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Bloody skies
New beginnings
Fresh
Warm
Glorious scent
From heaven it was sent
Long before
We walked this land
It was moulded
Sculpted
Created
Perfected
By the Maker
Legends tell of
The dark spirit
Turning trees
Trying to take the land
The Maker
Made the tree strong
Made it proud
Made it unbreakable
Just like the people
That believe in Him
The Maker perfected this land
More than before
Filling with
Mighty roars
Soft rumbles
Silent wings
Bouldering calls
Gentle purrs
Manic laughs
So with this
Wild heart I call mine
I will delight myself in
The Makers
Creations
Running soon
Running far
To set wild hearts free
Like a flaming master
Taking its fiery hold
Over all things
Dry and old
Only to uncover
What has been bleeding
To be seen
Our wild hearts
Beat with
Gentle giants footfall
Beating slow steady
Ready to be set free
Ready to breathe
What was mine to be
With blazing sun
Firing down
Onto cracked
Down ground
Between thick brush
Under the mighty baobab
With the creations all around
My wild
African heart
Soon to be found
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At night
When she lays down
Body to jaded
Spirit long since faded
But, Her restless mind
Awakens
Telling her
Who she is
What she will be
The nights that
Will soon follow
How it will end
With a gun in hand
She sees a woman
To scared to stand
To timid to speak
In her mind always
A lioness ready to fight
But in actual fact
A cub weary
Weak
She sees a scared
Little girl
Burning in the eyes
Of the beholder
The seducer
The personal foe
Where will it end
This laying bare
This bleeding trend
Where will it end
In a glint of stainless
She sees
A sudden timelapse
Of a future of use
Of many men Served
At night
As her body is shook
In rhythm
To perpetrators
Scornful looks
One by one
They finish
One by one
They leave her
Staring up into oblivion
Hoping the pain will end
Praying for amends
Screams in her eyes
Begging for forgiveness
Her face stays blank
Waiting for the next
To ruin her rank
A snap back to reality
What now?
What next?
She hugs her knees
Afraid of what will be
Click
She is set back quick
She is standing above
What seems to be
Her not much younger self
Sitting on her feet
Angrily crying
Hands manically clawing
At the sides of her head
She suddenly rises
RedVelvet seeping
Through her pale skin
The frenzied search begins
A timelapse again
She sees herself
Ferociously scratching with a pen
The anger in a book
Soon to be hidden again
A creak of a door
Sends her spiralling back
Into the now
Into the black
Defeat
Will her prediction
Be her end?
The only thing left
A gun in shaking hand
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Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast
Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self
aching to be seen
Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds
In these home is found
Frustration mounts
Captured leopard
Bound
Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage
Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight
Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold
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Little girl standing tall
High above
What told of mighty fall
The world is lost
No hope no trust
But in dark country
In to solid stone
Home is cast
Bright fiery sunsets
Vivid starlit nights
Jackal calls
Lion roar
Little girl
At peace with world
Sun dried earth
Mighty beasts
No defeat
Just voiceless rumbles
Mighty and strong
Little girl no longer stumbles
Running wild along with beasts
Feet barely touching worldly deceit
Scorching African sun
Beating down
Freedom finally found
Little girl stares into made flames
Seeing old life old thoughts
Smiling at her untamability
Little girl standing tall
Arms outstretched
Face lifted to heaven
Drenched in new life
Sacredly touched
Finally safe
Thanking The Creator
For His amazing grace
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Girl
In short black dress
Standing infront
Of un wanting crowds
Staring through
Her soul
Dismissed
They look with judgement
Seeping through
Dark eyes
Jeering at her misguided mind
Perfect?
Ha! she'll never be
Far to different
This one is
They surround her
Like predator with its prey
Looking closely
At the imperfection
That leaks
From misformed body
Twisted soul
Prodding at scars on skin
"What is this we have?...
Pain inside got to much?
Had to show for all to see?
Attention seeker we have here"
They turn to dark whirlwind
Surrounding her fragile being
Keeled over on judgement
So harsh
Even her utmost strength
Is ripped aghast
It echoes in her head
Imperfect
Injured
Flawed
Disfigured
Impure
Falling to her knees
The dark whirlwind
Encloses with ease
Obscuring sane thoughts
Hate within spawns
She tries to rise
Knocked down again
Second time
Knocked down
Third
Knocked
After hundreds of tries
The will to give up
Arises
But again once more
She rises
Up on shaking legs
The whirlwind disappears
Far off they still stand
Judging
Jeering
Demeaning
Her being
But Far to different
This one is
Conformed by the norm
She'll never be
To free to be caged
To wild to be kept
Freedom from the mould
She truly is
Turning her back
Valiantly on societies
Critical cliques
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Listen to the sounds of night
Close your eyes
Beware the fright
Thoughts cascade
Through brim-filled mind
Help her
Help her
She is blind
Starts to seep
The frustration
Hid so deep
The untrusting of any soul
The always suspicious toll
One took and broke
Perfect ideals
Thoughts evoked
Cascade
Cascade down
Until still life played
In front of seamless eyes
Brutal attacks
Heinous crime
Run run run
Quick
And hide
Heart seems not to beat
Only quiet little leaks
That no one sees beneath
Body aches to be fee
But soul it seems
Captured
Smothered
Ceased
Slow uneasy feet
Carry her too unwilling defeat
To talk
To not
To hide away initial thoughts
Not to be caught
Around devils door
Around a hellward bound
Simple sound
The screeching sound
Of metal scrounge
Across cast iron
Over soft white
Pillow like
Late at night
Thoughts collide
Cascading down
Her intricate mind
A frown it seems
The only mask
That seem her fiend
Run little girl
Run they scream
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Clutches closing
Bleeding broken
Bruised battered
Heart
Shouting
Screaming
For salvation
Redemption
Saviour!
