a dog doesn't know

much about

the world,

as most animals don't

and they don't care

about the world

or about their inability

to comprehend it

Animals are perfectly

self-centered,

like human babies

Well I knew this girl

who was an animal rights

activist

and couldn't make her

peace with

animals not following their

owners to heaven

Animals don't go to heaven,

is what religion stated

She had visited heaven

a few times

and came back. It's done through

intense meditation

and with the help of

a few special mushrooms

And every time she had

visited heaven

she saw no

animals there

If heaven doesn't have

pets

then heaven is not worth

going to,

she concluded

and she meditated some

more and

had more out-of-body

experiences

and experimented with

new shrooms and herbs

It eventually became clear

to her

that animals don't go

to heaven

because they didn't have

a savior like

Jesus Christ

to die for them, to

redeem them in the eyes

of the creator

She loved her German Shepherd

more than she loved

anything in life, more

than she loved herself

But so did God love

His son Jesus

and still gave him as sacrifice

for a higher good

When she drugged her dog

and nailed its paws,

tail and tongue

to a timber board with a

power drill

she had not the least drop

of sadism in her

It was all for

a higher cause. It was to buy

the animals their

right to go to heaven

She named her dog

Jesus Christ, of course

Even after the local authorities

took her into

custody

she was happy. She knew

that the humans who haven't

seen heaven wouldn't

understand and didn't

expect them to

"Forgive them, Father, for

they know not

what they do.

They thought they have seen

horror. Oh, but how wrong

they are. No one

has seen true horror

until they've seen

a heaven without animals!"

***

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Writing has taken over just about every facet of my life, I cannot go out on a simple walk or just get out of bed without thinking about a couple of story beats for a poem or some future narrative that my mind spins up. I do not hate this of course being a writer, but I have found that inspiration is not a spark that just explodes in the center of your conscious but a gradual construction of odd bits and ends of your day. You write a quick line here and there about some idea that floats in your head and then you write another: "she was afterlife..." "when devil's play in my mind"...

Life is a grand story, and it is unique to your experiences, you will be inspired and you will steal for the better.

Overtime I learned how other artist "disciplines" go about creating, and I uncovered that it is a slow process of evolving a sound, an art style, a look, whatever it may be there is an evolution that is happening internally and externally simultaneously. I had several days where I wrote a couple of wonderful lines and then struggled to write anything else for the rest of the day, I forced myself to write and hoped that some grand idea would just fire out of my mind, but you have to take time to let your idea grow, it may be a great one but you need to be patient eventually you will learn how to properly craft it. There is no doubt that actually putting in the time to study on how to do it will help, but that may not always be the issue, sometimes you need to grow as a person to create an accurate representation of the concept, and not just force it into existence.

Dear Prose family,

I am excited to say that my first anthology is out and has been doing great rounds in US. I really thank this family of prose for giving me the support at early stages to express myself over here and that just lifted my confidence and i am glad to be a published author now. I would be glad if this family extends that support by purchasing the book and also leaving your precious reviews on amazon.

Below is the link of my book. I hope you enjoy and let me know about it.

https://www.amazon.com/Tending-Broken-Kimmery-Maverick-Sampson/dp/1949321002

Regards

Azhar

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Oh boy!

Yes, Men are the strongest 

As they are made up of a strong source 

A source which resembles hardships 

A source of love, care and sacrifices 

In short,

A source beyond selflessness 

Something which I would call as magic 

As nobody has the power 

To turn few drops into a life 

I haven't seen a creator 

But I have seen a mother 

I haven't seen love 

But I have seen a woman

I haven't seen innocence or craziness

But I have seen a girl 

Yes, for me being a strong man 

Is just the gift 

From a source named WOMAN..

In a universe gifted by a woman 

They have to fight for equality 

And a right of their own 

Succumbing to the failure of patriarchy

It's not a win of a dominance by a man 

But a failure of a homeless wanderer 

Who have forgot to recognise 

Their own source to life....

In a world where she deserves to dominate 

All she asks is a right to stand besides you 

If this isn't an emblem of womanhood 

Then there is no Manhood in a making....

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY TO ALL THE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN WHO WEAR DIFFERENT SKINS WITH THE SAME HEART AND CREATE A MAGIC NAMED LIFE.....

         -Born Maverick

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Brief...

...Brief is the

Restlessness

Of the thief,

When he's recalling

What he had

Stumbled on

In the dismal dark that

Had proceeded him

In this glade.

Brief...

...Brief are her

Glances that

Penetrate...

...Rousing his love,

And thus

Sealing fate...

Can we absolve our-

selves

From all the

Murky mess we

Made?...

Brief...

...Brief was how

Little time

I'm allowed...

Listen to owls,

And watch

As they crowd

'round me in such

A way to draft

A confession

From out

My screaming soul!

Brief...

...Please take a breath,

Or time will

Deplete...

...Watch as you purr

As I catch your

Heartbeat...

...Tonight, to be loved,

And to love is

My one only goal.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

I was cruising through the sands

At a hundred per,

And I thought I'd maybe

Let you know...

...You were counting on a man

To invent the cure

With a dalliance that flanks

Death row...

Why, O, why, can't I see

What's behind?...

...I'm always out

For capital,

But I've side-tracked

Your gold-mine.

I was beaten to a pulp

When the sun set down,

Where each living thing

Could watch and learn...

...Now, stricken by an urge

Of the early bird,

I'm a fire that won't cease

To burn.

Why, O, why, can't I see

What's behind?...

...I'm always out

For capital,

But I've side-tracked

Your gold-mine.

...And the stars that swirl,

And sparkle

Are lodged here

In my spine...

...When I'm out of depth,

Feel the devil's breath...

I will hold you

On my mind.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

You're at the side view...

And I'm at the front...

...Now you see the bottom

That was covered

In mud...

I'm peering out,

With a view of the road...

...If you close off your

Ears,

You may touch

What I hold.

All of our Diamond

Lives,

Passing each mirror!...

...Often too quickly,

Or slow to

See clear.

I'm in the middle...

And you're at the peak...

...I'm still astounded that

We even speak!...

Each individual langauge

Is deep...

Hard to believe how we

Could crack the code...

...But when it happens,

My heart gushes full!

Diamond lives move me...

...We should not

Close them down,

Or cover their beauty

With the

Talk of the town.

You're at the side view...

And I'm at the front...

...Now you see the bottom

That was covered

In mud...

I'm peering out,

With a view of the road...

...If you close off your

Ears,

You may touch

What I hold.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

You are just

A sexy

Beautiful

Morsel

Of adorableness

Every eye

Catching moment

My brain floods

With happiness

I keep you

In the back

Of my mind

And go there

When i need to smile

I go there when

I can't find a smile

On my own

K.j.a. (c) 2018

I pulled your skin

over my skeleton today,

breaking glass

lets me see within,

experiencing enigma

of exposed soul.

We are not less,

we are not more.

We all bleed the same

Our continuous circle

includes us all -

we hurt and scream

at injustice,

are empowered to

change the world.

Peeling off falsified truth

I peek under the skin

We all bleed the same

My friend, I donned

your skin today

feeling your pangs

of need and want.

We build tall wall

of embezzled emotions

but I am the reality

of you.

We all bleed the same.