This journey is new, But I don't need anyone's helping hand... I'm enough for myself, My wings are my companions now..! I only need a little wind... Just to flap my wings and To fly freely in this busy sky full of Thunderstorms and clouds..!
How fast this life moves on... Yesterday I was just a little kid playing cheerfully in the luxurious lap of my parents but today I've to battle at my own to find a place for myself in this competetive world.
Ready to join my first Internship from today... 🙂✌✌ ... From now, the struggle begins..!
You are like a sky. A fire across the clouds. And I can't peel my eyes away. Like a moth drawn to your flame, I'd rather burn down to nothing, then to fade from your memory. I was a part of you, the way each crater adds a little bit of character to the moon. And you erased me from your life. Dressed me in nonexistence. It was easier for you to look away than to wrap me in your love. I guess I flew too close to you, because my dear, you were the sun, and when you pulled me into you, my wings disintegrated, and I crumbled away in your warmth.
When I was small naive and tender Toddling in pullups Those that/who loved me Jabbed me In my tiny heart Surgically stole a sliver of it To harden To sharpen To shiv me with it Hurt me with my own heart Slice me for my sensitivity Carve into me for caring Fearing and envying me for Being an open-eyed child, A triple threat Smart plus sweet plus spirited That's too much!
Extracting tears from me was easy. Manipulation, Chaos, Fears. My senses submerged in a sinkhole Decades became dozens of years
I dont know how I struggled ashore But It --or he-- or ....was already there White light resplendent Wings alight Silently inviting I stumbled beseechingly behind him
Within a clearing His full figure flexed Showing his Wings upon wings Within wings! Not a single feather in sight he offered a pointed finger for me to see
I tried to to touch, to connect While still sopping wet. Two teardrops dripped off, Left my leaking fingertips These he froze and squeezed Crystalized them blue and green Right there in thin air
As I stared at my shame He simply gave me salam As he shimmered into invisiblity
Uuuhh! My angel! My help! Please dont leave me! Dont you dare! You cant do this to me!
Leaving me with nothing but 2 tears: Fear and pain Blue and green Tear shaped gems In thin air I glared at them there Drop & drip
They flipped. then feathered Becoming the bejeweled tips of peacock feathers Gloriously long, elegantly luscious Cresting a classy tiara It settled and nestled neatly along The Straight Path through the clearing
Oh my God! I get it now! I don my crown Fresh tears flowing As I bow down Thanking Allah who always surrounds Me with invisible Angels
Praising Allah the Almighty King Who heard His simple servant And saved her from drowning
my heart is on fire one half cup espresso, a vape and a song that drapes my heart in a purple fire, with the same purple glow inside the go go bar where that dancer handed Bukowski a dried lily But only for a moment.
lesson #104 and the music rides a sine wave into my left ear. I sat upon a lotus pad and kept a straight back the Angelus Novus couldn’t (insert link) close its wings against the winds of Paradise so elated were the Gods by the progress of man. so high the rubble of the wreckage the view from its summit rivaled the vantage gained from standing atop the Six Grandfathers within the Four-headed Dog from across the pond.
national broadcast in the jungle and all the box would do is talk and all the cockroaches would do is persist and all the machetes would do is hack and all the bodies burned and Felicien Kabuga was kindly granted asylum by the West and remained at large for over 25 years. THANKS A LOT SWITZERLAND. (insert link)
may all the kings be strangled with the entrails of all the priests