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Purple Ashes In The Sky

Purple ashes  in the sky. At dusk they fall  as my dreams turn to dust. They were of silk, but it was lust. Unreal was the zeal where diamonds encrust.  There's no chance to be cut or shined amid the rut  of not fitting like the cut of a “normal” kind of strut. My walk's not with a limp, but it is with a sway. Most people don't think my way, and it's battered me  today. I thought I would know the way, but I'm still climbing higher. It is odd, and it is dire. I was born  to be stuck this way. Without typical tools, without typical rules, I'm in my own school of life and wearing these painful shoes, somehow paying the dues  while my heart wears a bruise. And I wheeze  from these ashes. They look purple to me as they fall from the mauve sky  where my dreams flew up  to die because those dreams were just  a lie. Some people get by and some people try, but they're trapped under the rhythm. It's a dice, and it's a schism  It's a priv...
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Peace Is Brave

  Peace is defiant. Yes, peace is brave amid the polarized fighting, to ride on the waves, to reach out and say, there's a middle, there's a grey, and it's okay. Yes, it's okay. 2022 Enjoy reading Purple Ashes In the Sky on Blogger and consider supporting the book via purchase or donating to my Go Fund Me .
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Not News

  Another celebrity on the news for wearing a top pair of shoes, throwing a big birthday bash for her six-year-old dude. What about all of those who can't even afford food ? What's the world coming to when those people are news? 2022 Enjoy reading Purple Ashes In the Sky on Blogger and consider supporting the book via purchase or donating to my Go Fund Me .
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Fading Away

  Everything is diminishing. I am fading in this life. I am fading, drowning in strife. My C-spine is slowly collapsing. No help is on the way. The only help can come with means that I don't have, so there's no way, no way out of my weakening body as I struggle through each day. Giving up being on the modeling roster and crying all the way, through every word I type on the page, "I can't. I'm sorry," I say. I can't have a life this way, giving up what I love with no way to be paid. How can I sustain and fight this pain? There's no way. I'm fading away.  2021 Enjoy reading Purple Ashes In the Sky on Blogger and consider supporting the book via purchase or donating to my Go Fund Me .
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But You Look Pretty

  Help. I need help. But you look so pretty. Can you chirp a little song? Can you hum a little ditty? And come on now, don't be silly. You're all right. You still look pretty. Please, I am weak. But your beauty must speak for our eyes to have a feast. We know no imaginary beast. With your beauty, it shall cease  No, oh, no - This isn't fantasy. Reality is situationally, there is a threat, something harming me - no matter how I look, you see... Oh, no, that couldn't be. You are happy, full of glee, for you look pretty. Yes, you are pretty. Well, your ears cannot hear, and your heart cannot see when your eyes keep saying to me But. You. Look. Pretty. 2021 Enjoy reading Purple Ashes In the Sky on Blogger and consider supporting the book via purchase or donating to my Go Fund Me .
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When The Lights Go Out

  When the lights go out will I be in the air? I don't want it to be soon, 'cause it's not quite yet fair - So I fight with a prayer... But when the lights do go out, will there really be peace? Will there really be stars? Or will I simply cease? Yes, when the lights go out, will I be all fulfilled? Will my business be done? Will you remember me, still? And when the lights go out, I hope that I am ready. I hope I will be won and the ground left is steady  for the ones I'll leave behind and especially my own kind. Hope they'll hum a song of  mine when they see the light  left behind shine. 2021 Enjoy reading Purple Ashes In the Sky on Blogger and consider supporting the book via purchase or donating to my Go Fund Me .
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Out To Have Won

  I am out to have won. Yes, I'm out to be one, not just under and done, but out under the sun. Damage done that's not right will be seen in the light, will be heard by the might of my voice in the night. In this night dark and dank will rise the ships that sank, will expose ghosts of the past, will expose matters at last. They're matters of validity in spite of being deemed absurdity, but what's really absurd is ignoring a plea to ignore when someone is screaming, “Help me.” When help is not convenient to a certain size and type of shoe, it's simply injustice to pick and choose while many suffering walk on without shoes including myself, and though scarred and bruised, I will not succumb to this fate. I refuse. I will get it out, not be under and done, not at least without the notion that my story is won. Enjoy reading Purple Ashes In the Sky on Blogger and consider supporting the book via purchase or donating to my Go Fund Me .
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