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Silence is that moment just before the brakes sing and a 1000 New Yorkers check the side of the car
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If I were a bud waiting to bloom I would choose to be attached to you.
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Photo opportunities between now and then
tear at the door of this moving dream
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Gold plated alloys, simmering symmetry
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Kruis kras klanke uit, kruip tussen klanke wat lag.
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Devoted dulcet tones
kiss hands
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"Forgive me father for I have sinned".
Drops of remorse drip soundlessly
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Stultified ignorance,
sealed in hatred's guise
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A bumblebee bumbles from tree to tree.
The poet stares at its arcs and acrobatics,
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The desert spills into my palm,
sensual lines crafted in the womb
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Creation trembles
as the Goddess sings new life
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Anchored to the bank
the willow watches and waits
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I humbly bow my knee to you,
creator of all, the One above all.
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How can this portrait of perfection
be so bludgeoned by the traditional weapons
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In the fields of hatred, you fought a crushing battle
followed footprints of the fallen in surging battle.
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Moonlight froze
inside the
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"Amandla Awethu!"
Roar it with me,
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Said the sun to the moon:
"To be you must be a boon.
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The moon is a vamp,
Salome decked out in seven veils
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I wonder why she chose to go.
Did she even love us at all?
by tanzanite
59 lines, 30 comments,
on Jan 4 8:22 PM 2008
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