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The kind that all the songs and prophets preach.

That ideal relationship, just out of reach,

 The kind that all the songs and prophets preach,

Have I just got scales in my eyes?

Stopped seeing the best, the love in the guy,

Has it just got layered in dust,

Melded down with layers of rust,

I assume that I know all there is to know,

Stopped seeing the sparks and caring, so

Have my expectations just got in the way?

That ideal relationship just out of reach,

Maybe it’s there, if I don’t impeach,

I need to look at the whole,

Test out my beliefs ,then cut out the bull,

I need to analyse my feelings, pull them apart,

Maybe test,  the workings of my treacherous heart,

Get out the duster, scale the rust,

Look hard at my lover, try or bust,

The ideal relationship maybe within reach.

The kind that all the songs and prophets preach.

Meme Bleeding Heart

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Aura

The aura surrounding you, mellifluous sound and light

Colours blending and changing, music in my mind

 Your aura enchants me, pure cosmic delight 

There is beauty, surrounding us keeping love inclined 

Words alone cannot tell, meaning, so sublime

Poem by E. E. Cummings

BY E. E. CUMMINGS

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Diverting my love

I got carried away by our interaction,

Thought it was a source of mutual attraction,

I got carried away by your seeming caring,

Those whispered words and the texts endearing,

I imagined ,we shared something special at times,

I am sure we did, fleetingly, or maybe I am blind,

I knew you had  others,

Then there were your brothers,

Our time together, seemed  intense,

In this universe, it felt immense,

I realised, I had been carried away,

The day you forgot my words, of yesterday,

As one of the crowd, I am just a fleeting fling,

It won’t be me, when cupid, releases the arrow from the sling,

It pains me to release these silken chords,

But our relationship, will never win any awards,

I got carried away and am getting hurt,

I am setting us free, my love to divert.

Live tomorrow with pride

Hold the joy of the moment

Keep it safe within

Whatever happens tomorrow

Don’t let the demons in

When things pan out in abundance

Remember, that moment of bliss

It’s yours to keep, to treasure, to learn

Like when, you  stepped off the cliff

If your dreams don’t pan out and things go askew

Regroup, retrench find the siren song, bright not blue

Don’t give into despair,or  let the black dog sit

Dive right in and salvage the good bits

Hold the joy of the moment

Don’t let the demons in

Whatever happens tomorrow

It’s a new day , free from sin

Learn from the good and the difficult

Don’t let angst, cast that moment aside

Let go of anxiety and anger, live tomorrow with pride

Invictus by William Henley

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul. 

William Ernest Henley

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The enforcer

My wrath can be great, I am the enforcer

My compassion can be great, I am the assuager

I am here to defend all that is good 

I am here to punish the bad, am I understood?

I have been created to subdue the outdated beliefs

To quell the  need for conflicts, to lead to new reliefs

Love and peace is my first option but please understand

These swords in my hands, are more than metal bands

They spew love or retribution  with equal force

I will not hesitate to find the just cause

When things are looking bad

In the blink of eye you might catch, the flutter of feathers 

As I fly by, vengance and compassion  my tools for all weathers

I am the enforcer, I am the assuager, fashioned in the balance

Hope you never need me life can be a pennance.

Flash fiction. Transformation

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It is time. Time for my next transformation. I am prepared, well as much as I can be. I sit in the coolness of the temple my metal casing cooled by the shaded darkness. The creeping insidious  flashes of pain  in my head are growing stronger. My mind is pierced by a raging heat, I raise my hand to my temple to soothe the pain,  but hurriedly lower it, the heat is too much. I realise this is to be ordeal by fire, this was not  explained at my briefing from the elders.  There is a tremor running through me, and I hear a  whistling noise. It’s me, I am keening. Fire, my nemesis. I visualise that portion of my  third transformation where the heat had cracked my shell and left me with life long pain. I need to run from this place, I will not endure the agony that I suffered.

I need a way of cooling the heat, dousing the flames. I am not ready.

I feel flames licking around my face, hot spirals of magma seeping from my eyes, my skin is melting. I will not be consumed by flames. 

I remember the lotus pond in tne temple garden . I grab the table in front of me and lever myself to my feet, I cannot stand so I sink to my knees and crawl towards the exit. I reach the pool, gazing at the reflection of my grotesque firey face in the pond. My decisions now will alter my own future and the balance if power in the universe. Halting this transformation will send me back to being a frail mortal woman who will never again aspire to be a God. I teeter on the brink of the pond, have I the courage? 

Then I plunge head first into the pool.