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O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Sick 'I cannot go to school today,'
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
'I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps....
It is in this sick room
Where on the bed
A silent woman lies between two lovers-
The postman comes when I am still in bed.
"Postman, what do you have for me today?"
I say to him. (But really I'm in bed.)
Then he says - what shall I have him say?
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning?
Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions,
In your cheek's cold and taciturn reflection,
I see insanity and horror forming.
When I’m asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,—
They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead.
While the dim charging breakers of the storm
Bellow and drone and rumble overhead,
'Tis sweet to him, who all the week
Through city-crowds must push his way,
To stroll alone through fields and woods,
Physician of my sin-sick soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.
When first my old, old love I knew,
My bosom welled with joy;
My riches at her feet I threw;
I was a love-sick boy!
Lightning flashes outside
Beethoven on his deathbed
Candle smell in the room
Raising his fist in the air..
Twenty two years ago today, June 4th 1997! I sat in the Judges Domain in the Oil Montropolis of Yaroslavl, Russia. Where hot water was luxury! But the food was excellent! Apparently the exchange rate at the time was that I looked like a Miilionaire to them! We dined in the finest restaurants really not knowing that the Tip I gave was equal to his months Salary! It must have been a good day for that waiter!
An average monthly Salary was equal to $60 bucks US Dollars! Our driver was getting $20 a day, our "Handler" who arranged all of the "Bribes" was paid $2,000 in used $20 Dollar bills. That's what the "unnamed religious organization" arranged. Don't misunderstand what I'm saying. That is just how things were done in Russia then. One lady was Bribed with a bottle of shampoo!
Now, Today? I have no Idea. My Guess is it's even worse now!
She, the Judge was Pretty much GOD in Charge of my hopes and dreams of a family. Questions Asked, with the our Interpretor Interpreting every word of the proceedings.
Into darkness i'm bound
I let the blood and tears run down i'm sick
So many memories of you
I sit here in my silence i'm sick
You sick daredevil you! You sick daredevil you! I can't wait to get rid of you. You make Black people fight your evil deeds and you at the same time you sick fool.
You're evil in your ways and you can't or will never make me play the game of life like you play it. But instead I'll play the game like I play it and and when it comes to you I'll go astray.
Physically, mentally, emotionally, everything is sick.
I tell myself everyday that I am sick.
She's been fighting cancer
six long months
radiation and chemo treatments
shrunk one tumor
Family is sick where the mother is undermined.
Society is sick where the teachers are undermined.
Culture is sick where the scholarsare undermined.
Justice is sick where Juries are undermined.
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