Cotton clouds,
Chariots of the moon.

Carry with them my love.
From me
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*to you.

Serendipity
A hidden beauty,
If only you look,
then you shall see.
The hidden gift, that you receive.
A beautiful seed, hidden underneath,
To one day grow into a beautiful *tree
Lost in the layers,
Lost in time.
The beauty you unintentionally find,
The beauty that is yours to keep
The beauty, unintended to seek,
The beauty you shall receive..

She is..
*Serendipity

Balance,
Is that not what life is?

Balance,
Between *virtues and vices?
If you begin to contemplate
You'd realize..
You're will not, to compensate.
Not when it's your life
You'd save, no matter the lie

Would you work for a greater good?
Or rather, keep warm inside your hood?

For the wonderful music to play,
For the high life,
For a better taste
For this, would you be able to tip the scale?
For you to succeed
For others to fail

IMbalance,
Is that not what life is?
Where good for one,
Is to adopt your **vices

All my life, I've been around some of the strongest of women.

True inspirations. All unique and incredible in their own way.

From a mother unafraid of a patriarchy to her mother, who treats age as just another logistic.

These past few months I was lucky to again, live among some of the strongest women I know.
Every day, intentionally or not, was a lesson to learn.

From them, this I learned:

*To live with grace and pride.
To love the the little things,
Always have wonder on my side.

From opening up, trusting a disruptive world.
To speak freely,
Yet always have a loving word.

To learn, to create.
To improvise,
And know that life's too short,
To refuse to compromise.

To care for all.
But care for the self just a tad bit more.

To make the most of a warm, sunny day,
Ride my bike a lot, if not everywhere.


To live fierce,
To love free.

And to apologize for being all you can be?

Never.


For this, I thank you.
For you, forever grateful.

To some of the strongest women I know.

Trudging along.
Out, about, always around.
Always within.
Yet somehow without.

The Outsider.
Forever he is around.
Eternally quenching a thirst
Eternal is his drought.

The Outsider.
A part of many,
Apart from the many
He's forever found
Wherever, whenever.
Forever forgettable as the ground.

The Outsider.
Present as day when he's about.
When gone he's an echo.
An echo of a distant,
Long forgotten sound.

Unconditional

I have my heart on my sleeve.
But you've got it on a leash.

The rhythms playing in my untamed soul.
You strum them out,
So beautiful,
The echoes.

I live to see the light each day.
Unknown to me though,
You are my light.
You illuminate my way.

Unconditional.
Now I know.
The love I have for you is real

Unconditional.*
That love, **that love which I feel.

Never seen,

We've Never been,

We've never met,
But, I'm willing to bet..

There's a story with us
Waiting to be written,
Waiting to be read.

Never a word,
Yet, seemingly,
We share the world.
We may be strangers, though,
For once, forget the dangers..

Live, with me
Let us be free.

Never again miserable.
Never again,

**Invisible.

You are The Mistress of the Mist

As you arrive,
The Raindrops fall.
As if confetti, celebrations
From the land, the heavens, from all.

You are The Mistress Of The Mist.

And as you depart,
The skies fall apart.
The torrent flows.
As the world drowns in sorrow.

You are The Mistress Of The Mist.*

The Mistress Of Our Hearts.

Quiet nights remind me of your voice.
The silence cut ever so delicately.
Blades of whispers.
Whispers of sweet nothings.
What keeps the fire in this heart alight.

Quiet nights remind me of your eyes.
The glint of a beautiful moon.
The hope of a million galaxies,
Twinkling.
As darkness cowers.
Hides.

Quiet nights remind me of you.
All the little things that you would do.
And though half a world away you may be from me.
Though once in a blue moon, you I get to see.

Quiet nights like these.
Will always remind me of you.

*Emily

I* am a soldier
I defend my Honour
I defend my owner?
I am a soldier
I am a holder
Of what am I the holder?
Of justice, of peace?
Or of a diplomatic *greed?
I am a soldier
I will get older
But in my head,
The war is never over**.

