Days just pass: dawn till morning, dusk till night.

Trick or treat? Do they ever ask?

She's standing in the hallway, tears glistening in her eyes.

She wanted to scream, but, shut her mouth so tight.

Surrounded by ambiguities, queries undefined,

She yearned for a swim but drowned, intertwined.

Silence hung heavy; she fell on her knees.

Moonlight wove a tapestry, amazingly evergreen.

He ran through the hallway to grab her,

Forgetting how he lost his grasp on her.

He begged her to speak, to scream, to weep.

She was all innocent yet started doing all three.

He hugged her so tight; she wanted to let go.

If letting go were a choice, she would've said no.

But it was a need.

How to discard oneself, though?

Is this behaviour?

A disregard, after all?

He offered her an apology, as if it were just a word,

Ignoring all the suffering she'd endured.

Tears fell from her eyes as a gushing river flows.

Am I the one who suffers and cries the most?

That's not fair; suffering's my share.

Darkness surrounded her; mist filled the air.

They plunged a spearA mine shaft, an oil wellInto the earthBut it's their greedTheir power, their hard heartsThat will face extinctionLove will have rebirth

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Soft and white and covered in peaceShining brown and wild-branchedFull of life and leaves of greenBurning yellow like fire

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love youAnd I feel all the infinite ways you love me tooYou welcome me into your arms like a motherYou plunge right into my soul like a loverYou heal me, you help me, when I am brokenI hear your words though they are not spokenYou guide me through this writhing lifeYou cut through illusion with your stone knifeYou give me comfort, you give me peaceYou give me the strength to hold every pieceI love you, I love you, I love you, I love youAnd I feel all the infinite ways you love me too

Trees like beacons, reach to the skyThey answer each time I ask them whyPlants like spirits glowing with lifeThey give me friendship when loneliness is rifeThe birds, the squirrels, the deer, moose, coyotesThe voles, the porcupines, the bears and the bumblebeesThe fish, the snakes, the salamanders and frogsThe moss, the lichen, that cover trunks and logsThe river, of course, flowing strong-souledThe streams that rush so free and so coldThe life that dances and twirls in sweet harmonyThey are the treasures I'll always hold in my memoryI cannot put into words how you made me into meI cannot put into pictures all that you made me see.

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"Shamandalie" (Sonata Arctica)

Remember my love in olden times when the moon was bright and right next to us.

We were young and dumb, oh what a bliss.

We lived our life like a painting, passion with every stroke.

Can we ever have what we had that was unbreakable?

Time flew by us in the blink of an eye.

I never forgot your charm or your smile.

Time went on and many memories died with us.

I write these words down so as not to forget and to ease my pain.

I remember our love and our lives, and those memories make me cry.

I live here and you are there, and it seems we never lived together as our time was a shamandalie.

Every morning, we have learnt this new mantra before we start the day

Either good or bad, we end it on our very own, every human feels, every human suffers

Just because one of them decided to bite, does not make the other bad

Just because one of them bites, dose not make the other bad

Just because one of them bites, dose not make the other bad

And with that, cold feet to the flood, toes curled and hands tucked away into sleeves, hair on the eyes and back hunched we make busy body

Haste to sooth Haste to sooth

We must turn to butter to sooth the way

It is alright if the body becomes a bit tattered, we are like water

Throw me in a jar and we'll warp into what so ever you would like me too

There is pleasure

Pleasure in peace

Pleasure in calm

But there is also pleasure

Pleasure in conflict

Pleasure in poking knives into backs

Would it still be pleasure if you poked knives into children?

Recently

A realization has hit us

It says  ' there is warmth, if we try to find it'

But then another 'there is only warmth, if we give up some of you.'

There is a law, you see.

A law of equivalence.

A law of exchange.

We are torn, neither are false yet neither are true

There is warmth towards the chest, it radiates on the face,  eyes squint and lips pucker into thin lines

But the back.

Oh the back is cold

It's cold

It's raw

It's unsafe

There's to much focus

Focus on the back

Focus on our back

We can't focus on the warmth

We can't focus on your warmth

Can you see us?

For we cannot see you

Please understand

We have recently learnt that one of us is naive

She's a child

She's too good

She is afraid as she cannot understand

She cannot understand why the teeth are grinded and gritted

Why stones are thrown through glass houses

Why skin on the palm of her mother's hand have become tough and rigid

Rigid.

Yes, that is who I am

Rigid yet liquid

Like Oobleck

I am afraid.

Can you help me not be?

Can you feel that pang in your chest for the girl birthed to become a mother to a house that she was told to be a child in?

We can feel it

When you look at us

The love

The pity

Can you save a piece of us in you?

Can you collect us bit by bit so if we wish to find ourselves, we will find them in you?

You, the reader.

Can you hold onto it?

Can you help us not be....

Afraid?

