system like Patriarchy which promotes inequality and ******* of one gender over the other
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
rose
goodbye
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
rose
At least now I know
Their are people with
' , '
' - Fireworks - '
' , ' 
Going off in their soul
One day I hope to find them
:)
Last night I dreamt of you,
you tied strings to the corners of my mouth and
showed me that love isn't always synonymous with loss.
Your soul danced the way we did when we were kids playing in the backyard,
decorated with iridescent imagination.
You always had a knack for delaying the sunset and coloring the rain.

Did you feel that,
the earth quaking to its knees?
You had this way of dropping your atomic eyes to convince me we were unstoppable and we are all that I would ever need.

I will always be that old weathervane left in the backyard.
Oh how I wish you were here so I could dissect your winds and
wait for you to blow back my way.
Dedicated to Hannah Michelle Williams.
My childhood best friend that passed away in October 2005, only 5 months after we graduated high school.
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