Manipulation of a devils soldier.

The punishment of an echoing silence, still whispers
in the stale air,
as you spit venom at me, for a life that isn’t fair.
And the words tumble out, falling just there,
And watch as you see,
How much I truly care.
So you aim for the heart
With a poisionous dart,
and punish the girl,
For playing her part.
My wings stretch out far,
So I can protect, my precious star,
and the battle is lost,
at your cost.
The bed is now empty,
Void of a soul,
manipulate me
and lose all that know.

Oblivian, where peace reigns.

A self induced cage
Of crystal glass,
To waste away the days,
In the hope that i’ll last.
The midnight hour calls
through the dark and lonely sky,
to catch me as I fall,
and show me how to fly.
And I don’t pretend to know,
And I don’t pretend to care,
about the ending of this show,
If I did, I wouldn’t share.
So I hide between the trees,
that whisper through the night,
and everytime you see,
i’ll turn away from the light.

100 Days of happiness, condensed.

I love,
I love random smiles from strangers,
And good morning salutes as the sun rises and the day starts.
I love red sky at night and red sky in the morning.
I love a moon that is barely a slither,
I love a quarter moon,
I love a half moon.
I love the moon.
I love the stars that freckle across an evening sky,
a morning sky
and a deep, dark, night sky.
I love daisies,
I love daffodils,
I love yellow,
I love purple.
I love werthers originals and murreys mints,
i love spearmint flavoured mojos.
I love happiness, happy people, happy smiles.
I love strength, no matter who the person is.
I love honour and truth.
I love words,
the power they have
To communicate,
to tell,
To express,
To reveal
And even to hide.
I love warmth, socks, hats, scarf’s, gloves
I love autumn,
I love a warm earth and a chilled air,
I love snow,
The silent echo,
The soft fall,
The hushed, crunch
The rosey cheeks.
I love hot baths to warm me,
To sooth me, to calm me.
I love the radio.
I love to sing, loud and out of tune.
I love cats,
I love the few hours if restless sleep I get,
I love laying in bed warm beneath the covers,
I love silence,
I love noise,
I love calm and I love busy.
I love me.

The mask fell, i’ll fight fire with fire.

Let’s call this a rant :-). Today I made a discovery or perhaps simply remembered. So what did I remember? All the lessons that being one of five siblings teaches you. The advice my brothers whispered in my ear to teach me how to survive in a mans world. The late night chats with my very wise Dad and even the harsh utterings of my mothers tongue. Yep I remembered it all. It was all there inside of me waiting to come flying out. So what caused the eruption? As a general rule I avoid people that lie, elaborate, look after themselves only, don’t listen, bullshit and well you get the idea. The problem is I can’t avoid this one person that has all those characteristics, i can’t change this, i wish i could, but no can do. I’ve tried everything to get a long with this person, i’ve bit my tongue till I bled, walked away, ignored, smiled through it. But this week has been long and today, after one time too many of being treated like a skivvy I exploded. I don’t ask for much, treat me with respect and I will do the same back. Ironically this person said a few weeks back that my kindness made me weak, I wonder if he still thinks that tonight. Truth is my actions were appaling, however they matched his, so i gave him the level of respect he gave me. So today I remembered theres another side of me. And as this persons words turned vile as he realised he had underestimated me, my intelligence and my strength, I laughed in his face applauding slowly and congratulated him on his intelligent play of trying to turn me into the bad guy. As his tone changed and he attempted to save face (his, not mine) through aggresive tone, language and body language I stood tall and turned to face him, just like I had been taught, I looked him in the eye, and qiutely, controlled warned him that his aggresive response would not be tolerated I watched as he sqiurmed in the corner, as I took control. And as he dug his own grave deeper and deeper, I handed him the shuffle. And having asked for help all week, with a job that is his to do not mine, and being denied it all week, I walked away at the end of the day smiling, as he continued to try and sort out the mess he had made, but had hoped I would sort out for him. And as I laughed in his face, todayhe saw that I can be kind, I can help others with a second thought, I can be caring, unselfish and even considerate. I can also be crossed, I can be spiteful and strong, vindictive, I can use my intelligence as a source of power to belittle those around me. I hope I don’t have to be this person again, but I will no longer hesitate to change the mask. I am worthy and deserve to be treated with respect, I have earned it, vut I am happy to fight fire with fire. Just don’t crying when you end up burned.

A burning sky.

The eternal flow of magnetic need,
that draws down to water the seed.
Burning flames of an immortal star
Lighting the way, raising the bar.
A cross road of indecision,
Void of realistic vision.
The fantasies of a caged life,
dreaming of a sky where she takes flight,
A soft breeze ruffles her feathers,
As she sits pondering, whether
Freedom is a fantasy fed to poor,
in a land governed by selfish laws.

Woman’s rights in the dark still.

It is officially winter. Darkness has swept in and as I finish work and walk across the pitch black car park, toward the alley that leads across the small stream of water. I am overly aware of myself. The darkness surrounding me, the lack of light illuminating my path. I cant help wondering why in a society so obsessed with technology, why do we still have unlit alleys? When i use the toilet a little light senses my movement at the door and clicks on, so long as I continue to move the light stays on. So why do they not put a similar motion detector through the car park and into the alley, like a little lighted gangway? Why are women, and the vulnerable still being allowed to put themselves at risk? In a society that likes to declare endlessly that it has moved on and is now treating women with the respect and fairness they deserve, why are we still left to walk into situations that put us into danger? There are two other ways to leave the car park, neither of them have lights and neither are what I would consider safe. Ok rant over spose i better by some pepper spray and a torch!