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Let them eat brother!
One says that
My children are dwarfs
That no one seems taller
Than the other.
That they never take a bath
That they are soiled.
That they eat lice
From their clothes
Let them eat, brothers,
Until the system changes,
Until exploitation ends;
Let them eat brother,
Because we are on the way
To build Ujamaa
But, at present,
The system has not changed.
Let them eat, brother,
Because the rich nations
Are not yet ready
To die a little
So that the poor nation may live:
Let them eat, brother,
Because the rich man
Is not yet ready
To die a little
So that the poor man may live
Let them drink water,
Let them eat air,
Let them digest the sunshine
Because that is what
I can afford to buy.
Meanwhile I wait
For Uhuru to flower,
For Uhuru to come
When the time is ripe.
Let them eat brother,
Because the rich man
Is convinced that
It’s because I’m lazy
That they don’t have food.
That they don’t have good health.
That they wear rags.
And that their house
Is like an abandoned hut
Let them eat brother
Because the rich man
Thinks that it’s because
I don’t plan my family
Let them eat brother.
Because the rich man
Does not like to hear
That he is rich
Because of me
That I work hard,
But for him and
Not for myself
That it’s only because
I’m a slave of a system
That I lead a poor life.
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Last day on earth
If this was your last day on earth
Would you waste or make it worth
Live like it's your death or your birth
If this was your last day on earth?
Some say the will buy all the things they need yeah!
Some say they will regret the bad things they did yeah!
Some say they make this last day their last best deed oh!
And I said i wanna show...
If this was my last day on earth
I will make it worth
Live it like it's my birth
If this was the last day on earth
What would you do?
Some say they'll laugh out the whole day long
Some say they'll forget the fears and be just strong
Some say they'll think of the times when they were wrong
And I say....
If this was my last day on earth
I will make it worth
Live it like it's my birth
If this was the last day on earth
Then I just walked amongst a group of rich and poor
Asked them what would they like to do?
The rich said they'll forget the money, the status the power
They'll sing and gift everyone a rose flower
The poor said they're happy and make their next life better
They'll pray they'll be educated and could write a letter
Some say they'll sing like there's no other hour
Some say they'll dance like they're blooming like a flower
Some say they'll tell their loved ones how much they care
Some say they teach the bullies f*ck up now they dare
But you know what i say....
If you live each day like your last day on earth
Think how much life would be worth
How happy you'll be with no fear
There will be smiles no tear
You'll always care for your dear
You'll do what you swear
You'll never think you need a chance to take a new birth
So think that today is your last day on earth
No meaning in this life
As fire rages out
All shadows disappear
Till the end
In dust
Yet the sun will shine like a
Bright star in the sullen sky
Shimmering
To the emptiness called
Earth
This universe lives
Breathes
It grows
So one day we will meet up again
Somewhere
We knows
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464
Superpowers
A five year old asked me once:
"If you could pick one superpower, what would you choose?"
His head was filled with the sounds of glorious proclamations
and imaginary battles where the bad guys are killed,
and everybody wins.
I smiled at him, and told him I would be a water bender
Because Kitara kicks butt.
He ran away gleefully to tell children
he thinks are his friends about it,
and I was left alone to ponder over the bodies of bad guys.
And I realized I had just lied to a five year old.
If I could choose a superpower,
If I could choose
If I could choose
I would choose the power to forgive anybody
Kinda a let-down for a five year old, huh?
But life,
Life is full of let downs.
I was let down when I saw my superman lift weights-
Yet not able to uplift hearts-
because his own was broken by a skeleton in the ground.
I've been let down by women with x-ray vision seeing into my perversion,
finally turn away weeping for the sins of humanity.
I know I could be the fastest man in eternity,
and still not outpace my guilt or mortality.
Still I see that the world is saved for another day!
Except we still have gangs
Except we still have war
And I realize the only power we all learn to master is how to turn invisible
So nobody can see our faults.
And when we do so, when we turn invisible,
We can't be forgiven:
Nobody can see my faults, because nobody can see me.
So to survive we have to be invisible and to forgive we have to be vulnerable and unable to do either I slip to the ether-
I changed my mind.
I pick water bending.
So when this five year old comes back to me,
nursing a black eye and weeping,
wishing he was strong enough to fight back,
I try to tell him about...
Jesus
and about forgiving your enemies.
