I have started to listen to the doctrines of my blood,
Want to hear the voice of my pulse, soul and my flesh,
Whispers of my heart to the brain,
Some people remain dust, mist, shadow, vapor,
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What are we doing? Where are we going?
We should cherish the graceful dictum of Edith Piaf,
A small sparrow, roaming Paris streets,
Hated by ‘'vanguard of truth'', loathed by ‘'emissaries of chastity'',
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I am tired of being fatigued,
I was tired before I was tired,
I was tired after I was tired,
How could you be tired before you are tired?
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History is the record of important events,
History is dung, history is manure,
Distorted triumph and failure,
It's told by the victors,
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We are all fingers on God's hands,
Veins in God's heart,
We are all eyelashes on God's eyes,
We are all God's brain cells,
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If I only could, I truly would,
I probably would,
Maybe I couldn't,
I could be mistaken,
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She was twisting and turning her symmetrical body
In front of all and sundry
Her body the epitome of symmetry
Guys cheerful, hot with ecstasy
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Heart of my heart,
soul of my soul,
my elixir of life, water of love,
amber of peace
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I am looking at the robust omnipresent walls around me,
That often surround me,
Away from the boisterous crowd,
No soul to converse with,
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