You're more than some kind of refuge camp or a quick place to hide

you're starting to feel like home.

in fact I think you've felt like home for a while now

there have been so many times when all I wanted to do was escape.

and this is the very first time that I have a destination in mind.

​​​​​​​~ you

Sir, I am not your toy

I've seen this righteous joy

I've seen this massive death

Inhaled the poison breath

Sir I am not your tool

You're the one who's a fool

I've worked the poison mines

While you wore suits so fine

Sir I am not your friend

I've nothing to amend

I will not toil for you

Don't tell me what to do

Sir I am not your love

You let my brother starve

You let my people die

Tell yourself you can lie

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You're not the bleeding child

You're not the soul that's lost

You're not the untamed wild

We're not the car's exhaust

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Devastation, desolation

Desecration, exploitation

Inequality sold as liberty

Desperate poverty sparks monstrosity

Gnaw those higher, light the fire

Pain makes liars, we conspire

Physicality's exclusivity

Come together for our true liberty

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Sir you are ignorant

All the cash that you've spent

Will be the rope with which

We'll hang your body, bitch

Sir you have got no clue

How the masses love true

You don't know how we bleed

You with your selfish creed

Sir yet you think you know

And that power must flow

Straight to your fattened hands

You cannot feel these lands

Life Force is not a man

She is the Loving Plan

She shields the poor and hurt

Who must be meek and curt

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You're not the wise old crone

You're not reduced to ash

You're not here all alone

We're not the dirty trash

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Devastation, desolation

Desecration, exploitation

Inequality sold as liberty

Desperate poverty sparks monstrosity

Gnaw those higher, light the fire

Pain makes liars, we conspire

Physicality's exclusivity

Come together for our true liberty

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Whereas recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is the foundation of freedom, justice and peace in the world.

Rather than treating nature as property under the law, rights of nature acknowledges that nature in all its life forms has the right to exist, persist, maintain and regenerate its vital cycles.

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Devastation, desolation

Desecration, exploitation

Inequality sold as liberty

Desperate poverty sparks monstrosity

Gnaw those higher, light the fire

Pain makes liars, we conspire

Physicality's exclusivity

Come together for our true liberty

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Break my faith

Cast me out

Here alone

I still won’t doubt

Pull me in

To life at war

I’m Her child

Not your soldier

———

When it comes to love we’re from the same source

When it comes to need love wants us to have all we need

I’d rather be your enemy than find out

What it’s like to live under your power and your greed

———

When it comes to love there are no borders

No classes, castes, or clans or race or gender

All of us we all come from the Mother

And that’s the way that we must treat each other

———

Fear my eyes

and my flame

If I die

I’ll keep my name

If I die

I will not be

Yours to make

You luxuries

———

When it comes to war we must destroy it

When it comes to peace we can make one world full of peace

I’d rather be the enemy of rich men

When I die I go into the last joyful release

———

When it comes to love there are no borders

No classes, castes, or clans or race or gender

All of us we all come from the Mother

And that’s the way that we must treat each other

———

Love passes through every being who

The Mother did create, Her heart is true

All of this universe all old and new

Love passes through me and also through you

Love brings everyone back to the Mother

Makes us all siblings and sisters and brothers

Love is for everyone it knows no tether

She made us all She is soft as a feather

———

When it comes to love there are no borders

No classes, castes, or clans or race or gender

All of us we all come from the Mother

And that’s the way that we must treat each other

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My autistic friend once told me that smoking weed makes her feel normal.

So I tried it.

I don’t know what normal feels like,

But I didn’t feel it.

My reflection was the same.

My heart still beat in my chest.

My brain contained the same ideas and beliefs.

Maybe it was her definition of normal.

Normal? Did it mean socially capable?

Did it mean able to look people in the eyes?

I still couldn’t

All I could do was laugh.

But it didn’t make me human.

I still felt alone in my skin,

I still was just a werewolf.

Sure,

I was a werewolf smoking weed now.

But I wasn’t human.

I wasn’t normal.

Eloquent Masquerade

They don masks of porcelain smiles,

layered thick upon flesh too pure,

a glossed veneer to shield decay.

Hypocrisy seeps from grinning maws,

slipping like venom through ivory fissures.

Cities swell, sprawling like tumors,

devouring the earth's tender breath.

Society grinds, a ceaseless wheel,

spinning on shards of fractured intent,

choices severed from spirit,

bound to the gods of gold and glimmer.

Appearance reigns,

currency calls,

and humanity fades,

a silhouette

of what once thrived.

Aromatic Flame

Her form, delicate yet profound,

exuding a heady allure.

She captivates with vivid hues

and a touch that lingers.

A spark ignites restless thoughts,

driving musings, dialogue, and creation.

Our exchanges, mere glimpses

of a pursuit for freedom,

a reach for individuality.

Yet, her embrace holds me longer,

a magnet to my time and mind.

In her presence,

I draw her essence deep

until the air grows heavy with her spirit.