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Wading, Wading.
I have my friends here and there.
waiting, waiting.
I smile at both.
wanting, wanting.
I'm in between two lives right now.
I've almost sorted out my **** now.
oh, but today brought me new ****.
**** for the new,
you're almost sorted
**** with the old.
I'm not in the mood to deal with you.
Out with the old, in with the new.
I'm wading between two lives.
My walls be made of books
  The bed wrapped in folds
             All I need
Is the silence of the void
   And a dim white light
Telling me
                read more, more, more
http://bahamutxs.blogspot.com/2010/05/locus-amoenus.html
Life is a system of matter
Sustaining your ego and bladder
But what of the consciousness held in your head?
Something of virtue, or something to dread?
A little of both
My mind most certainly thinks
A gift from the heavens
Is something with links

Links to our nature
Links to our mind
Links back in time
Are what make us think
So don't fool yourself
With lies told abroad
Science is of virtue
And surely no fraud
So don't speak so quickly
Be faster to think
Rejection of old thoughts
Beliefs held abroad
Is where one must start
To learn of his God

Forget those religions
You learned in your schools
Of churches
Of fools
All held down beneath
Their skull
They fear
What they know to be near
The lies of their past
Safely guard them to last

So I pray you begin
The longest of journeys within
But take heed, friend
Of the lies you'll find
Instead, think within
Your mind and your heart
Just don't forget to begin
The journey within
I used to take the back off
the telephone and stuff it with rags
and when somebody knocked
I wouldn't answer and if they persisted
I'd tell them in terms ******
to vanish.

just another old crank
with wings of gold
flabby white belly
plus
eyes to knock out
the sun.
I am convinced
That if all mankind
Could only gather together
In one circle
Arms on each other's shoulders
And dance, laugh and cry
     together
   Then much
     of the tension and burden
       of life
     Would fall away
In the knowledge that
We are all children
Needing and wanting
Each other's
Comfort and
Understanding
We are all children
Searching for love
 Jan 2012 Mutulu Kafele
Nat Yonce
I don't have to win.
I don't have to be the best.
I don't have to get the girl.
I don't have to.
I don't have to.
I don't have.
I don't have to be.
©2010
The moon
Above the snow-covered mountain
Dropped hailstones.
 Jan 2012 Mutulu Kafele
seBi
Grab me by the hair
Pull me close
Whisper something sick in my ear.
I'd laugh but
Your swift, violent movements
Give me an adrenaline rush
Puts me in overdrive
As I throw you
Against a Wall
Blade in Hand
You'll kiss this
And be Happy.
They bound me,
true me.
I'll risk the battle.
Strategy,
that's what I have.
Won't back down,
need these freedom,
need this feeling.
It's not ashamed.
It'll be good to escape.
Just even a touch,
the sky won't burst into shimmering little stars,
if I make the break,
into what I call my freedom.
Just let me be,
and you will see.
Just wait and see.
Oh, please.
That's what they say.
You're never going to get your way.
Scoff all you want.
I dream big.
Big is all I dream for.
Don't aim low.
I aim towards the sky,
hoping that I,
will get to touch it one day.
My shaft-craft docked I with hers
As in orbit the space shuttle Atlantis,
Before it was by NASA rested:
So up she swallowed of for three
Inexpressible minutes, my darling dilly, --
Just like a shark swallowed up stiff Jonah
For three days in her belly, --in Havana,
Where I was locked in tween her hot thighs,
Heaving out we both extraterrestrial sighs
Upon the green with amours encrusted.
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