READ ME : ONCE AND FOREVER

ONCE AND FOREVER:
“Nothing else matters! If you got my back, I got yours. We can face this together!” Steven spat with conviction.
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Standing beneath the decaying oak tree they had so many times explored, Krishna stared into the eyes she searched for in any crowd and faltered. Three years later and even a foot apart the electricity he supplied to her body coursed through her viens.
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There was no easy way to do this!
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How could she tell him they would never work?
How gently could she break their hearts?
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Steven shook his head angrily, “Don’t say it! I can see it in your eyes, you’ve given up.”
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Lowering her gaze she hid her shame beneath his shadow as she stepped closer  embracing him in her arms.
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“I’m sorry but I have to!” She replied with a heavy heart. ” You wouldn’t understand!”
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“What about us!” He cried.
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“There can be no us, I have to do what’s right.”
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Shaking his head in disbelief Steven took a long look at the woman who had stolen his heart and sighed.
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It was as if he had deflated in her arms, his body shrinking before her eyes.
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“One day this will be a memory and I will just be someone you knew.”
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“You cant deny what we had.” He spat. “We loved…”
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Cutting through his truth Krishna snapped, “For both our sakes forget me.”
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Turning on her heels she gathered the broken pieces of her heart together.  Walking away she knew she would never forget , the feel of his skin or the dimple in his cheek. There would be nothing more unforgettable than the joy she had when he smiled in her direction or the way he loved her without conditions.
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Shaking wild thoughts of him from her head she opened her car door and sat down heavily. Looking into the rear view mirror at  his silhouette still abandoned beneath the tree, she wiped her burning tears.
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There was no time for self sacrifice, she had to think of everyone else.
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Love would come later.
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C A P T U R E D


This wasn’t the first time he had tried to drink in her being through his lens. Each time he  attempted to catch her dancing spirit, he failed. Teasing, alluring and captivating his attention she had conquered his mind.
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Together, they had been playing this game for so long he had memorised her movements to the exact time.
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Soon, her lip would quiver before curling into a small smile.
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Then, her body would lean into the lens as if it belonged inside. Her beautiful eyes sparkling as she glared into his making his heart dance to her beat.
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Next, she would brush the stray hair from her cheek placing it behind her ear before closing her eyes just for a second.
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It was now he wished to awake clambering at the fringes of reality.
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Her face distorted too quickly, her teeth grew larger and her eyes no longer sparkled.
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He could not move, his body was rooted to the spot. The scream inside his head muted from his lips as she pounced upon his once willing body.
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Once erected in her beauty he fell hard beneath her weight, avoiding her gaze burning into his flesh he submitted to her power.
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The camera broken and discarded as she picked apart the shattered glass crushing the tiny fragments of lens into his heart one by one.
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Eyes wide open he watched her lips quiver before returning with her small smile and her eyes began to sparkle.
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Breathless, he sprung out of the bed clutching his chest and panting loudly.
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Looking across the bed he sighed heavily, there she lay, peacefully his beautiful captor….
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ONE DROP

Jess paced the floor leaving a flurry of footprints in the lush carpet. Every bone in her body rattled with fear as she listened to Jess explain her plan. In the last three months she had become obsessed with justice she didn’t really need. Everything she had done of her own accord yet, somehow she still felt violated.
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“What do you think?” Renne quizzed.
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Glancing at her blinding beauty Jess only saw an unreachable darkness.
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“You can’t be serious!” Jess pressed. “Thats…Mur..der..”
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The words leaving her lips locked her jaw as Renne smiled.
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“We’re not gonna kill anybody.” Renne spat. ” No that would be to easy!”
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Jess shook her head hard, ” This doesn’t even make sense.
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“It will soon, you see this….” Brandishing the swish army knife Renne laid the blade against her fingertip and squeezed a bubble of ward red liquid from her viens.
“Is everything we need.”
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T H E S A N D M A N:

