Are you still clutching your Molotov Cocktail

 

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Are you still clutching your Molotov Cocktail 

(A lone voice whispers)

Could the sorrowful echoes in empty minds

Mean it's time to remind lost souls

To carefully unwind

And revisit cherished times

When love was once so kind 

When Mother Moon dropped such a captivating warm smile

As long as a nautical blue mile

Is it then they will know

Not to wait another second or a short while

Never to put Real Love on trial

But simply to embrace it and accept all it brings

Whatever your lifestyle

For real love has never always been for sale 

Even for the brave willing to pay the hard price

For a taste of a forbidden paradise

Some say she comes like a cunning lone thief in the darkest of nights

Just wanting new souls to sit with and gleefully watch new scripts play out

New stories filled with happiness

Sadness or even blackmail

For 

Fake love

Cheap love 

Bad love

Hard love 

Quick love

Every love but never true love

Some whisper and whistle

Has always been for sale

For finding true love is like clutching a Molotov cocktail

In a fast-flowing gale 

And trying to keep it lit

Some say it doesn't exist, and it's just an old wives tale

But trust me 

When you've been burnt by that Molotov cocktail

You'll clutch on to it 

With all your strength

Until your coffin receives

Its last stainless-steel nail

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The Woman lost to Marius

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Some say

Seeing is believing

But how can you see what you feel? 

When you start grieving

While the black hearse of loving is leaving 

Leaving once treasured things behind 

Things like sweet love letters

Wedding rings

Perfume filled white sweaters

Memories and all things once kind and divine 

Which once made your soul sing

So to me, it's a lie

While I live through each day, but inside quietly die 

Listening to some still say

Seeing is believing

And knowing 

How can you see what you feel 

When you start grieving?

When the black hearse of loving is leaving 

And you're quietly going out of your mind 

Like a victim of organised crime

When your marriage to the hand, you once loved 

Has ran out of earthly time

And is no longer in your realm 

Breathing 

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Be Courageous

 

Be Courageous

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I rather enjoy inspiring others.

Isn't that why we were all born?

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Be Courageous 

(A lone voice whispers)

Within time

Whispered Mister Emotions

You will need me more

As you slowly turn 

Father's Times

Ancient books 

Full of loose pages

Your memories 

May slowly start to fade

As dark shades cloud your

Mortality

As you 

Year by year 

Unfortunately age

But I will stay loyal

And within

A scent

Old treasured letters

Or just pictures

I am reborn

For 

I am the trigger 

In your sleeping gun

The golden bullets

To revive your mind

Although 

The world around you

May slowly 

Turn dark

Although you 

Maybe

Lonesome 

Happy

Godless

Faithful 

Meek

Or truly just

Strong

I am but one of the many 

Silent gatekeepers

Who protect your life's works

And many songs

Its tales of romance

Happiness and love

All of your majestic empires

Just lying silently

Within dark keeps

So look in the mirrors and see

If you can feel me

See that beautiful reflection 

In those mesmerizing sparkling

Bright eyes

That's me

So

Wear courage like a second

Skin wherever you go

The masses might whisper

Collude

Remark and say

It cannot be done

Put those dreams down and

Go hide them away

Look at him or her

They're losing their

Touch

Multitudes may proclaim

With glee 

As you endure

Spells of failure

Quick to mention 

It's beyond your reach 

Or regalia

But you my reader 

Are a creation of such beauty

Those dreams embody

The strength and power 

Of your souls own duty

So rise up

In front

Of their precious scrutiny

Show them the harmonious

Collaboration of inner faith

And belief

Step above their glorious lies

And continue to rise

It's how you'll escape

and succeed

In front of their 

Jealous

Green eyes

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The Viewer from Beyond

(A lone voice whispers)

A carefree spirit once sung

Like a reborn Easy E

While rushing 

To make a wild case

About real loving

For a life living like the guy up West 

Who created Yeezys 

Isn't easy without faith

So just ask your intuition 

Like you're asking Saint Francis of Assisi

Is your belief in something or someone higher

Regardless of your race

Been eroded

So you know and feel nothing

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Are future generations been subtly steered away from a belief in a high frequency and power 

To beings of lower frequencies linked to desire and fire 

Through anxiety

Modern cultural

Pop

Politics 

Media and society?

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Have you found true love yet?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

And so here we are

Two souls 

Who have travelled through all weathers 

So far

Sometimes with hands held

Tightly, 

Sometimes in spirit 

Sometimes through fire

But all the time

Together 

Braving the looks and gossips of all the world's many soul draining vampires

Climbing over all obstacles laced with metaphorical barbwire

To walking through wildfires

Like Lord Narayan and Goddess Mahalakshmi 

And that my love

Is why I still love you

For you're so special

And you help me renew

And those two are the only things that matters or attracts me

As you keep me afloat and navigating 

Life's Black Sea

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Foundation of the piece.

Does finding true love 

Bring with it, courage but more importantly

a sense of spiritual growth and self rejuvenation

Each morning as one wakes up next to their true love?

Poetic Therapy

And so like David Copperfield 

I disappear through words

So you can heal

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Foundation of the piece 

A study found composing poetry created a meaningful way to process complex emotions

And attempting to find certain words to represent feelings 

Can help to reduce the emotional mind enduring stress

And so for so

Poetic Therapy

Is such magical fun

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The Curo

 The Curo

(A soft soothing voice whispers)

Hey,

I'm talking to the inner you

That curious child who never died as you grew

What do you sense or see 

When you hear my voice

Within your head 

Above the tranquility or violence of modern living

Do you unconsciously instinctively get me

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Foundation of the piece.

Do we instinctively get drawn to certain works by chance, or by our inner child's, curious eyes?

The Appointment

 The Appointment 

(A lone happy voice whispers)

I went to the doctor's today

At 9 am for my results appointment 

Like one of those disciples at the last supper

Scared beyond belief

I walked in smiling the widest smile I could conceive

But when she told me 

Relax 

It's all gone

And you're all clear

I then smiled 

With utter relief

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Foundation of the piece.

Visiting the doctors or hospital can be such a traumatic time, and one can sometimes put on a brave front.

But when all ends well, have you felt that thrilling pure, unadulterated adrenaline, accelerate through your veins?

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The Appalachian

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The Appalachian

(A lone voice whispers)

I was born at midnight when the stars shone

When Papa looked me over and said 

Ma

That boys wrong

But Ma said 

Pa

That boy will grow up

And he'll need support

For just know 

He's a voice and a great song

And so my friend

That's how my life begun 

In a caravan 

On the trail

Following the rising sun

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Foundation of the piece.

Are country folk the best folk untainted by society?

The Process

The Process

To some, 

Poetry is a sophisticated form of release

To others

A form of exquisite escapism from maybe escalating tensions 

Around the world

But a silent question 

A low whisper carried on the hungry lips of all those

Singing silent stories of love and pain 

Lost in thoughts 

In its delicious rain

Did that rhyme or do I have to rewrite it again

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