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I am stuck. Blocked. No other detours. I need some peace and quiet and get out of here. Its too noisy, people chatting away. Of redundancy that mean nothing. so Fuck off today. I am not going to stay. This will pass and tomorrow will come. Maybe I can think of something better than this scum? My mind is just battered. I need peace and quiet. I need to write and release this urge and desire. But it feels like this cement is drying quick and I cannot pick the fucking word. Breathe. Breathe. I need a muse. I need a heartache but everything is right enough not to be able to write. I need to sleep. Maybe a hug. A fuck? Maybe just some luck? I shall not force it and let it go. For stories untold will be left to sow. The battle shall continue again. When this blockage is free from within.

Prepare to procure passivity in perpetual progress of personifying perfection! Puppets prefer playing pretend. Preposterously pretentious.

The garden is evergreen and fertile. Let it not be bare and wasted into a landfill of mud and nothingness. Let it not lay in materialistic inclination or dogmatic beliefs. Fill it with colours and fragrance, ever-changing. Scatter it with fruits of taste and bliss. Sow! Sow! Sow! Keep the hands and knees soiled. Dig deep within the grey mud and plant these seeds with intention. Surely and sprightly, but one passion at a time. Be it the seeds of fruitful needs and earthly conquest. Deeds of nourishment with efforts of persistent splashes and sprays. Watering from moments to moments in an ever-moving conquest of the harvest. The jovial and optimistic Sun, how it brightens up these fields. It fuels and pulls these growths from the ground while roots spread far-reaching for stability in every weather. Grounded in hopes of elated vibes. Clear those weeds then preserve and cultivate. Caress it with images of lovely hopes and aspirations. Beckoning in rainbows and divine we...

There is a sound that comes and goes, With no particular rhythm, a subtle hiss, I tried searching for it once, it knows, For as soon as I search, it will surely cease, I put it out of my mind, hearing it from time to time, As days, months and years passed by, The constant noises around, ever drowning me in sound, While my eyes kept occupied by these lights we glorify, Life! Demanding as it has been, Somehow always chasing for an unseen dream, Nothing is sensed for we are always fed, Everyone in tranced and we live like we are dead, As I lay quiet in silence, watching and waiting to expire, The hiss flowed faint like a slow, withering death. In that final moment I finally realised that the old forgotten hiss, Was my life-giving breath. Life is held only by a thread of breath, so breathe aware.

In solemn realisation of the dearly departed, A cut etched deeply into our skin, Heart hastened the bleeding while mind is cluttered, Life moves on but where do we begin? Enduring moments to moments as days passed, The bleeding subsides but memories still vivid, A scab starts to show as pain wears a mask, Life becomes hard as reality stays rigid, The loss will persist throughout our time, And memories will stay hidden within, Where moments blanket the defunct in mind, But the scar will stay forever on skin, As tears roll slowly down my cheek, I feel an unknown privation deep in my soul, It will never be the same as what we seek, I grow whole with this loss I forever hold.

Has history taught us nothing? Where bloodshed has no other colour but red. Yet in our present, this past is still haunting. How differences pointed out merely to reiterate. Yes! We live such complex lives, to each its own, We are humans, with deep roots of tradition, Nothing would be easier than for our rituals to be known, And for each of us to share the same sentiment. But beliefs are only of yours, and only of mine, Nevertheless, there is a place of commonality, Opinions are only of ours and only of mind, So come with the grace and decency of empathy. Sever these wires that keep us segregated, Release all perception of what we think we know, For these invisible lines that keep us separated, Are there from the very seeds we sow, Lets understand more than just mere tolerance, Lets unite in sharing our diverse culture, By knowing the driving force of each of these ordinance, We will find more in common before dividing into fear, Share with open arms and take...

As treasure worn across their chest, In solemn quiet these poorest rest, Though nothing is ever quite the same, Where towers are houses for the tame, And rest their bottoms on a throne, The money spent we can't condone, Enduring times of wealth combine, A life is life through dark or shine. So be it in gold or worn out cloth, A box, a cave or a private loft, No difference shown in any breath, For soon will come, our time of death, You cannot run, bargain or beg, No point holding on, accept the dread, Be it quick or hard, in destitute or regal, We will leave once and for all, only as equals.

Let us Celebrate, Let us Unite! A potential new holiday is in sight, A celebration of our diverse culture, Where our citizens hold the power, Not to rule, regulate or profit, More to fuel, celebrate and commit, A day to share and seek understanding, Of our traditions and rituals, rather than mere tolerating, We live compact, sharing the space, The same land, our home, our unique place, Life is complicated, so lets make it easy, Give more than take, but mostly give freely, Life is short and happiness is what we seek, Fullness is in the littlest kindness we meet, We are more than our race, language and religion, We are here to thrive together, it's no competition, Learn from our past that was tainted in red, Before being anything else, be human instead, Now lets come together and continue to engage, Share the meaning of our traditions, spread knowledge, From the costumes, rituals and food, To all those parts where we misunderstood, So lets wear our b...