Life begins with a short breath to a long story.
A silence march towards experiences all too gory.
I savor joy, for it is short,
I must smile for happiness cannot be bought.
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I drag my body to appear before your revealing throne,
With down turned eyes.
I scrape together what is left of my courage to
Face the truth and it is too much to bear.
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Were you there in 1652 when the Drommedaris hit our shore.
And the Dutch came armed and eager for war.
An overlapping ecstasy of man,
All to desimate the San.
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He stood then bent over
As if drawn to his bag
Stationed at his feet.
He scratched in his bag
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The day is new when I awake.
The young sun peeps curiously through my window.
Oft when I awake I think
The bridge between slovenly sleep and waking.
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Girl and boy in a ball.
In pleasure and ecstasy they move from wall to wall.
She rests her head upon his chest.
Their passionate action done,
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Emmite spiritum tuum, Pater.
Omul este atat de pierdut si atat de slab.
I
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I view you from a safe distance,
As you display yourself.
Your waves.
Your shore.
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Don't hear the sudden stop of their van.
Don't see them approach like blood thirsty jackals.
Don't feel the gun against your head.
Don't think of where you are going.
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Not a word was said
But the beat was dead.
Once it gave life to a warm womb
That is now a cold tomb.
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