I look up,
To the cotton skies*
They Beckon me.
To a land, far away
With gleeful people
A land of prosperity.

I look up,
To the cotton skies.
They beckon me.
Away from the sorrow,
Far from turmoil
I wish to flee.

I look up,
To the cotton skies
I get some clarity.
This turmoil is home,
Gaiety, the enemy.

I look up,
To the cotton skies
One thought in mind.
This is my life.
My life in the cotton fields.

Day 534

Waking up to a bright sun
But the day's bleak.

Hundreds around me.
I feel so alone.

We've heard news.
The boy who washed ashore.
It's gathered the masses.

Help is coming, we hear.
Help is coming. We Hope.

Tired, bent, we trudge,
Broken, *not yet.
But before long.

Forced from our homes
We bear on.
For it's all we can do
All we can do
Till help comes along

Day 534.

I want this to end.
**Please. Find me a home.

Every night, I wish to write a ballad in your name.


Every day*, you leave me with, *not a word to say.

The gray days pass
On and on, one after the other.
If you're looking for color.
You're in the wrong place
There is none here.
We're all just sitting here. Waiting.
We're just here,
The destitute, forsaken scoundrels.
We're here waiting.
Waiting for something *Auroral

Look through the peep hole, and you shall see me..

Once in a while,
I'm a fun place to be!!

The harbinger of celebration,
The herald of intoxication.

I'm the company of the stars.
I'm at the counter of run down bars.

We meet at the winner's table,
We meet at the loser's table
To some I am a fable.
To some, the sharpest saber.

By me, prophesies have begotten
By me, empires have been toppled.

I am,
*The Bottom of The Bottle.

Silence
For with you, not much more I need.

Silence
For me, you seamlessly read.

No *******. No beating about the bush.
No stories, your sixth sense tends to always know the truth.

A quiet love, a mutual respect.

Through Silence.*

I forever owe you a debt.

Calm personified,
Words resonating,
Bringing me into my own.

Empathy personified,
The joy, this belief,
We'll never walk alone.

Strength personified,
A Sequoia how mighty you've grown.

Trust personified,
Your presence within,
To have found a home

Care personified,
A hug that breeds warmth in my soul.


~You are~

Love personified,
Like no other,


I only hope you know.

I feel this deep fear in me,
Something I can't truly see.
Within me, it dwells. I truly believe.
Looking into the depths of the well,
A living hell, I see staring back at me.
That darkness is all I feel.

Nobody else, no one with me,
Fear claws its way from down deep,
Digs right into me.

I feel it, I wail,
I flow, I begin to well
I flail, I scream. So silent,
Nobody else can see.
Within me, I weep.

Keeping it hidden, happiness is forbidden.
Never am I forgiven.
The promised land, my vision.
A forever expedition.

To find what I seek,
To love, to believe.
To find a connection,
To find that remission,
Finally to be given.

I go it alone, I work through my woes.
The battle's done won,
The war leaves one ruined.

Make peace with the fact,
There is no connect,
Always be alone,
You are doomed, forlorn.

Live with it and die.
You are on the decline.

Know, you are yours,
Bonded with none.

Alone is your soul.
Weary, your mind.

Warmth
The energy of a million suns,
You are powerful, explosive, warm.
You are all of this and more, all at once.


Love
Your strength you resonate.
Acts of power and love.
You seem to supersede anger,
As easy as you mould them into one.


Depth
Beyond the weather,
Or the tea of the day.
A depth you carry with you.
With your word and what you say.


Defiance
To those who shame, diminish or hate.
Stand to them as you do, without fear,
With vehemence, a better world you create.


Resilience
You persist, be it for a moment, or for years.
All you can handle, and through it all you learn.
You overcome, you see it all through.
For this is what makes you resilient, strong.