There she sat in the mist of uncountable grains of sand remembering his name. The rushing sea dancing against the edge of the island laid a rhythm to the song inside her head. The old hut had dissapeared, fishermen had abandoned these quarters but her heart still lived here. Alone with thoughts of him she wondered if he remembered her after all these years. Shaking her head she gathered a handful of sand and let it slid through her fingers.
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They had promised to meet here once, he had forgotten.
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Gathering her shoes she rose from the beach and let her feet cling to the last of her memories
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How foolish of her to think he would remember!
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As traces of her footsteps washed away a young man strolled onto the beach his hopes high. Every year he came and awaited till dark , but he always went home hopeful one day they would meet again.
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So, as night fell and the moon rose above them under the same sky they thought of each other.
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THESANDMAN
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BROKEN HEARTED

Jason watched as his daughter wept in her mothers arms.
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“Hes gone Mum.” Nevea wailed.
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Jason clutched his breath inside his lungs as the sob  tore at a heart he had often questioned exsisted. 
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” What am I gonna do now.” Nevea asked her mother eager for answers.
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“Everything will be fine there will be others.”
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Jason’s blood boil as he put two and two together haphazardly.
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Back in the day he would have thrown on his boots and stomped the streets until he found the prick who had broken his girls heart.
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Kelly soothed her daughter with whispers of encouragement but her sobs only grew louder. Glancing at her husband of twenty seven years she frowned deeply. The scowl had grown and distorted his face as he clenched and released his fists repeatly.
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“Whats wrong with you?” Kelly quizzed.
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” Just tell me who he is and let me deal with him. No one hurts my girl.”
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Kelly frowned, ” What are you on about.”
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“I heard everything just tell me who he is!”
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Kelly chuckled and Nevea giggled.
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“What’s so bloodly funny.”
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“You are, she’s crying over a black panther.”
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Kelly roared with laughter as all the anger left Jason’s shoulders and his body deflated. Releasing her daughter Kelly rose from the sofa still chuckling as she stepped into her husbands arms.
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“I thought you might need a hug, you look traumatised.”
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“I think I am, Black Panther has a lot to answer for.” He mumbled..

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INHERITANCE – PART ONE

There was no diamonds paved on these streets, no hood millionaires either. Lined against the pavement four black hearse awaiting their passengers as a small crowd formed. Mother Gee had been a pillar of the community, a leader of sorts. Now she was a corpse the belly of the beast had been ripped open. People from across the globe had arrived to pay their respects to one of the most feared women of all time. For almost two decade Mother Gee had taken charge of the corners and guided her entourage to success.

It was the job of dealer to sell a dream and that included the lifestyle. Mother Gee could sell anyone, anything. You see, it wasn’t the small time hustler driving the big bend off the corner who was making the money, it was the woman you never saw coming. Kya Gee pushed through the crowd until she reached a small opening and slipped into an empty hearse. Taking a deep breath she lay her hands in her lap and inhaled deeply once more. All her life she had lived without fear, confident her name alone would protect her. But, today the heart of their family was being laid to rest and no one was safe.

There was so many unanswered questions the air felt thick with the 
heaviness of treason.

Someone knew who killed Mother Gee and that someone was among them.

The door opened and her steadying hands begun to shake once more. Sliding inside Shady told the driver to move.

“Its gonna be alright, Star.” he shrugged.

Folding her arms Kya kissed her teeth.

“How do you figure that! We are on our own!”

Pulling a spliff out of his top pocket he nudged her gently.

“Take this.”

Refusing Kya returned her gaze to the window. Watching the blocks as the car past by Kya rubbed a tear aggressively from her eyes. The solid grey concrete blocks had big dreams but the black clouds never strayed far from the top. There were good people here, families just trying to make it through the struggle but the hood had a way of seeping into your veins and taking over your natural senses.Secrets  buried in the foundation’s of the walls while the walking ghosts filled the stairwells with a sickly sweet thick haze.

Today the streets were empty, the hustlers and respectgul attendees. A trail of cars leading towards the cemetery had joined her family in their united front. Looking back at the parade she felt the bile rise to the back of her throat and closed her eyes tight willing the taste to dissappear. In her heart of hearts she knew Mother Gee would never die. Just like the legends before her she would lived forever on the edge of tongues, travelling whispers through the walls like the bogeyman.



Lighting the spliff Shady relaxed into the leather and exhaled.

“ She wasnt an easy woman to get to.”


Kya frowned. “She!”

“You know what I mean.”

Staring him down like and xray Kya looked for some sort of sign any form of trickery and saw none. Relaxing slightly she took the spliff as he offered it once more.

