Weak moments are allowed

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We all have our weak moments, what's even more pathetic, are the people who use your weak moments to validate their lack of self esteem. Your destruction is how they get their kicks, and if they break you, they believe they will be happy. Sadly people like this show themselves for what they are, the reveal the pieces that are them, the broken images, the jigsaw of a shattered reflection, they cant bare to look at. The reality is they invite destruction into their own lives, they reveal themselves to those around. The wallpaper cracks are very visible. Here's a reality cheque sometimes we need to cash, if someone invests that much time in breaking your spirit, in putting you down, they must be pretty damaged inside. No matter how small they make you feel, remember you must be pretty important for them to invest so much time in tearing you down. Just remember, our weak moments, our silly moments, vulnerable, embarassing, even our humiliation is all worth it, because we can utilise it as a strength and become something greater. Let other people judge you, they too will be judged.

The Legends were one

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The poets corner
the silent streak
We walk the night
We fear the reek
The silence of it all
The crisis
It is the crisis
and the narrow minds
sink still
we think at large
And not at will
For those who dare
We dare to dream
The strength we hold
we keep within
For it was the silence
it was the silence that captivated
and the wrong one's still.

Taunting someone else's toxic spirit

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Sometimes people will try and tear down your spirit, they will break you down, spread rumours in an attempt to make you feel inadequate. It is important to always remember who you are because people often tear us down, when their dealing with their own insecurities also. I always say know who you are, when we don't is when we find ourselves in the most trouble. Love yourself and don't let others destroy your spirit, build yourself up. Use books, music, watch things that motivate you, make plans and set new goals for yourself. You can do anything you set your mind too.

High Tide

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High tide;
The moon has sighed;
Destiny is at your side,
Confusion whispers;
Sweet nothings,
Conversations only god should hear
Then I sit
Or I stand here
Double checking the promise of
Thoughts left behind ,
Where are all your marbles,
In this life;
The ink is slick and wet;
I quirk my brow
I am perplexed
For it is high tide;
And the moon
Bellows
For I am a child once more.

You are the Fire

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You are the fire;
You are the storm
You are ambition
Fully formed
Like a well with water
And a river with fish
You are a sizeable dish,
A meal for a starving king
A brain that navigates
With all it's fuel
Oil
Leaking
Pissing into the veins
Sweet liquid travelling
Into
Life's poetic motions;
For we are the slim ones here;
Sliding between doors
And shades in between.

Red ebony

Captured inbetween

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Deep in between
Engine oil pain
Puss of old love
Yellowing as the
Wound continues
The root of pain we
Decide unnecessary
I am my today,
And not yesterday
I am the eyes that
Seek a different
Love
The hands that
Yearn to kiss new flesh
And the smile that craves it's
Polaroid existence
As champagne rivers
Drown us in irony,
And the tears which
Turn eyes to glass
Belch out the
History of our mistake
Our hopscotch youth
Recycles itself
And the whisper of fear
Leaves breadcrumbs in the darkness.

Red Ebony

Loveless Shame

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This loveless shame
and who am i
To claim victory
For a love
That has no name,
A love with shadows
Love with
Price
a tag attached to
walls of ice
This loveless shame
and who am i
in this paradise
A blind person
with all my eyes
Eyes cast downwards
Eyes on shoes
Refrigerator love
is much bad news
This loveless shame
and who am i
To claim victory
For a love
that has
no name

Red ebony

Completed with extra's: More to add

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There are warriors in us all;

Lions fight Goliaths

ten foot tall

Though were scared and chomp

at bits

We climb barriers and

out of it

Pure vision lies

with Strength within

A soldier denies

to let light dim

Fight with passion

fight for life

we gasp for Oxygen

to survive

When you fail

Fight to thrive

This is you

upon the edge

Standing near

a jagged ledge

And all those questions

That you ask

Hidden in

Your faded mask

Wipe those tears

beyond glass eyes

For pain is buried

Drilled in deep

It lulls you

when you fall

asleep

Life as punisher

Life as friend

Riddles at the start

and end

Your

precipice

Your recipe

for success within

let glowing lights shine

and beam

Detonate explosions of fear

Hold your head up

for your still here

For your still

The soldier rings

the shrill alarm,

We stand at ease,

and remain calm

snap our fngers

Lick dry lips

Tilt our heads

Prepare for  abyss

it's imagination

station

Be addicted

to your dreams

don't let them fester

let them steam

Heat them up,

Cook and boil

Nails are dirty

Let hands toil 

let the scent travel upon the air

smile at those fuckers

 your already there.