Grace*
You handle pain, you handle love,
You manage again, pick yourself up,
If you ever you fall.
Take the reigns again, you handle it all.
You make it look easy as a hand in a glove.



Fierce as a phoenix in flight,
Fire in your eyes, with peace of mind.
As you've done before,
I wish to see you rise.
To live for yourself, the most fulfilling of lives.
For I hope you do know,
Your limits aren't even bounded by the sky.

This Room Is a Woman,

The bed, seducing me.
Reducing me.

This room is a woman,
Her Skin, it shimmers.
The Walls,  they whisper.

They inject in me regret,
These Devouring memories.

This Room Was My Woman.
From it,  *I could Never Leave..

This low, monotonous sound.
The humming of the bus,
As it churns on, covering ground.
This low monotonous sound,
The solemn lullaby, for the people around..
Conversing with the darkness
Biding time,
Slowly, it begins to caress
Like a lullaby, or a rhyme
This low monotonous sound,
The sole companion
Of the commuters
Of **The night bound

Nautilus
The knot in us.
Unknown,
It's grown,
In the darkness
Never seen, till in need.
The *Nautilus sleeps.

In times of turmoil,
Of doubt and pain.
That's when the Nautilus,
Earns its name.
When called forth
The Nautilus roars,
It ascends to the fore.

Of *courage over *fear,
Strength over pain,
The Nautilus breaks clear
The sufferer's aid.

It puts to end,
The chaos, the carnage.
Replaced with,
Experience's  wisdom
And the patience of age.

That day, the last day I met her. She
told me something I Will always remember. She told me,
"We might Never meet again, never see each other,
But it'll be okay, time will allow us to Forget, we'll move on to live
beautiful lives, You and I. Full of newer memories, newer joys.
So, for the last time, My Love
- Adieu."

You* are,
My Bottle of sunshine,
You are,
therapy for the mind,
For the soul.

Hell, YOU may be the reason why
Flowers grow.

To see you broken,
To see you bruised,
To be unable to fix your wounds..
To sit and *watch, while you're so aloof
This, a battle I'd HATE to lose

I'd climb mountains,
I'd cross seas,
To see you,
again at Ease,

I'd walk a million and one miles
To see you break into a grin, a smile.
I'd try, a million and one times
If for once,
I could be the one

*Your Bottle of Sunshine

Sleep is not my friend tonight.
For tonight holds with it all my fears.
The howling of a hurting heart.
The darkness engulfs all that I hold dear.
And from this darkness,
Once rolled empty tears.

It seeps right through the bone.
Once again I feel it.
That cold that grips the soul.
This torment, it is not new, it is not old.

Sleep is not my friend tonight,
For the greater good. Because I should.
I must push it all off a ledge.
Till all that's felt is nothingness.

You feel the music flow through you,
Losing to the tune, you begin to move..
Nothing matters, you're in the groove.

People might say it's a waste of time.
They have no idea of this peace of mind.
A graceful art, dancing to music in time.
Invokes the body, rejuvenates the mind.

Care naught what people might say.
So long as in dance, you find a way,
For love and life to be embraced.

So long as sorrow it does erase,
So long as it keeps a smile on your face,
Do as you do, *sway as you sway..

They call him,
The Merchant of Death.
He wanders the earth eternal
Searching, His men to find.

They call him,
The Merchant of Death.
By his side, a record..
Of every man whose time has come by.

Clearing it, he shifts.
Clip after clip
Never leaving a man behind.

It is said, every bullet has a name,
A name on it's head.
The target, through which it shall fly.

They call him,
The Merchant Of Death,
For on each bullet,
The name .. *He signs.

The canary, in her cage,
Tomorrow she leaves, flying far away.
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.
.
.
.
.
The canary, she's scared.
She's sad, and she wants back in again

Many a time, it's often been said
Look into the eyes,
A soul can be read.
In your eyes though,
So gently displayed
So much more than a soul,
An entire world, there lay.

