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EMOTIONS Emotions are arrows of lightn'ng, it makes man small as dust 'fore wind. yet, these 'motions speak in silence; silences louder than voices. these emotions are shown yet not with utterances but mutters that only the heart understands. but this heart is a wax; it melts as coals of scattering fire and if you quest to unravel the mind, you might at times get lost or b' mentally imprisoned cos' the mind itself is a prison with no doors. so on a quest, your mind might meet scatters of brightness. emotions are in languages: the onion is separative could mean i miss you and if she says the moon is melting the ice, she doesn't understand her friend. and she could say what she won't say, like: the stars are falling oceans. the rainbow appears in my room. the rain is growing inside me. the precious rose is growing on my thorn. and when she 's otherwise, she could say what she won't say, like: i have lost my long noon shadow.

WELCOME to today's  INTERVIEW with our prolific writer - JUDIASKY. HOST - PRINCE JOE GUEST - JUDIASKY Host: I guess people really wants to know who our guest is,Introduce yourself,sir. Guest: My name is - Judiasky. Host: Sound deep. Sir,what brought, Judiasky? Guest: Actually there is nothing too special about it but I was just thinking alone with my thought and my eyes were all gazing at the skies tracking to no where and I remembered that saying  that says The sky is your limit So I brought JUDE and SKY then formed the name.... Judaisky MEANING (JUDAISKY AIMING THE SKY) Host: Wow! Beautiful. If so, do the name have any effect in your daily life,and what are they if so? Guest:Yes! It keeps reminding me that I haven't reached the sky. Host: Great. Ok. Can you briefly tell a story about how you started writing? Guest: Well, I became a writer outbox envy and jealous... Back then in secondary school, my friends could wrote something and I was very annoyed with myself

Colony of Love (1) Our love is like a cord. Like Rahab Red cord tied round her window. It's a colony. A colony we carve In our Hearts, As the blueprint For our existence. @ Rita George        *** The Colony of Love (2) Humour and Honour I'll do anything to have both Thats why I'll do anything to have you Because I find both Twinkling in a new light in our Colony. Love is our stream As a Bridled horse Is led to the river I cannot resist Drinking from your stream For out of your belly Flows (Love) unending By the springs In August We meet Love is our place It's our colony It's where our eyes open To beauty. @ Rita George ABOUT THE AUTHOR  Rita George is an Accountant, A Creative Writer and A Poet. She's passionate about the writing sphere and has a facebook writers page - Making Monday Mild where She interviews and reviews writers of all genre. You can follow her on insta  @depiriyeggeorge and Facebook @Depiriye Ggeorge Rwita. And

CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE ? For so long I have waited_ Waited in the coven of your love_ Love that sends ancient dews of smirks_ Smirk that got me wondering why_ Why did you bought my heart_ Heart that long to die in your bosom Bosom meant to shelter this love of mine. Gently will I call your name from miles_ And  this mark, a toss of my love_ For the appointed day to kill this diffident is come And in you I am oath to embrace. Hold me this night_ Let's be lost in the rhythm of singing nostalgia_ And create this day, a new paradise. Give me your hand_ Let's agree together_ Free the breathe to sail high_ I'm choked of love untold_ I am dying of tales unfold_ Tales of our rebirth adventure_ Can I have this dance? Let the awaiting rain resume its course_ And the haze color our world. Hold my shoulder, and I, your waist. Look deeply in my eyes And see this dangling love of mine Yearning solely for your heart For in your love, I am caged. Can I have this

A BALLAD FOR MY VAL I've seen girls on naked roads Flaunting their gorgeousness In wraps of dark and grey bliss Girls, carrying sunrise in their eyes To places where nights are written Into blue skies and blissful twilights Into songs in the throat of birds with love-ful feathers I've not seen any like you Whose charisma is dripping in the praises of angels I've been to places plaited with love Where the moon carries the photographs of lovers The photographs of couples in their 70s Playing in the garden situated in God's eyes Garden where nature, beauty and art Sit on a round table- reading poetry Places where dreams are folded into folds of reality If i have to choose the sweetest of them all It has to be your arms- where love was separated from lust I've seen days when the sun Bend its reflections into things In a woman's eyes- holding multitude of butterflies Into things coined with thousands stars And things with the serenity of beach

COLOURS OF MY RARE GEM . My heart is awake, no sleeping eyes, I asked myself; he answered, My lover is come; my beloved is knocking, Open to me, for my head is wet with dew. I removed the speck and log in my eyes, I can see the daffodils of the lover. You are beautiful; a daisy around dam. Your lips distil nectar, my soul mate. Your eyes blinking is like a calling river, Your eye lashes is far better than the peacock feathers. The gentle moving of your hair commands the world to be motivated, Your teeth are like a priceless stones. You washes my heart with a glance of your eyes, how sweet is your love. I'm in limbo until I found the lilac and lily. My ornaments of gold, engulfed in silver. Hey! If you find my love; tell lover, for I am sick of the love. Come to me and eat your choicest fruit. Come to the garden and observe the sexy daffodils. Tell lover! I said, lover is a rose of the Paradise, a lily of the valleys, a lily among lilies; a lily among bramble

C o n j u n c t i o n You, - a bird singing silence in absent of flowers & everything we hold dissolves into psalms  Because our hearts is made of blurry vacuum For everything we touch is what we call for Even the water in the eyes - we share by trust. . You, - the shadow on a river's personification With similar similes of drowning metaphors Touching the screen bones on my arsenal face  Darting carcass with unnecessary embrace & a running river distributing pieces of verbs. You, - a city linked with the taste of dusty irony Lamentation of a resounding beautiful ecstasy Admist company of men with colorless ideas Shall we put an end to the osmosis of our love Or we drain through the diffusion of a paradox? You, - a book written in the language of archaic & everything holds the record of blind history Maybe God is the spontaneous kisses of fire Then I will say rain is a checkpoint of death. You, - a demon of renewed choice of destiny Walking behind th