Dark
Black
Cold claws
Taking hold
Soul starving
Worthless
Alone
Lost
Gone
Dead?
Tattered body
Broken skin
Tears
Smiles
Dark black eyes
Staring back
Reflection
Revolting
Ruined?
Taken close
Left to fall
Breath
Snap
Click
Bang?
Pleading
For Rescuer
Begging
Not to fall
Crying
For freedom
From his evil hold
Anger
Resentment
Hate
Hurt
Danger!
Truth
Hope
Faith
Love
Safe?
Holding onto pieces
Of a broken whole?
Burnt bridges
Cold glows
Broken
Lost
Alone
Running
From a past
Done
Happened
Said
Running towards
Unknown
Hope for salvation
Help to save?
Love to show?
Hand to hold?
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To leave
Or to stay
To fight
Or destroy
Never meant
Never intend
Never wanted
It all to fall
So it starts
So it ends
so its racing to defend
Angry words left unsaid
Lonely hearts still searching on
Fight fought with all might
Seemingly lost beyond all trust
Halo keeping all safe
Fading into mirky skies
Stood and fought
For hours
Hurt and pain it brought
But promise made
Promise kept
Never to be left alone
Always taught
Not to let it fade
It was strong
Feeling weak
It was whole
Feeling broken
What happend
What fell
What made it all
Turn and run
What sounded
The end of round bell?
When did it dwindle
Where did time go
When did we turn
To what we never were
Never wanted to be
A bitter sight?
A deadly sound?
A problem child?
Forever loyal I will fight
Forever true I will stay
Forever at ur back I will be
Come hell high water
And the 7 seas
It now is your call
Stay
Or run
What ever it may be
This is my promise
This is my plea
Hold on
And fight WITH me
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Don't be heard
Hide in darkness
Screaming within
Tears they run
Run
Run
End nearing
Break is pending
Storm ominously waiting
Body convulsing
Not to be heard
Not to be found
Only in darkness
They become seen
The cracks that in light
Unseen by open eye
But when all becomes calm
around
She starts to break down
The walls crumble down
Down down
Until worthless soul
Scratched open and found
Unworthy
Unwitting
Hellward bound
Fingers cold as they scratch
claw
Rip and tear
At what seem not want
At scarred skin
What's the use
When no use to others
What's the purpose
When no other is found
You you
You are nothing
A waste of space
A worthless fake
They'll leave you again
Legs pulled to chest
She shudders again
Feeling anger within
Hide it away
Before they see
Hide it deep
Hide it quick
White knuckled hands
Run through matted hair
Frustration bared
Who will see her glinting looks
Of an ambition to kill
Murder
Destroy
The monster within
With one final step
To end the losing set
She has no worth
No one will care
They will laugh
At her heart in a letter
Finally be laid bare
Lost is the hope
Faith.
Trust
Destroyed by those
Who shoved her off
Those who turned their backs
Those who tortured her with
judgement
And stares
Those who took for granted
The piece of her soul she gave
willingly
To try save the fake gold
In them she saw
Teeth clenched as last words
are said
I love you
I miss you
Never forget
Only if they would see
How much these words mean
If only they see
These
Are
Her
Only
Plea
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Define you're fate
Or get defined by it
Fight to defend it
Crawl to protect it
Secretly try change it?
Defined
Moulded
Sculpted
Created
Everyday too be...
What we seem not want
What we rear against
Fight to the count
Of a dance with Fate
Slow twirls around
A empty room
Filled with silent screams
Happy deceit
Love comes
Love goes
Heart to pay the price
On Fates' cold touch
Fate spins you into
Whirlwinds of truth
Begging not to lose
Hold on frail hand now
Soaked in what
Others can't see
Brief second you pull away
Smile on Its face
It turns you back in
It throws you back
Towards the floor
Catching just before
It all is lost tiles, tack
To stands of hair
Fallen from neat, kept,
Wholesome hold
Between Fates' teeth
A blossom clutched
A fragile flower, life, dreams
Untouched
With a sharp stab
Fate is killed
By your hands which
It no longer held
A rose red as blood
Falls to the floor.
Only to be caught
By the one
No longer in Fates hold
But the one who
Holds her fate
Her own
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