But he's just beginning to experience the expedience of evil
He hasn't yet tried with every muscle in his body
to turn to his bullies and lay out the fact that he was hurt.
And his abusers have never learned how to let go of their need for control,
and whisper "I'm sorry".
So that we can contort our mouths and squeeze out those simple words,
... "I forgive you".
If that happened, maybe we could all be saved;
But it doesn't
So all I can offer my five year old is a hug
An ice pack
and silence.
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463
Blessed Myself
There's a little secret I would like to tell you
There's a book of lies
I know they'll to sell you
And they'll try, and they'll try
To convince you to buy
You need them
So the next time you're down
Look inside not around
I can bless myself
There's no need for someone's help
There's no one to blame
There's no one to save you but yourself
I can justify
All the mistakes in my life
It's taught me to be, it's givin' me
And I'll survive
'Cause I have blessed myself
I have searched the world to find
There's nothing better
Than me, myself and I can come together
And I know for fact
There's a spirit I lack or defend
Yeah I've been through it all
Just to find in the end
I can bless myself
There's no need for someone's help
There's no one to blame
There's no one to save you but yourself
I can justify
All the mistakes in my life
It's taught me to be, it's givin' me
And I'll survive
'Cause I have blessed myself
Do you ever wonder
How anything can make you cry
Have yourself discover
That the pain you feel is the pain that you deny
In your life
So open up your eyes
You can bless yourself
There's no need for someone else
There's no one to blame
There's no one to save you but yourself
You can justify
All the mistakes in your life
And you'll survive
'Cause you have blessed yourself.
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413
How far I'll go
I've been staring at the edge of the water
'Long as I can remember, never really knowing why
I wish I could be the perfect daughter
But I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try
Every turn I take, every trail I track
Every path I make, every road leads back
To the place I know, where I can not go, where I long to be
See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me
And no one knows, how far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I'll know, if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go
I know everybody on this island, seems so happy on this island
Everything is by design
I know everybody on this island has a role on this island
So maybe I can roll with mine
I can lead with pride, I can make us strong
I'll be satisfied if I play along
But the voice inside sings a different song
What is wrong with me?
See the light as it shines on the sea? It's blinding
But no one knows, how deep it goes
And it seems like it's calling out to me, so come find me
And let me know, what's beyond that line, will I cross that line?
The line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me
And no one knows, how far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I'll know, how far I'll go
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437
I wish I was Badass
I wish I was badass
people took me seriously
I wore contacts, not glasses
I actually had that piercing
my tattoos were cooler
my scars were sexier
Sitting in a corner
A cigarette lit up in my hand
Recurring scenes of mayhem
One test worse than the last
A breaking point
I had enough
A gun in one hand
Decisions to be made
A kiss to the weapon
Dropping the danger
Lifted myself from the hiding spot
Moving on
Realising
Am not only going to keep falling
Attacks will keep coming
Weapons will keep appearing
But i will always be laying them down
That will make me
The badass you ever loved
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I'm fine - just tired
Suffocating, she can't catch her breath Panicking,
she grasping for anything to prevent this death Shrieking,
she's screaming in fear
She's afraid of everything that is near Alone,
she's so alone but there are so many people
standing in her presence
But amongst them she feels like she's not in existence
No one understands her depression
On the outside they see a very different perception
They look at her ever so lovely smile
Their knees buckle at her laugh they can hear for a mile
Her beauty so strong it makes others so weak
Her hair, her complexion always so sleek
Her radiance just lightens the room
Her presence always in full bloom
You never would have guessed that
underneath it all Is a girl that stands only two inches tall
Sunken in such miserable pain
Anguished her heart is already slain
Her beauty that she can't see
Thoughts swirling that she can't set free
Searching and searching for a way to evade
That's the first time she picked up the blade
Dragging it across her skin with such precision
A rush of relief in this one incision
Again and again, each time feeling a release
At last, a few precious moments of peace
Unable to explain the joy that she feels
She drags the blade over and over with thrill
Addicted she becomes to the freedom she receives
This is the only way she believes
Motivated by those moments she felt
She found her way to deal with the disease she was dealt Disapproving eyes judge her scars
Not looking past into her memoirs
She doesn't care, she will do it again
Despite being told self harm is a sin
She will cut and cut until it ends
Rather it be the pain or her life that suspends
The moral of the story is do not judge
Look deep down inside her and find the trudge
The long path that lead her to this pivotal place
Try understanding the circumstances that put her in this space Read her, she's an open book It's up to you
to open the binding and take a look
What are you afraid of, the story you may find?
