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In the not so distant future
I shall reappear on stage
There will be no words
Read, or spoken by me
Neither a poet, or actress
Shall i be
Yet i shall be the only focus
Yet still, and unmoving
Barely blinking
I shall breathe
And mayhaps think
And look upon my audience
And wonder
At the creativity
That i may never see
As i lie
Upon my makeshift throne
Of destiny
Where my only desire
Will be to inspire
As i leave behind
Any ghosts of vanity
I will simply be
Me
Ive already
Bared my heart
And my soul
The triad of possibilities
Will soon become a whole

by Jemia
Cool sunshine, over an icy disguise
As a pastel blue, fills cloudless skies
But soon a wind, brought about a change
As a quiet landscape, turned to strange

A lone idling tree, hung naked upon a hill
As its emerald life, shuddered in the chill
The deep rustic hues, now fading colours
Silver-grey skies, with sickening pallors

Slowly awakening, after the sun set
As the skies turned dark, with the night now met
A gradual opening, of bloodshot eyes
Windows to a soul, that slowly dies

Red hot tears, streaked down her face
Her children had been, her only disgrace
Their Obsidian hearts, hard, and cold
The reason why, she would never grow old

From the time, that she first gave birth
Was the first nail in the coffin, of mother Earth
Humanity had poisoned, the three main trinities
Of the earth, the skies, and the seas, for infinity

by Jemia
Beneath the full, blood red moon
Grew Duir, the mighty ancient oak
By it's side, stood the vivacious Oestre
Both silhouetted, with the gathering fairy folk

Within the oak, upon its fine boughs
Perched Athena, Minerva, and Hieronymous
Three wise old owls, slowly blinking
Now no longer anonymous

In the distance, across an undulating countryside
Were Reynard the fox, And Muezza the cat
Screeching, and hissing, ready to fight
Under the glowing, moonlit night

Upon hearing the tu-whits, and tu-whoos
Distorted echoes, of estranged owlsong
Distracted, hungry eyes, now focused on the feast
Of the hare, upon the hill, ready to be seized

Oestre the hare, unaware
Spoke to the mighty oak
"Duir, tonight, i sense mischief, and magic"
The oak knew, of what she spoke

Whilst Duir cast an invisible wall
An unseen force-field, for their safe-keeping
Informing the hare, and three owls
"This protection will last, until the moon is sleeping"

Reynard the fox, now lost in the undergrowth
Having outwitted himself, with his own cunning
Muezza the cat, was distracted by the land of Fae
Danced with the fairies, until the break of day

The stars above, winked, but said nothing
As they gradually dimmed, then faded away
Whilst spiders wove their dewy cobwebs
Oestre vanished, into the early morning mists of day

by Jemia
He had noisy eyes
And a loud smile
With a face
That would haunt me
For quite a while

Whilst clenched in rage
His fingers, and thumbs
And hair
As bare
As a land of bombs

His heart
was not beating
And his soul
Fallen, out of his rear
Into a poo-tin

by Jemia
I cry inside
Whenever anyone
In all innocence
Refers to me
As the gender
In which
I once did reside
My heart breaks
As another part
Of who i am
Dies inside
And the after echo
Of these moments
Tears away at my soul
As i fall
Down another black hole
I have no choice
I do not have the means
To change
My face, or voice
I have the mind
And the brain
And the heart
And body
Of a woman
I am now
Completely me
Free from most of the shackles
That once binded me
So i am lucky
That my essence
And soul
Are now free
And i can at last be
Truly me

by Jemia
On average
I delete a minimum
Of about 50 emails per day
350 per week
About 1,500 per month
18,000 per year
And approximately
200,OOO per decade
So i was thinking
If about 4 billion people
Around the world
Averaged about the same
200,000 times 4 billion
Unwanted emails
Floating around
Like lost ghosts
Wandering around hyperspace
Clogging up
A non existent void
Words, and numbers
Along with brackets, commas, and full stops
Lies, and truths
All thrown in together
A hodge podge
Now all equal
As rejects of humanity
Discarded
Tears flowing, along with other words
Numbers unite, and subtract
And interact
Then divide
There then follows an algebraic ****
There is much multiplication
The letter O, falls in love with zero
And circles join in
For this narcissistic
Menage et trois
Nothing is the outcome
And nothing happens....

by Jemia
The Universe is expanding
Into where
I cannot imagine
Some kind of blank space?
No-one seems to know
I imagine
The Universe
Will one day
Will pop!
Like a balloon
In which case
Will it shrivel up
Or blow out
Into a new
Unimaginable infinity?

By Jemia
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