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We are women; We are strong.
We can be broken    yet show no pain
We can be terrified     yet appear fearless
We can be chained     yet not confined
We can be forgotten     yet we find ourselves.
Reflections of illusions

Boiling water
Emotional turbulence
Excuses for every evidence
Clumsy nature leaves human to be distance

Emergency telling the truth is Accident
Follow mistakes of instructions my patient
Crafts is always astray
Please rethink your way
Trudge is always emerging

Take  caution
Mirror  reflect character in depiction
Truth or dare, lies has its own portion
Angels are demos from the same composition
Double standard
Fear is coward
Perfection  and Freedom is common fantasy
Like God above the galaxy
Commitment is equals to jealousy


Written by Kabelo Mthembu
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The soft chill winds
a cloudy day
ah! what a feeling!
drifting with the streams
how the life instills!

Waves of song coming from the distant
white Storks flying as the fall guy  
how the dreams come and go
between you and me
between the land and sea

In the sky rafts of white clouds
crafts the arrival of autumn
assuming the flame of Love
what a beautiful play!
what a fairs of tune!
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An Autumn Song
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if you can't seem to find a reason

to just get up and go

i can tell you that no reason

is no reason at all
In line at the twenty one pilots concert at the House Of Blues in Orlando FL.
Writing poetry....
When you die  I want to carry you
Through the lines of tears

And lift you up
On the wings you gave me

There are no oceans but yours
There is no music but your voice

And every day I can hear them well

When you die I want to die with you
And live forever
In the heaven you made
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when the silence comes down
in the darkness
the space between you and me
is just a sigh

some of the awaking words
floating in the mind
where tunes comes from
the next door

words to have come out
slowly
poetry as the whispering of  
dry dropping leaves

come up in the
hopeless romantic flute
comes on the
tune of the lost love

a portrait of broken dreams,
black and white
where exists a defeated faded face
and your silhouette
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
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When I was eighteen I wrote “The Bedrock”
In which I said
The Priority is to Survive.
But I’m sixty three now,
And that’s not enough.
It’s not all about Me, so
It’s time to decide
What is Good.

Well, my friend
All Life is Good.
Every living thing.
From enormous whale
To spiteful wasp,
Bacteria
To Ecosystem.

Yet some beings must be extra-cherished:
Those that are conscious,
Sentient and smart.

Intelligence as such is there to be nurtured
And knowledge learnt.
So too wisdom,
But above all
Love.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you:
A great old saying.
Be a Humanist indeed,
But better still,
A Lifist
Who Loves Life.

All else follows on from what I’ve just said.
Go figure.

Paul Butters

© PB 25\9\2015 (2).
No more pondering. Time to decide...
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