Or the backlash for not seeing the warning signs?
Step back, take the time, make it right, help her back
Back to a place she deserves to be Happy, healthy, and set free.
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Blood Tears
Like a drug, so addicting
The rush, the release, the warmth
I thought I could stop as I pleased Oh, was I wrong
1 turned to 2 which turned to 3, 4
You cannot stop It burns deep inside you
The most primal, most animalistic, most real It's inside everyone, you are just too weak to see
This void inside my body that needs to be filled Death Death is life All I do is assist life by becoming death
Bathing in it
My need to kill Our need to kill We all feel it,
but you are too scared to act "Animals" they call us,
not even human
But how can such a beautiful, natural, thing be so hated
The scared Must be vanquished
Only those worthy Worthy of the blood The warmth,
the life of one being taken by another
You cannot stop once you start
The hunger grows The need to bath
The need to feast It is true love It is true life
The love of death and murder To be covered in blood Ah,
I'm joking I promise
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374
Spared!
Out walking together,
yes, you’ll be seen by the members of the public,
but you are very much in your own world,
so there’s no shame in stopping for a peck on the lips atop a big hill or a snuggle next to a duck pond
If you’re holding hands on a busy street,
make sure you’re not blocking the path of anyone behind you, because wars have started over less.
We’re thrilled you find yourself swathed in romantic bliss
but we need to get a sandwich
and we have only 20 minutes of lunch break left.
You can, I have it on good authority, be spellbound by your lover and cognisant of people trying to get the hell past you.
Can we also talk about how far you should go?
Please, please spare us the arse-grab.
Naturally the successor to the fairly inoffensive hand-holding,
the arse-grab is the ultimate statement of ownership.
It’s most popular in queues and “best” viewed from behind,
as your audience watches in horror
as your hand graduates from cupping the buttock
of your beloved to the spidery wanderings
of a finger searching for somewhere to hide.
The palpitations of your partner are nothing compared
to your poor rear spectator, frightened they’re about to witness something that will be seared into their retinas
for decades to come.
Cup if you must, but don’t prod in public.
Also popular, especially among the young
or those whose teenage years were the “best years of their lives”,
is the mobile arse-grab: walking down the street with your hands tucked into the back of each other’s jeans.
Fine for undergraduates desperate to flaunt their sexuality
as an achievement – in lieu of any decent marks
for their coursework,
usually – but perhaps best to give it a rest
if you have any kind of responsibilities such as a career,
children or a toaster’s crumb tray to clean.
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Where Am I?
Где я? Вы часто удивляетесь
Ты говоришь мое имя, как будто оно из-под
Вы думаете, что убили меня, вы думаете, что я мертв!
Очень плохо для тебя! Вы уже сбежали
Прежде чем они нашли меня! Я был спасен
Из всего, что вы были, все, что вы жаждали
Вы утащили меня на облака
Но я не мог видеть сквозь твои ясные кожухи
Вы украли меня, с обещаниями любви
И клянется, что ты покажешь мне выше
Моя жизнь здесь, моя судьба опечатана в камне
Но ты никогда не говорил, что оставишь меня в покое!
Твои слова сделали меня нежной, твои слова застряли во мне
Я не могу поверить, что ты был действительно мерзавцем!
Ты утащил меня в темную комнату
Посмеиваясь над тем, как ты знал, это скоро станет моей гибелью
Это было там, в тени, которую ты взял у меня
Что не должна увидеть ни в чем не повинная девушка
Ваше сердце холодное, ваши пальцы мерзнут
Вы не были новичком в этой вещи под названием убийство
Ты ласкал меня, твои губы еще холоднее
И по мере того, как моменты шли дальше, ты становился еще смелее!
Смеясь со злом, адским, тревожащим восторгом
День исчез в долгой ночи
Все больше и больше прикосновений, но потом ты устал
И, как вы убеждали, вы стали веселей
Игрушка для вашего удовольствия, я был готов, вы предполагали
Когда ты снова коснулся меня, мое тело расцвело
Так как вы видели меня в последний раз, мы оба сильно изменились
И наши чувства друг к другу очень сильно различались!