“Shady between me and you someone close to us did this.”

Shady nodded, exhaling the smoke into the cars interior before responding thoughtfully.


“Thats obivious whats not obvious is who the person is. She always told us our tume of
limited.”


“Why the fuxk you taking this so easy.” Kya snapped. ” Its like you have forgotten she was murdered for fuck sake.”

Suddenly thesmoke lost its flavour, handing it back she shook her head.

“Whoever dis this will be put to sleep.”


Shady nodded

“I wanna be there when they take that last nap.”

At that moment Kya had no idea how much her life was about to change.

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THE LAST BLOOM

EXSISTING:

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Even if the world doesn’t see your beauty, it exist….


Mona could not cry for she had know. The denial covered the surface but beneath the thinning shade the truth remained. Placing the phone on the counter she retrieved the old photo from the frame and  curled the piece of paper in her palm.  Slowly, Mona crushed the delicate paper binds cracking the fake smiles and contours of expensive attire.
She couldn’t get his words out of her head, everything  had been tainted and destroyed.
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Moving in a slow motion she pulled her body towards the door reluctantly. Jason stood on the other side ready for a confrontation that was bound to come. But, Mona had no words to disturb his ugly mind with her beautiful find. Standing beside the bin she opened her palm and stared down at the mangled paper and smiled.



Dropping the image onto of the rubbish she had already disregarded shut the lid and sighed. Waiting with eager intention to explore the remains she had disguarded Jason tapped his foot before scratching his head lightly. Slowly he traced her steps and opened up the bin scanning its contents his eyes settled on a piece of paper he reconigsed as his own. Standing over the bin he teased the paper apart until the crumbled edges had been exposed, Mona knows.

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The wedding photo taken years ago had never been truly examined, hidden in the back of his drawer among other dusty memories he had lived in hope the truth would remain undiscovered. The fingers entwined were clasped together tight, not a day past when he didnt think of him. He had hoped that  Mona would never discover the secret he had hidden so long. Sadly, he returned the photo to the top of the bin and shut the lid……
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KINGS IN KIND

RECLAIMATION:
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You are the king of your castle,
The mentor for your seed
Your actions will shape their destiny
Abandoned daughters, disguraded sons
How long will you run?
Children are dying, Mothers are crying
The limit has come!
There has to be an end to this destruction
A path we can construct upon
A future we can all agreed – will not worship vanity.
The streets no longer have endearment like it glitters with gold
Too many life spans have spilled into the cemented folds.
Drugs a source of income, a social crutch as such
But, when will the devastion be to much
It has been sung,
A change will come
Yet, still we await alongside the rivers of blood.
Reclaim you title, hold your place
Guide and protect with faith
Advise dont dictate
Encourage Queens to be great
Together you will ultimately provide
A provisonal legacy of pride,
You will eagerly educate, in order to seek and find
The next generation of Kings in Kind….

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Stop advocating for change – MAKE IT….
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The continuous  cycle – BREAK IT….
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RIVER GADE

“When nature stills your feet and cleanses your mind.”
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T H E  R I V E R  B E D:
Lost in its flow
Just floating above the surface
Exposed to sunlight
Still absent from human sight
Exsisting in the depths of the debris
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Moving
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Unsure where the flow will go
Questions unanswered
Scared of the unknown
Continously passing ships move by
Colourful sails under the universal sky
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Denied
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Communication is dead
Physical experiences are memories inbred,
solitude is life instead
Lost in its flow
Just floating above the surface
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Life…
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VALENTINE

To Whom It May Concern.

Woman are not objects or figurines you place upon a shelf until you get bored. Women have expectations and goals.
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The idealistic stepford wife is dead.
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A good woman has the ability to build, grow and learn while maintaining a home, raising children and supporting others.
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So, before you attempt to lure a woman into your realm understand that the requirements are different.
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A lack of support and compassion will not be excepted.
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Your mood swings with be disregarded as childish tantrums and a timeout will be arranged.
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Date night is essential.( Once a week.)
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Growth and progression is a must. In order to elevate you have to Level Up.
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Last but not least Loyalty is Key without there will be no we!
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There will be no settling for less than we require in order to forfill your desire.
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