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At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
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I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.
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in the hospitals and jails
it's the worst
in madhouses
it's the worst
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Did you ever notice, in "funeral", the much smaller word, Fun?
If there was a funeral for me, who would "from it" and who would "to it" run?
At 64 I'm overdue perhaps; why should I any longer stick around?
In our big paper dictionary, many as young or younger than I have died, I've found.
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A fleet with flags arrayed
Sailed from the port of Brest,
And the Admiral's ship displayed
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I am fighting furiously with animals and bottles
In a short time perhaps ten hours have passed one
after another
The beautiful swimmer who was afraid of coral wakes
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Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie,
Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky
Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in every clime,
And so has vow'd, whilst there is world or time.
So great's thy glory, and thine excellence,
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"Far I hear the bugle blow
To call me where I would not go,
And the guns begin the song,
'Soldier, fly or stay for long.'
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I don't like flowers - they do remind me often
Of funerals, of weddings and of balls;
Their presence on tables for a dinner calls.
But sub-etern...
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My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir
To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for my share
When we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.
But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:—
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I was the height of a folio, my bed just
backed on the bookcases’ sombre Babel,
everything, Latin ashes, Greek dust
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It is usual
for people in this country
(out of pretended respect
but rather from an impertinent curiosity)
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Advocator of peace
But bringer of war
50 in all
Yet, one shining star.
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Different seasons will come and go, come and go
The bee humming birds fly away and don’t always return
The perennial plants hibernate and grow
Bigger branches and buds that make men yearn.
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Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order
(Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air?)
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Once upon a time not many years ago
a girl named Fred fell in love with a boy named Fran.
Although the names seemed an odd combination
and could easily be confused by people who did not know
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MAR. LIB. IV. EP. 33.
Et latet et lucet, Phaetontide condita gutta
Ut videatur apis nectare clausa suo.
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Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,
Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise,
So Man, declining always, disappears
In the weak circles of increasing years;
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Masks prose without links
When last I visited India almost a decade ago
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When an individual heals,
the sun glows impulsively bright
when warring sides find peace,
there is boundless joy.
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THREE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE
Is Cheap!
If you're talking about dollars or pounds
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A banana moon is pasted onto the sky tonight.
Scarred asphalt streets slumber in its mellow light.
Nomadic power-line cables dance a delicate weave,
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Days are numbered
Should we be fine or sad?
Memories won't live for long
Only legacy talks forever
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They seem so pleased to be planning their funerals.
O why can't these ghoulish, sickly smiling creatures,
Enjoy the precious life that they have been given? ! .
For them it's all about the money. Yes even
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The government is messing with the lives of people,
the South African government mess South Africans around,
with great numbers of the dead it will be later a real mess
and with double standards people come right up to an abyss.
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I Love Believer's Funerals
I love believer's funerals
Where grief is mixed with gaiety
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You got the right to remain silent anything you say or do at this point will not really matter because your skin color has Already confessed to the crime you have the right to an attorneywho will try his hardest that Justice is seenbut a jury of your peersAKA our attorneys will have them out matched 12 to 1 if you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided to you free of charge because he is also on our payroll do you understand these rights as they have been read to you whoa whoa whoa whoa Don't move I see you reaching for your 9mm wallet I see you reaching for your 30 caliber inhaler well I said don't move stop breathing you're puffing up your chest I feel threatened stop resisting arrestis thata weapon lay down no face down no no face ground Bang Pow oops I Did It Again no I'm a pop star no I'm a cop star no by the time I get to the precinctI will be a rockstarClap for himI have more trophies with black names on them than bet award winners platform I will probably be honored at the NYPD award dinner clap form they are going to throw me a parade platform because when I clap for him they go to the Grave black boys cries following death white ears black Mother's tears keep graveyard grass green and black men's bones are the gavel in which judges finalize false convictions wake up black boys it's time to declare war I wonder Trayvon Martin's mother how she feels that her son is a household name and he is not a household body I wonder is Freddie Gray's family can still Say grace over their food even though their prayers could not stop theThief that robbed him of his last breath I wonder when Tamir rice died playing cops and robbers if you still saw the former more innocent than the ladder or wonder is black women feel closer to God because they're steady having to laid to rest their only begotten son I wonder if black people skin got darker because we're closer to the Sun and how many years will it takeus to grow bullet proof skin because we're closer to the guns I'm tired I'm tired of going to funerals where babies are being buried in boxes that are bigger than the ones they used to poison I'm tired of not being able to say see you later to my friends we're steady practicing our goodbye words to each other I'm tired of not being able to tell my girlfriend let's wait until we're married I'm scared she will walk down the aisle and see me in a box before she sees me in a tuxedo I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired because I'm forced to stay woke in a society who's laws are written as lullabies to black people I'm tired I'm tired I wonder if America will be the alarm when she wakes up and see the black people are sleeping no more Because the American dream is the African American Nightmare I'm tired I'm tired tired because I'm forced to stay woke and if I finally go to sleep I might stay asleep forever.
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