Это было не для тебя! Я так долго спасал
Вы сказали мне, что было бы хорошо, если бы я просто вел себя
Моя борьба и хныканье прекратились
Как ты вонзил и вытащил из моего священного хранилища
Я поклялся отомстить, я жаждал возмездия
Но я бы никогда не нашел такого приятного решения
Тепло пульсировало через меня, разрушая мою душу
На тысячи штук! Это была ваша цель?
Наконец со мной покончено, ты очистил свою кожу от моей
Оставив меня в покое в этом забытом храме
Вы быстро продвинулись на протяжении всего побега
Твоя классная манера вздымающейся плащи
Чтобы скрыть свою работу в темноте
Где я лежу, моя жизнь едва искра
Чтобы передать мои сообщения тебе
Моя жизнь - просто пятнышко на твоем убийственном веселье
И ужасная боль, я сделал лицо
Как мое существование стерло
Моя крайняя агония исчезла
Как ночь скатилась в день
Мигающие огни, крики машин
Они не могли убрать скрытые шрамы
Так страшно было и мне, и моей семье
Они думали, что поняли, они думали, что знали
Но никто из них не мог видеть в глубине души
Я хотел бы умереть там, я хотел бы утонуть
В твоих поцелуях и прикосновениях, и только тогда это закончилось
Так что мне не пришлось жить сейчас, вспоминая это снова!
И добрая, добрая леди, изменила мое имя
И убрал меня, как будто это была какая-то извращенная игра
Моя жизнь возродилась, теперь ночь прошла
В моей новой жизни появился новый рассвет
Я видел тебя снова, кто думал, что я мертв
Мои волосы были теперь окрашены, мои глаза наполнились страхом
Я мог просто смотреть, с водянистыми глазами
Сквозь твои озорные блески, полные лжи
Как вы покачали другого, с вашим обаянием
И у нее не было чувства тревоги!
Она была слишком доверчива, ее сердце было таким чистым
Пока я смотрел, я пролил одну слезу ...
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I' d Do it for U
I spotted you as you entered the room,
Found your friends and took your seat,
My mind captivated by your charms,
You were someone I just had to meet.
I mentally rehearsed my lines,
As I wandered over to say hello,
I just had to give it a shot,
For you I surely needed to know.
You smiled at me as I approached,
Your eyes sparkled in the light,
Looking even better as I got close,
Everything just felt so right.
We talked as if we had met before,
We both felt at ease from the start,
Your beauty and charm held my gaze,
As you worked your way into my heart.
Time passed quickly as we continued to talk,
We were both having such a ball,
It was little surprise when I suggested a date,
You gave me your number and told me to call.
Quite elated when I went home that night,
As I lie awake in bed,
I could not help but think of you,
Or get you out of my head.
Knowing soon we’d meet again,
Just the two of us, you and me,
Just pass the time over a bottle of wine,
And discuss what we could be.
I call you up and arrange a date,
Dinner at a local romantic place,
As I drive on over to pick you up,
I’m imagining your lovely face.
When I get to your house and ring your bell,
You greet me at the door,
I can’t help but think of how good you look,
Or of what may lie in store.
I open the door as you get in the car,
We drive to the eating spot,
I can’t help but glance over at you,
Thinking how you look so hot.
We park the car and I walk you on in,
Taking your soft hand in mine,
I can’t help but feel so very proud,
To be with a girl so fine.
The hostess shows us to our seats,
A quiet table just for two,
I can’t help but think how good it feels,
To be with a pretty girl just like you.
The conversation begins to flow,
Just like it had before,
Soon the jokes and laughs begin,
Of you I never bore.
The waitress comes to take our order,
For our drinks and our food,
Your eyes reflect the candlelight,
Which sets a romantic mood.
In a little while our dinner is served,
Everything is just right,
Again I notice how lovely you look,
In the soft candlelight.
When we finish and the table cleared,
We talk as I stare at your pretty face,
I want my time with you to continue,
So I suggest we go to another place.
We agree to go to a local nightclub,
To enjoy dancing and a band,
We make our way from the table,
As I offer you my hand.
When we get outside, under the moon,
It’s hard for me to not stare,
As you look so lovely in the moonlight,
Reflected in your hair.
We get to the club just across town,
We walk hand in hand to the door,
Again my mind is starting to race,
With thoughts of what’s in store.
As we enter into the crowded room,
Once again I feel so proud,
To be with the prettiest girl of all,
The finest in the crowd.
We wander over to the bar,
And find ourselves a seat,
But pretty soon we’re on the floor,
Both moving to the beat.