Red Ebony

self in between self

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The inbetween self

Of you and I

Of me and you

And when and why 

As we move forward beyond the stills

Of mountains dim, 

Deep beneath our world

Within

This endless night. 

We fight within 

Of fear and flight

We capture all the wild ones 

Still

And as we fight 

We fight with fuel

For Ghosts that sweep

Beneath the realms 

The possibilities of an unchained 

Mind

Leave us restless in our spirits,

Hungry in our brains

Starved for the knowledge 

Our mind it craves.

Red Ebony

Glass

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Glass half empty
Mind half full
You are a brain
And watch it tick
The clock crows
For new wisdom 
To be rebirth 
The ticking clock 
Moves with stealth 
Participating in all your mansion
Dreams
And there you are 
Cocooned in the poison 
Desolate with fear within
For we have risen
Beyond Goliath,
And thou our Soul 
It fight and trieth
The glass says 
We are wise ones 
Still
So here we work;
The mind a mule ;
Enveloped in the whisper of 
New dreams.

Red Ebony

Short story: The Detective

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It was the wayward ones that requested for life to begin. Asking questions of a life that paralyzed them. They wanted so much more than this, and as the world belched out, the pain of promise yet to arrive, held them in a state of captivity. It was done, and it was questionable, Menelik hated playing hero to young girls who were starved of all their dreams. Girls who took a wrong turning in life’s obstacle course and here he was, the defender, the protector, the healer of all wounds deep. He lit the Cigarette, felt the Tobacco swell on his insides, he gulped and swallowed hard, as he wrestled with discomfort in the seat of the green Toyota. “Why do you hate being a detective, so much?”

“Because I have my own life to save.” He glanced briefly at Vivien Marx, he hated her idealism on most days, but today, she was the worst version of herself. All sunshine and daisies. It was too much for a Monday morning Midnight Stretch.

“I just think…” she began, then ran long fingers through the folds of spaghetti tendrils. She’d dyed her hair Midnight black; she always did that when she was going through pain. Her hair usually a brilliant auburn would be transformed, but the eyes are always magnifying glass of the soul. Their soft brown would light with a tear, and protectively she would raise the collar of her leather jacket, as though it were hiding her from the world. 

“ You change my perspective, and yours is drugged by misery,” she uttered into Midnight shadows, “Forgive me for having seen too much in my 32 years of living,” Menelik countered. “Forgive me for not buying into you pity Mel,” she snatched the cigarette from the comfort of his fisted mouth. Stubbed it, “You bastard you promised you’d stop smoking.” They shared a glance for a five second stretch, her smile was hypnotic, her gaze like a touch to him. Menelik released a lazy smile. “You know Mel if I wasn’t so crazy about you,”

“But you are….”

He nodded, a nod meant back to business. “So you think this guy killed her.”

“Dianne Fahilla mysteriously disappears, completely out of character, right after she publishes the book revealing Aztec International’s dodgy ventures. They market themselves as a clean corporation, she knew a lot of powerful people, and she pissed of a lot of powerful people.”

To be continued on upcoming website

Challenge

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Enter challenge
And the world it spins 
I walk topsy turving, tilting on my head
Travelling with my dreams instead
As high heels click with typewriter precision on the slabbed pavement. 
We tip toe on high heels, 
Smoke filters into the darkness 
Scent of hunger attaches itself to my skin,
I am a dreamer and starving still,
I am seduced by the night sky 
A beautiful black 
An Ocean of stars 
With each thought picked by me,
Enter challenger;
Here we stand ;
This giant fist
This iron man
This wing upon;
A holy throne
When we walk;
We stride alone
Feet itch
They stretch and glide
Sweat clasped hands held 
Side by side
Bodies melt like oil
Mind moves with machine authority
Click click goes the  type writer of the brain,
And when I leave 
The smoke remains
For the mystery of a life with questions 
Sits in corners 
On once upon a busy street. 

