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When I die of this love Come ... carve “fool” On my grey stone I walk a coward’s path I am only beautiful When I am alone I know now there is a cure That God does not possess It is him! And not me! Whom should step forward and confess Though I never told you a lie My reward was not the truth Because our love got lost and so At middle age I am finally sick of youth, The outline of my soul is missing You left me behind without Letting go of my hand. And now what is the order of the day? For I am flying in the disorder of the night A bird that knows not where to land.

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC

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WHEN I DIE

When I die of this love Come ... carve “fool” On my grey stone I walk a coward’s path I am only beautiful When I am alone I know now there is a cure That God does not possess It is him! And not me! Whom should step forward and confess Though I never told you a lie My reward was not the truth Because our love got lost and so At middle age I am finally sick of youth, The outline of my soul is missing You left me behind without Letting go of my hand. And now what is the order of the day? For I am flying in the disorder of the night A bird that knows not where to land.

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I take refuge in poetry Where poverty blossoms Women’s feet leave not a print And the stomach gets drunk on tap water. Imprisoned in a shed, situated At the back of my mind I have Scared life away from me ‘Tis also the case vice-versa I try to keep a harmonious tongue But good people? You have Witnessed for yourselves Some folk crave a brutal answer. The primitive man With qualifications The sober man With hallucinations The right honourable gentleman With wrong un-honourable expenses I take refuge in poetry Squatting between the sentences. We don’t really know exactly What we are doing, we just follow Things and see where it takes us Never mind purchasing luxury To even get a smile is all “subject to status” I take refuge in poetry Whether written by me the fool Or them! ... the old sages.

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Sep 30, 2015

Sep 30, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC

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REFUGE

I take refuge in poetry Where poverty blossoms Women’s feet leave not a print And the stomach gets drunk on tap water. Imprisoned in a shed, situated At the back of my mind I have Scared life away from me ‘Tis also the case vice-versa I try to keep a harmonious tongue But good people? You have Witnessed for yourselves Some folk crave a brutal answer. The primitive man With qualifications The sober man With hallucinations The right honourable gentleman With wrong un-honourable expenses I take refuge in poetry Squatting between the sentences. We don’t really know exactly What we are doing, we just follow Things and see where it takes us Never mind purchasing luxury To even get a smile is all “subject to status” I take refuge in poetry Whether written by me the fool Or them! ... the old sages.

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If I could watch you sleep I would not have the heart to awake you I am poor ... unattractive ... lack entertainment ... Where do I find the nerve To take you? I hear the hum of the lake in your eyes My bones revolt, break through my skin To protect you I will crawl to the four corners of the world Alas, you have instructed me To forsake you. If I could watch you sleep I would gather birds and hire instruments To awake you.

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC

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IF I COULD WATCH YOU SLEEP

If I could watch you sleep I would not have the heart to awake you I am poor ... unattractive ... lack entertainment ... Where do I find the nerve To take you? I hear the hum of the lake in your eyes My bones revolt, break through my skin To protect you I will crawl to the four corners of the world Alas, you have instructed me To forsake you. If I could watch you sleep I would gather birds and hire instruments To awake you.

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC

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Million Star Hotel

Check in here ... https://youtu.be/eOS3C1jq9go

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http://youtu.be/IjDfXtaPaHM

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Feb 26, 2015

Feb 26, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC

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Of the days

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The mind the soul the self the spirit Whatever you wanna call it ? Is the greatest arsenal that we have And you don't put it in to jeopardy For any worldly situation...

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC

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The writer

The mind the soul the self the spirit Whatever you wanna call it ? Is the greatest arsenal that we have And you don't put it in to jeopardy For any worldly situation...