Your arms around me as we move,
Holding me so tight,
I can’t recall a single thing,
That ever felt so right.
Our movements locked together,
As if they seemed to rhyme,
Our bodies dancing cheek to cheek,
Just two partners in crime.
While moving to the music,
Bodies in a gentle sway,
No words needed to be spoken,
Nothing we needed to say.
Our undulating motions,
Hip to hip we were wed,
Had more to say than any tale,
Or mere words ever said.
Our continued rhyming movements,
Thinly disguised as dance,
Told of a story yet to be told,
Hinted at future romance.
As we danced away the evening,
Generating a lover’s heat,
Once again our gazes locked,
And our eyes again did meet.
We both knew we had to move along,
As we gazed in each other’s face,
After a few loving words exchanged,
You suggested we go to your place.
Hand in hand we ran back outside,
Like teenagers on a date,
Both knowing there was more to come,
An inescapable fate.
Once again we went to the car,
And made that fateful drive,
Both of us thinking the same thing,
Both anxious to arrive.
We parked the car in your driveway,
After what seemed such a long ride,
We got to the door as you got your key,
We both ran to get inside.
Once inside our passions soared,
As our eyes again did meet,
What mutual attraction had started,
Ended in kisses so sweet.
We kissed and touched that lovely night,
As fires began to burn,
Both wanting to find the things,
For which we both did yearn.
Fondling like kids on a date,
With more touching and soft caress,
We lead each other up the stairs,
Both starting to undress.
We stand before each other face-to-face,
And pull each other tight,
I hold you close as we lock lips,
With a teasing little bite.
Finally away from the maddening crowd,
So glad we are alone,
I continue kissing down your neck,
As you softly emit a moan.
I continue with my soft kisses,
Going down your chest,
Taking my sweet time as I stop,
To fondle your breast.
I give attention to each nipple,
A soft delicate bite,
Again you emit a soft moan,
As you savor your delight.
I continue with my advances,
Working carefully with my lips,
What I don’t get with my mouth,
I touch with my fingertips.
I slowly move my hand downward,
Towards the waiting prize,
As I slowly move my fingers,
Between your creamy thighs.
My head moves slowly lower,
Slowly heading south,
What I miss with my fingertips,
I handle with my mouth.
My fingers enter your waiting canal,
I gently start to pet,
My attention seems to be working,
You seem to be quite wet.
I see where more attention is needed,
As I hold you by the hips,
I bring my head closer to better serve,
As I start to lick your lips.
As I continue my sucking,
You are starting to squirm,
Still holding you tight,
My tool is getting firm.
Your arousal undeniable,
Your moans soft and low,
You respond to my every touch,
As your juices start to flow.
I position myself between your legs,
As I spread them nice and wide,
I gently position my engorged tip,
As I prepare to go inside.
I slowly enter your waiting canal,
It feels so soft and tight,
I start to push my way on in,
Soon with all my might.
My motions start to escalate,
Soon I‘m on a roll,
My pumping takes on a new zest,
As I start to lose control.
I start to pump, I start to hump,
Soon I start to pound,
I’m getting my daily exercise,
Entering your mound.
I’m a man on fire, I’ll never tire,
Doing everything I can,
I want to be your lover,
I want to be your man.
Soon I explode as I shoot my load,
I fill you with my cream,
You call my name, as you came,
Like a perfect dream.
We take it in stride, this perfect ride,
We were privileged to share tonight,
Soon we are lying side by side,
Under the soft candlelight.
Again we talk of the moment we shared,
What brought us together in this special time,
And how we became the perfect pair,
Like partners in the perfect crime.
We lie side by side talking for hours,
And agree that we should do this again,
Making plans for our near future,
Talking about our where and when.
Talking about how fate brought us together,
Like two passing ships in the night,
How just a casual glance could bring,
On something that just felt so right.
How two people once so apart,
Could somehow meet as we have done,
Could spend a simple evening together,
And somehow join together as one.
We discuss our special circumstance,
Was it luck, or just some chance?
That two people should happen to meet,
And make each other so complete.
Like two ships that pass in the night,
We loved as one with all our might,
Because one of us took a chance,
We shared this special lover’s dance.
And knowing that we’ll do it again,
Just two creatures who became friends,
Who somehow shared a secret desire,
To dance amidst the raging fire.
And before their special evening was done,
Would dance together and become one,
And our dance amongst the raging light,
Would somehow become our special night.