Red ebony

Echoes

Resonate your Eardrum


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Echoes of a mind well spent
Beyond the self
That we resent
A version of
Our shattered selves,
We struggle towards our
Climactic dreams
Epic illusions
Of fear
Cascading
Waterfalls poison pen leaks
Heart stop
Veins burn
Pulse throbs
Yet life says
You are breathing still


Red ebony

Warrior spirit

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A warrior spirit
Cannot be broken still,
We fight 
With discipline
We fight with will
Jumping hurdles of the mind
Our fears
We leave
Like Ghosts behind
As we inch towards 
The ledge 
Glaring at an ocean 
Where a river is greedy 
With dreams.
We gaze up at the sun
And we say
A warrior spirit
Cannot be broken still

Red ebony 

Eating self education

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The conflict of miseducation leads us to believe we are less than we are. You are more powerful than you know, it is important to look within. Your spirit cannot be broken. Battered or beat. It is simple, refuse to say no to your dreams. Refuse to allow others to tear you down or break your spirit, because the world is full of people who try. If you find yourself attracting toxic people , keep your distance. Toxic people are contaminated, they spread poison, and it is important to build yourself up to Epic proportions. Have your vision in sight and keep moving forward , keep striving toward the change you need, and don't let anyone tear you down.  Or steal your joy. Sometimes people who are unhappy within themselves, are blood thirsty, and hungry to see you fall appart. It makes them feel better about themselves, it makes them feel like they have something in common with other people, Focus on building yourself up, when others are working so diligently to tear you down. I say it time and again, know who you are.

The practitioner

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Promise of practise

Discipline here

We work like mules

For dreams that stir

The womb of mind

With creations within

Ideas are your pleasure

Ideas are your sin

For here I sit

Worshipping imagination,

As I pivot to jubilation

Quizzing, questioning

Wondrous worlds

Heads are busy

Buzz with energy

Of our electric world within

Red ebony

A choir of us

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A choir of us
and here we chime
This love with you
This you and I
Here we sit
Your eyes on me
You are everything
I see
The world it whispers
Through pupils
Star gazed eyes
You are my Atlas
The world belongs to us
The ocean
The imagination we gulp
Luck our thirst dry
It's you and me
And the starry sky

Red ebony

Quest for love

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A quest for love

We search within

We perch on

Tins 

Of broken dreams

The chain of life's

Evaluated obstacles

Questions that collide

With answers that refuse to reveal

Themselves;

This is life with stepping 

Stones;

Jump, leap , hop 

And strive towards freedom, 

A well of imagination

Of scribble pads, and romance books, 

We came we saw

We're eager and took.

A quest for love

We search within

Always to arise

and win.

Red ebony

Beauty of the skin your in

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Peel the flesh 
It's the skin your in
Your wo some tides
Your lights were 
Dimmed
No stranger sits 
Right at your side
For their aware
The mask you hide
Unveil the theatre
Of old pain
The stain of promises
Changeling that you are
Promises leaking oil and water,
Messy dreams
Chaos of your mind within
Peel the flesh
It's the skin your in,
Your wo some tide 
Your lights are dimmed.

Red ebony

The beauty of your own reflection

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Beauty is your souls reflection

Celebrate within

Abolish self rejection,

Age with grace

A timeless mind

For imagination was never crime;

Dreams that lurk in secret caves,

Minds that travel beyond graves

And all the legends we mistook

The answer is;

Yes please

I accept my own reflection

Red ebony

Starving to become you

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We fight for 
What's right in our mind
Contesting against
Judas's of time
Those who lurk
And swallow dreams
Then gulp it down
What a pretty pill they swallowed
Here you sit
Quivering,
Blood pulsing, head thumping
Stomach rumbling
Throbbing
Aching
For you are starving to become you

Red Ebony