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Cosmic Karma

I traverse the oceans within a breeze
I light my way holding burning trees
Freeing my body, my heart, my soul
I talk and walk through miles and roads
I view the future with discernable need
Yet I succumb to my fate with noted heed

Do I lack the courage to go beyond my whole?
Do I feel the need to remain stagnant and tole?

I lack conviction in my sturdy brain
Trying to fight these excuses so lame

Solitary in my endeavours I so create
My weakness I continually berate

In my minds eye I spy this epic infused
In a twilight of colours I discover loosed 

Yet I traverse the oceans within a breeze
And light my way holding burning trees . . .

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The End

I listen for the sound of the key in the gate
The kids grow pensive and I grow brave
For I know that the jingle of the key means one thing
He has come back tonight to reign as the king
 
He will order and dictate, he will rule and remain
He will torture our souls he will kill our each dream
He stands with his hands in his pocket so calm
I look up at him and wait for his demand
 
He says he is tired he wants some peace
So we all go to the room and allow him ease
Yet he still comes there with a whip in hand
Demanding our breathing so loudly they sound
 
I apologise for us all, but to deaf ears they fall
He is inebriated I see, but still has all this gall
I will not let him hit again I vowed
So today it will end I solemnly said
 
I aim the trigger at his temple, no other
And I lead him away from my son and daughter 
He starts crying and stumbling, apologising and promising
I laugh at his cowardice, his lying and his cheating
For today it will end I stoically attest
For today I lay him down to rest

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Beautiful Day

Adoration grows tenfold, sublime serenity convenes
Above the starry skies I see legends meet
Cloaked in a whisper of a mist delighting the mind’s eye
Gently gliding towards my sight I draw a deep sigh
Contemplation of wispy memories long said
Succumbing to whimsical, perhaps unheeded shred
Great beauty insistent in its plight
Grips my very haphazard sight
Alas I cry but I look anew
Surrendering to wondrous view

Conjoining eves amid midsummer’s bathed conviviality
Intensely gorgeous plateaus encounter mystical assembly
Magnificent sceneries encompass still untouched milieu
Astonishment weathered by saturating the view
Stilled backdrops sprouting splendour inspired
Awed by intimate fervour the mind remains wired
When days have dawned and dusk has drawn 
Pray hear me do not grow untimely forlorn

For the day may draw to a close but know
Another so splendid will surely grow

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My Sister

Remember my words of wisdom today,
For i plead for your sanity to stay,
Being in love means unlimited boundries,
Excruciating pain yet ultimate surrender,
Forgive me for what i am about to say,
Yet a warning i must give you today,
Your friendship to him is important i know,
but his love is unconditional . . . this i don't know,
Beware the facetious tricks he endeavours,
Hark his flooding emotions in turmoil,
Let me not preach your unravelling,
However your plight renders me speechless 
His actions belie his each word,
And his perfomances leave me appalled

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I Am the Future

I am the future of this noble land
I look out for you to seek my hand
Although I am young I have ambitions and strengths
For I am the future you must understand
 
I acknowledge my predecessors, the heroes and souls
Who lost their lives in this struggle to uphold?
The many brave men and women who vied with racism
And followed their heart and altered all perception
 
Equality reigns supreme, no matter your hue
Past sins forgiven, success long overdue
I look to the sun and see it wink back
Confident am I that I am on the right track
 
Solitary winds envelop and succumb
Looking at my lands beauty I grow numb
I strive for success, happiness and fame
For I am the future, the youth by name

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My Life

Mother of three
Widowed at 22

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The Reign of Poseidon

His beginning was his end, being swallowed by Cronus 
Fortuitously his fortune averted when through Zeus he was saved

With his trusted trident his magnificence reigned 
Amphritite at his side, after Delphinius convinced the nymph majesty

God of the ocean, second to none, his wrath was his ultimate fury
Recall the flood to Attic Plain, hark the drownings and shipwrecks!

His magnificence unrivalled, albeit to Athena’s olive tree
His rumoured son, none other than the legendary ruler Theseus 

He had his way with Medusa, Caeneus and the mortal Tyro
Subtle yet truly defined, his earthquakes lie testament

Fear the wrath of Neptune, the God of the ocean

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Chai

Seductively sweet aromatic pleasure
Tensing frazzled nerves together
What caffeinated bliss
Is tea

Chai - Urdu word for tea

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Thank You!

What sweet relief it is to see
How very well life can be
With water and power and all things Good
I thank you God for making life so smooth
All by your very own decree!

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I Am Woman, Loud and Proud

Plain as the eye can see through a looking glass
Yet complex with a multitude of facets surpass
I encounter beauty in the blink of an eye
Yet discount hypocrisy with noticed brevity
 
I am woman, loud and proud
Insistent and astute, serene yet sound
 
I am somewhat smug in thinking myself fortunate
Yet somehow precedent to my present was woe replete
Sheer antagonism grounded my irreversible plight
Yet renewed anticipation awarded me contentment each night
 
I am woman, loud and proud
Fraught with humour, yet serious in crisis
 
Toiling for acceptance by societies callous paradigm
I subsequently comprehended unnecessary fickle whim
So at last I lay me down to sleep
And finally have some reprieve for keeps
 
 . . . For I am woman, loud and proud