A privileged dance few people share,
There’s nothing else that can compare,
And of all the gifts from up above,
There is nothing greater than the gift of love.
Of two people who laughed and dined,
Whose lives somehow intertwined,
And how perchance two lives could mesh,
And start off something so new and fresh.
And wipe away all the tears,
And wash away all the fears,
And wash away all the dirt,
And wipe away all the hurt.
Two ships just pass in the night,
Experiencing something that feels so right,
If there was only one thing I could do,
I would do this, do it for you.
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Just the way was meant to be
Однажды в мысли
Меня не было
все было нормально
без меня
просто способ
она должна была быть.
Стереть с
память каждого
это было только о них
ничто не повлияло на меня.
С небольшими отличиями
на один стул меньше
все было хорошо
просто способ
она должна была быть
без меня.
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Know Me
Время от времени, когда
Когда я сражаюсь рядом с людьми, я хочу верить, что это плохо кончается.
Делать слухи,
слухи, которые сделают тебя **** и разрушают то, что у тебя было.
Тихий и застенчивый, застенчивый, теперь даже все еще заключенный в большую старую ракушку.
Мне больно внутри, внутри моего разума, потерянного в этой подлой матрице,
Ты не можешь сказать.
Мои бывшие лежат рядом со мной, ключевое слово ложь,
И я никогда больше не буду доверять другой девушке.
Заполненные кусочки, кусочки моего сердца я бросил в мусор в отчаянных притонах.
Любовь это другая форма, формы слабости,
Не позволяй всему этому идти своей большой головой.
Жизнь на грани, линия разрушения, и вы чувствуете, что ваша жизнь такая мертвая.
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Transient
I want to be available
to the people who love me.
I want to be there
emotionally, physically, financially.
I want to be their shoulder
their crutch, their solace.
The person who does not drop anything.
I want to give the feeling
of lightness to every being walking this earth.
Every human, creature, and plant
as they grow up fast.
I want to be nutrition,
a steadfast superhuman
so unfazed, so cool-headed.
It infuriates me
that I'm not this person.
It should be so easy to give.
If I just get my **** together,
I've repeated on and off again
the last five years.
But somehow, I always manage
to waste enough time
to get there,
but late.
When I have nothing
left, a hollow person
someone gave too
many tries.
Still, the people I love
tell me I'm wise,
an angel body.
Like they must justify,
who I am,
the imposter
the transient,
always planning,
for when she can
run away again.
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Paranoid
The mystery which never existed
but repeated
as they all talked about.
It never occurred
the scenes planted in their minds
never played out.
No one questions
none gives answers
they leave it the way
They still fear
stay clear
paranoid of the stillness
They shiver
when they hear
the dogs barking
They see shadows
down the streetlight
They don't forget their flashlight.
They are all bound
everyone regrets
still stay at the edge
The morning mist
reminds them
the mishap that never happened
This morose neighbourhood
waits for the rains
to wash away the stains.
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Black Spirit
Положи этот пакет с картофельными чипсами, этот белый хлеб,
бутылка поп.
Выключите этот мобильный телефон, компьютер и пульт дистанционного управления.
Откройте дверь, затем закройте ее позади себя.
Вдохните, предложенные дружественными ветрами. Они путешествуют по земле
собирать эссенции растений для очистки.
Отдай с благодарностью.
Если вы поете, это поднимет ваш дух, чтобы летать к ушам звезд и
обратно.
Признать эту землю, которая заботилась о вас, так как вы были
мечта, заложенная именно в желании ваших родителей.
Пусть твои мокасины отведут тебя в лагерь
опекуны, которые знали вас раньше времени, которые будут
там после времени. Они сидят перед огнем, который был там
без времени
Пусть земля стабилизирует ваши постколониальные нестабильные колебания.
Быть уважительным к маленьким насекомым, птицам и животным людям
кто тебя сопровождает
Просите у них прощения за вред, который мы, люди, принесли
вниз на них.
Не волнуйся.
Сердце знает путь, хотя там могут быть высотки,
автомагистрали между штатами, контрольно-пропускные пункты, вооруженные солдаты, массовые убийства, войны и
тех, кто будет презирать вас, потому что они презирают себя.
Путешествие может занять несколько часов, день, год, несколько
лет, сто, тысяча или даже больше.
Следи за своим разумом. Без обучения это может сбежать и
оставьте свое сердце для огромного человеческого праздника, установленного
воры времени.
