Fire fighter 

She felt it and It burnt. It burnt like an open flame as She fled her own cremation… They had warned her not to play with fire, so she couldn’t help but feel like, the very smoke that choked her, and made her eyes water, was a thing of her own creation… she ran, and ran, and ran, until she was no longer affixed to her asphyxiation. finally she stopped at the top of a long trail of ashy footprints, and pondered how she was going to fix her situation…
She hadn’t escaped unscathed, her heart was covered in burns of the third degree. Lost, she retraced her steps and began to sift through the charred debris… Inadvertently rekindling the experience. The flames were gone, but not extinguished, she missed his spark, his warmth, his light… They had made fear and joy too hard for her to distinguish, fuelling a fascination in her that was too fierce to relinquish…she would use all her will, and all her might, to cool her passion, in fright it might reignite… She was not about to let that happen, never again… She had felt it. And it burnt.


Fallen Angel 

Alone with my thoughts, the dead silence only broken by the fading sound of sirens… I try and fall asleep, hoping my problems drift away with me, but I’m almost scared to close my eyes, I’ve begun to find my dreams so tiring…
Alone with my thoughts, reflecting on the battles I fought, that now only exist in my memories… The sirens intensify, as I mentally testify, pleading guilty to petty crimes, but judging myself for felonies…
And I was alone with my thoughts, burdened by sin, until a fallen angel lent me her wings… I remain alone, but now the solitude is comforting, and my thoughts are with her… The fallen angel, that made peace with my demons…
The sirens pass into the pitch black silence. I unknowingly shut my eyelids, I’ll be alone again tommorow, but this time I won’t mind it…


The mission 

I embark on a mission comprising the daily repetition of seemingly pointless acts, that might attract the formation of beautiful facts, and maybe allow me to extract, information from within. A natural selection, I force, in my chosen direction. My evolution, from a problem to a solution.
As I feel this change begin, I spare no expense to escape the pretence that is ignorance. I Live to enhance the remembrance, of wealth acquired through experience, so I may one day advance from the trance that was yesterday. Leaving as little to chance as I possibly can.
As I become more Lust in this lostful romance, I give myself no choice but to dance, adopting the systematic steps pre prescribed. In the hope that one day, my own choreography is described, by those who saw my vision. The ones who followed me on my mission.


Oblivious in their attempts to guide us, what they fail to realise is, the advice provided on our vices, only demises the life inside us, dims the brightness of light inside us. Until there is only ice where warmth once resided, until they loose their voices and tend to grow violent…. and vice versa.

We all break free from Inertia, and act out all the negativity we had once blacked out. We feel we can never back down, and let them turn our suffering to stats, how? Bright colours so we never fade back into the background, we live through the drama waiting for karma to come back round.

Presented only with what they perceive to be shallow adolescents, desperate to circumvent actuality. They have no prescience of what our impertinence actually represents.

For all our openness judgement is the penalty . As they attempt to suppress our individuality. Their perspective is now stained by the pursuit of position and vanity, their promises fill us with doubt, because their clarity is clouded by clout

 So we no longer see where their intentions lie , actually…we see only lies

Still we strive to survive, working towards unity, giving back to our communities, empowering our sisters, uplifting our brothers, protecting our environment and spreading love to one another, intellectual debating, spiritual meditating, raising our consciousness to new levels

and still they see… only rebels


Queen mother 

She rises before the sun, wiser and older. Each passing day adds weight onto her already burdened shoulders. Even as her knights grow colder, she stands in the front line with her soldiers, waging a never ending war against the harsh realities of life.

She represses all the pain she posses.  In attempts to adorn the ones under her dominion, yet they scorn her with their misplaced opinions, and although they occasionally trigger her wrath, they do not deter her from the path, she was always destined to be on.

An anomaly in her colony. Both the junta and the labour force of her economy. With an open heart and an iron fist, through whatever anarchy afflicts her monarchy, she persists.

Unconditionally kind, not only to her kind, graceful in humility, adept at the art of empathy, and undeterred in her loyalty. These are the elements of her eminence and royalty.

Although she is not perfect by any means, she is and always will be a queen.



On the outside looking in, but invites to step inside, will simply get declined, he oddly feels content with his position… He takes a few steps back, to get a better view of the dark clouds, that crowd his minds Vison, this only reinforces his disposition…

He attempts to move forward, as those dark clouds turn to thunderous showers, he feel stuck as he ponders for hours, too bold to be scared. Too smart to be brave, a rebellious child seeking permission… from a source of uncertainty… For all eternity bound to be enslaved by the things he cannot change… Now there seems to be no shelter from the storms rage… He puts on a show, even though, the storms ever growing flow, has made him outlandish at that stage. A tired man, at young age

The showers turn to floods, the storms refuse to subside, and the time has come to decide… Will he sink or swim… The future is as unclear, as the water he chokes in, yet the past he cannot forget… He takes a gulp of the water he treads, as he realises, not choosing is a choice he now regrets…he tries to jostle, but only causes a few splashes and bubbles, Stuck between previous struggles, and future riddles….timelessly floating…

in the middle…


What is a personality. There’s no longer anything personal about it. We’re nothing but the reflections of society that we need to be. Born free, we enslave our selves to bills and fees. In the quest for pay rises and uni degrees. We chase a “better life” although the term remains undefined. We all seem so eager to fall in line, Our individuality becomes undermined…

What good is a first impression, when self expression is reduced to a prosaic mosaic, made from, the broken pieces of freedom, we flee from. We’re obliged to conform. Stray never too far from the norm.
though this persistent resistance defies the very nature to which we were born. Torn, Our existence is now based on a need to belong…
We follow another mans plans to strive for the upper hand, As we fail to understand how to meet lifes demands.spite and envy, occupy the earths atmosphere, like the oxygen we respire, it runs through our systems.

We are all victims, of the day to day stress, as we dress to impress, under discrete duress. Work till were depressed. Ruined by the influence of affluence, when we were all born blessed… 

We must try not to forget, in this life full of regrets. Being who you really are is the only true success.  

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