A tint of blue, and a hint of grey.
Within those emerald eyes,
Innocence and mischief play..

Watch them,
The little messages they give away,
Messages of passion and beauty,
Of power and grace.

Those little gems, embedded on a goddess' face.
Those little gems, they glint and glimmer.

With the life of a spirit.
Every color, and every shade
As open as the ocean,
I'm lost at sea with your gaze.

She* came in like a storm.
She broke the norm, She didn't conform.
She made the dying world,
More alive than ever, it was.
And then, as swiftly as She came,
She was gone.

T'was like any other day,
He had no clue.
The blow he'd take.
It was built, minute by minute.
Word by word.
The Storm
That destroyed his world.

A storm's a brewing
Isn't that what is said?
The calm before the storm,
That's what was felt.
He should have known.
He should've seen.
The conflict now,
Was previously concealed.

The conflict within
The sorrow, the grief.
The sorrow he hoped,
Never again he would feel.
Never again he would grieve

Little did he know,
This could never be.

*Fixed, unfixed, the pain..
Like a wound,
Of mind, body and soul
Forever shall it bleed.

Some days may be better,
Some days worse,
This maybe why I write the written verse.

Some people might be trust worthy,
Some may only lie,
This maybe what gets my rhymes to mind.

Every single moment I witness pass away,
Has with it emotion that almost bursts before it fades.

This is life as I see it through my eyes.
Is this the life of a poet, this is my alibi.

Not in words,
Could it ever be seen.

Just how much,
You mean to me.

You show love,
Are loved,
Just know you're beloved.

Unconditional,
Unwavering, my fealty.

To see you win all,
Be a bad *****.
To see you succeed.

Though, haven't been here for long,
I plan to be, from here on.

Beyond a pleasure,
Always, it's been.

Grateful, I am such.
To know, such a queen.

Hope this isn't too much.

Just want to put this out though.
I hope you believe.

To me,
You a friend like family.

Powerful women attract me.
Not because of how they look,
But because of the fire in their eyes.
Because they stand up for what's right.
Powerful women are what the world needs.

Capable, willful, fearless
In the eyes of the immorality, they contest.

Beautiful, these women stand strong.
Not for doing no wrong.
Not for pretty eyes or silky hair, flowing long.

Beautiful are they because they stay.
Unwavered by society's foul array
Of misdeeds and Man's greed.

If only the world, their beauty could see.

As I see.

Those graceful gladiators.
Fighting, with subtle pride, with unsurpassed bravery.
Fighting to save what's left of humanity.

Passionate as a poet's lines
Resilient as the sea, her tides.
Strong as a mountain's side.
As Athena's owl, you're wise.
You take life in your stride.


Graceful as rhythm in time.
Beautiful as any given sunrise.

You are,

*The personification of sunshine.

She's got an air about her.
Makes butterflies flutter.

She makes my heart stutter,
The world's her oyster.

Always, I'm with her
Rooting, in her corner.
I feel for her, forever.
Even if..
Never again, I'd see her.

Her presence, her might.
Subtle beauty, not withdrawn.
Majestic mind, this benevolent body,
Many a day, she is my Dawn.

An adventure..

Like magic.

Exciting, enticing.
A phenom, a danger.
Many a goal, may she achieve.
Incomparable, may she be.

She's always like magic, to me.

Home's where the heart is.
It's where sorrow passes by.
And where joy always finds its way.

For some, it's where the world is.
For some, it's where the world ends.
Over time though, I've learned.
It's no place any map can trace.

Home is the nights we've spent.
Contemplating our lives.
The jokes we make,
The things we do on a dime.
The laughs, the tears, and that beautiful smile.
Where words are never words,
Where a single look is a million years.
Home, is my pillar.
My fountain of youth.
Home is where anything can be truth.

Home is always just in view.
Home is me, when I'm with you.