Не держите сожалений.
Когда вы найдете свой путь к кругу, чтобы огонь продолжал гореть
хранители вашей души, вас будут приветствовать.
Вы должны очистить себя с помощью кедра, шалфея или другого целебного растения.
Разрежь галстуки у тебя до отказа и позора.
Отпусти боль, которую ты держишь в своем уме, своих плечах,
ваше сердце, вплоть до ваших ног. Отпусти боль твою
предки, чтобы освободить место для тех, кто движется в нашем
направление.
Просить прощения.
Обращайтесь за помощью к тем, кто любит вас. Эти помощники принимают
много форм: животное, стихия, птица, ангел, святой, камень или
предок.
Перезвони своему духу. Это может быть пойман в углах и
складки стыда, осуждения и оскорбления людей.
Вы должны позвонить так, чтобы ваш дух захотел вернуться.
Поговорите с ним так же, как с любимым ребенком.
Добро пожаловать твой дух обратно из странствий. Может вернуться
в клочья, в клочья. Собери их вместе. Они будут
счастлив быть найденным после того, как был потерян так долго.
Ваш дух должен будет поспать некоторое время после того, как он купается и
дали чистую одежду.
Теперь вы можете устроить вечеринку. Пригласите всех, кого вы знаете, кто
любит и поддерживает тебя. Оставьте место для тех, у кого нет
место еще, чтобы пойти.
Сделай дешевую распродажу и помни, пусть речь будет короткой.
Затем вы должны сделать это: помочь следующему человеку найти свой путь
сквозь тьму.
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The Cheer
Thanks to my words...
reader my friend, is in the words here, somewhere.
Frankly, I'd like to make you smile.
Words addressing evil won't turn evil back
but they can give heart.
The cheer is hidden in right words.
A great deal isn't right, as they say,
as they are lately at some pains to tell us.
Words have to speak about that.
They would be the less words
for saying smile when they should say do.
If you ask them do what?
they turn serious quick enough, but never unlovely.
And they will tell you what to do,
if you listen, if you want that.
Certainly good cheer has never been what's wrong,
though solemn people mistrust it.
Against evil, between evils, lovely words are right.
How absurd it would be to spin these noises out,
so serious that we call them poems,
if they couldn't make a person smile.
Cheer or courage is what they were all born in.
It's what they're trying to tell us, miming like that.
It's native to the words,
and what they want us to always know,
even when it seems quite impossible to do.
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Blue screen of Death
Begins...
Today I wonder
whomoved the high steeplesof my childhood,
knowingthere's a twist at the endof the answer
because the urgeto dig deeper is coded
somewherecold within the folds of mypast lives.
What other animalwould teach a computerto be a Buddhist,
to design itselfright out of existence with this muchhubris?
The sea somewherefeels gnarled but not here,not now. Enlightenment mightbe the only gift we couldever give.
In our effort the brickswere set so carefully,
we can't seethe source or shape of the light.
Of course there's a candlethat doesn't burn out,
but no oneknows how to light it.
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The Ground
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Вы приземляетесь на горный хребет, в шести футах вниз по скале и думаете, что упали с вершины страха и выжили, как вы думаете, это земля. ладонь другого хребта, более глубокая, поцарапанная, порванная одежда, ты потерял обувь, но ты думаешь, что это земля, я могу испечь эту лазанью, пока змея не зацепится в твоих волосах, твои ноги не встретят висящий ковер, и ты вешаешь Если у вас есть ожерелье из ветки, думая, что это основание, давайте купим щенков, которых вы сидите в кресле-папоротнике, когда вы падаете в своем кресле, словно вырубленная голова с цветами - Да! Первый! - на дереве, сгоревшем от импульса ветра, хлестнуло своими собственными криками, ой, потом ой, ой, оседлав фонарный столб, столб, сарай, каждый раз, когда ты выжил, упал, приземлился, упал, кто знает, как долго вы продвигались вниз по этой штуке, постепенно удерживаясь в ослабевающем сжимающем кулаке гиганта с безликим лицом. Наконец я могу поставить эту полку. Сделай этого ребенка. Ты лжешь и позволяешь своим костям заживать, глядя на расстояние, впервые испытывая плато, холодное, твердое, настоящее, противоположное воздуху. Вы дрожите как блудный космонавт. Я мог бы построить дом на этом, вы думаете, пошатываясь.
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