Modern cultural asimilation
is the mass genocide of a tribal nation
westernly patronised translation
of an intricate thousand year old civilisation
turn the station on natural creation
fire up the ovens for creamation

These cultures have survived
while we ignore our insticts and blindly thive
hunting and gathering searching for the illusive
nutrient rich honey comb hive

Our lives run amuck in big empty huts
dust gathers on fire place mantels
while tribes try to cope and handle
their lives charged on cards to buy cattle

Governments think they own them
like property shattled, savages is
what theyre labeled

I don't even own a picture of yours,
to see you with  my deepest insticts.
And not even your voice to hear you,
for you break the silence of my soul.
Even silences have secrets, you say.
But I can't see it neithher feel nor hear it.

I didn't even see you from years
'cause you left for a town indistinct.
But distance makes us want to be close,
to find, to cheer. Distance makes our love
stronger than it was from ever.
But somewhere deep inside, I 'm afraid.

I didn'y even know you good,
when you left for your place.
You loved me then, though
I didn't understand and you left.
I should've loved you sooner
and for it, I apologize my dear.

I don't even care about what
you do to make me jealous.
I really don't mind when you flirt.
Although you're far off from me
thanks to technology at most.
'Cause we can get hold of us.

Even we're silent, distant and numb,
**I know you do love me
and I do it more than you do.

Would this tale afflict thee O children of the bedevilled rock

Yonder afflictions of substances unknown in cold pits

With tremulous fingers and tempestous lips the body reacts to the invisible

While the blooming radius of the ancient arch is magnified by the moonlight

Through the weary portals of the ages lie unravished and unanswered heartbeats

Across the thin glaced places where the bell tolls for ****** wonder

Where the graces of undying wisdom fain to alight their ancient favor

I, a ravaged  rapscallion, trace all the hidden moments of my vain heart

With insticts that lay in the ***** of the undying  muses

Strange moments hidden amidst galaxies and battered bodies

Then the feasting begins when nocturnal flavors ****** unperturbed lips

The general substance of furies unknown and muchness unnerved

Tasked with obsolete oaths and unmade promises, the warrior breathes his last

By Rowan Moses

✨I fear the unknown

I'm walking down the aisle,
Looking all beautiful and elegant,
Maybe all this to impress the man standing infront of the altar, waiting for me.
But it doesn't feel right,
Something's missing.
Unlike other brides,
I'm not that happy.
Maybe that's what it feels like,
The congregation seem happy for me, for us, but my heart ain't,
Its frowning, I'd have thought its jealousy 'cause someone else gonna share it, but no, it's a strong feeling, tag war between the heart and mind, instincts and the 'love' I think is there.

I'm closer to the altar,
He's ready to take my hand and lead me to the journey fate planned for us,
But ****, my mind is strolling on a different lonely path,
A lane of no return, of looking back, a lane that...
I'm worried now,
With questions in my heart,
Maybe this is normal, or maybe I'm too nervous, but where is this trust I claimed to have,
Where is this love?
Is this a mistake?did we rush things on such a short notice?
Am I really lucky like my girlfriends say?

We are already here,
My dad is handing me over to him,
Instead of being elated, I'm feeling scared,
Is this the right thing to do?
Am I really on the right path?
Why am I so insecure?why do I think he's gonna forget all this, and see me as a nobody someday?
Why do I feel he's gonna fall out of love,  and no longer treasure what we have?
Why am I too engrossed to the thoughts that he's gonna hurt me, he's not gonna show me respect even infront of our kids,
****, talking of kids, what if he leaves us, what if he finds a perfect lady and think all that we have, the family, is all a mistake?
What if I confront him someday and he decides that its over for us, what if he raises his hands on me,
Will I take all that?
Am I really ready for this man, for this new phase for me?

The ring is already on my finger,
Now I'm not just the girl they used to know,
I already have his second name,
He owns me now,
There's nothing like looking back, escaping this,
I've owned up to it,
So maybe, just maybe, I should shun these thoughts away,
And be happy, or that's what I think,
Let me laugh, smile, love while it lasts,
Cause the future is uncertain, not even my insticts can define it or predict what will happen,
So I'm looking back at this man, I smile,
My heart praying and hoping, this is the best decision I've ever made!

©tiana💞...

Once i thought that we are free to choose what we want
to pursue our ideals no matter the cost.
But world cultivates otherwise and i am filled with sadness
no pride.
So here i am in a blank page, i do not remember making
that decision.
If only i possessed the humility and say to myself
"get up you've seen nothing yet, you haven't done your part yet"
The fight between a man and his heart so driven by desire and
all that stands noble is a hard thing for sure.
If i interracted and guided my insticts it was because
i haven't felt the apogee of pain.
If i was relactant to contribute in my heart's affairs
it was because i was so naive, i would have crushed my heart
in the mud and no one knows how many souls with it.
Life is no fairytail and there are not always happy endings
but who am i to decide and destroy everything good that's left
in my heart.
Much wisdom cause much grief but experience could
bring happiness.
When i turn around and look the cause i've walked there is no person
that i love i regret having in my life.
My fate is my own, my choice is my own.
I am proud now, in a way...

i started on digging up myself when I'm drown with the flawless mistakes. Visualized the momentum where it all came from. Just like anyone I started on my own feet to start refreshing my mind as I am writing on poems that not to flattered you but to record all the stuff that I am missing out. Some is not shaded nor clear but I do it on my own style from what my heart follows and from what my hands would do it to me. It is part of a reflection to myself, people around me or from what I've seen and from what that insticts that have put me on the spot. But sometimes it's all about those people I've like/love, those people that help me get through all of this. And I am also in the process of still getting out from my shelter. Need of time and in the processing of healing and finding out the things that I am going to look forward and be as an excited just like before. I really hope I would fix and do this time again cause I know it's not too late and I don't want to regret over again. I really hope so.  I can do it!!!!

do you think of me

sprawled on top of you

ridden of purity

deep rooted insticts

no act of seduction

pure lust

true love

heart shaped entrance

for this moan is lone

I had ditched my slippers,
Useless and heavy as they were,
Full of beach sand, dragging me behind.

Not that I hated my slippers,
I really liked them.
One of them once said 'FOR' and the other 'EVER',
Of which only the 'F' and 'ER' now remained.
(I told people it said FÜHRER.)

The sea promised it'd wash away the sand,
And I had fallen for the sea a long time ago, so trusting him was easy.

I left my slippers and started walking barefoot
With sunset in my eyes.
Then the waves stole them.

Devastated, I rushed,
The sea drawing its sands back urgently,
Its roaring waves slapping me,
Citing remainders,
And hindsights and insticts at me.
Not the slippers, I was praying to Poseidon.

I found them lying on the beach,
Squeaky clean.
I decided to walk barefoot, holding my forever in my hands.