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Amputated from man Amputated by man Implanted to the outside of a wall A foreigner refused entry into the family The patern is as such: evrey need I fill Opens up another two in me One morning I awoke an amputee And so it continued the whole life through "How sincerity made a mad man of you" If I ever face the mirror that's what I would say to thee But me and my reflection have gone our seperate ways you see Half a coffin for the amputee I know they blame me and say how it's all my fault Just cos I don't have a hatred for others Which clearly they have got Selfish to the core...vanity pride and greed.. Trick a poor stranger for an extra penny Charge an arm and a leg from an amputee God has unlocked my heart But not the padlock on his gate Heaven may be within reach But hell is on a plait So shall I DIE now??..is that what it will take ? To make happy those so called "near to me" To beautifie the amputee.

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC

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Amputee

Amputated from man Amputated by man Implanted to the outside of a wall A foreigner refused entry into the family The patern is as such: evrey need I fill Opens up another two in me One morning I awoke an amputee And so it continued the whole life through "How sincerity made a mad man of you" If I ever face the mirror that's what I would say to thee But me and my reflection have gone our seperate ways you see Half a coffin for the amputee I know they blame me and say how it's all my fault Just cos I don't have a hatred for others Which clearly they have got Selfish to the core...vanity pride and greed.. Trick a poor stranger for an extra penny Charge an arm and a leg from an amputee God has unlocked my heart But not the padlock on his gate Heaven may be within reach But hell is on a plait So shall I DIE now??..is that what it will take ? To make happy those so called "near to me" To beautifie the amputee.

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Million Star Hotel That's where the man stay Huddled up in a shop doorway The traffic a lullaby Room service from passes by Million Star Hotel Where a Million people stay "What makes me laugh",he'd say "Is that I think I smell" "What makes me sad",then he'd say "Is my loneliness.." God has put survival in the air I wake up with people urinating Aiming for my ear My face is cursed with an evil look That my heart does not possess But it's not that which makes me sad What makes me sad is my...loneliness My loneliness can fill evrey suitcase ever made Fill evrey shoe that's ever been worn It can crack a mountain I've seen it outshine the stars at night And I've seen it cast its shadow over the sun at dawn Voluntarily...or...inevitably perhaps... I some how engineered my social collaps And so I checked in to the Million Star Hotel Where I found my peace in the Epicenter of hell...

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Aug 16, 2013

Aug 16, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC

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Million Star Hotel

Million Star Hotel That's where the man stay Huddled up in a shop doorway The traffic a lullaby Room service from passes by Million Star Hotel Where a Million people stay "What makes me laugh",he'd say "Is that I think I smell" "What makes me sad",then he'd say "Is my loneliness.." God has put survival in the air I wake up with people urinating Aiming for my ear My face is cursed with an evil look That my heart does not possess But it's not that which makes me sad What makes me sad is my...loneliness My loneliness can fill evrey suitcase ever made Fill evrey shoe that's ever been worn It can crack a mountain I've seen it outshine the stars at night And I've seen it cast its shadow over the sun at dawn Voluntarily...or...inevitably perhaps... I some how engineered my social collaps And so I checked in to the Million Star Hotel Where I found my peace in the Epicenter of hell...

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What happens to your name After it is written down? Does it fly to the dead and remind Them of the beauty they have lost? -or- Does it travel the world slipping Poison in to the cups of little tyrants? -or- Does it blow from town to city driping Glue in to the eyes of racists? -or- Does it turn in to grass Where grass is needed most? -or- Does it hang from a chain In the shape of a cross? -or- Does it fall in to a poor mans dream Sparkling like a stream of gold? -or- Does it sit by your side Watching you grow old? What happens to your name After it is written down?

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Mar 14, 2013

Mar 14, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC

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THE READER

What happens to your name After it is written down? Does it fly to the dead and remind Them of the beauty they have lost? -or- Does it travel the world slipping Poison in to the cups of little tyrants? -or- Does it blow from town to city driping Glue in to the eyes of racists? -or- Does it turn in to grass Where grass is needed most? -or- Does it hang from a chain In the shape of a cross? -or- Does it fall in to a poor mans dream Sparkling like a stream of gold? -or- Does it sit by your side Watching you grow old? What happens to your name After it is written down?

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