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 Mar 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon
JL
I can no longer wait for spring
When I know the perfume of countless pale orange blossoms
Will fill the air
When heaven will hold white billowing clouds
Over the trees and pastures now full of wildflowers
Purple and yellow and red they grow
Petals all tossed in the cool wind
The lakeweed will gather at the shore
Where the reeds sprout tall and thick
Dragonflies circle the green water
Viceroy butterfly like a leaf
Now the cranes are joyous
Warming their wings in the sun
Walking in the shallows
Searching for mosquitoes on the surface
The Bluebird calls from the treeline
The Cardinal calls from the air
Deer roam through the rows of sugar cane
Quiet in the breeze
Orange groves full of angry cottonmouths
Who coil in the sun
Soft flowing river
Mangrove snapper slips through the water
Warm in the noon time sun
Today we bury you
Underneath the ground
Everything you've seen and been
All that you became
Is lost in an instant
During a final winter rain
Now we give you up
To become part of the earth
Bringing only joy
Leaving only love
We cannot stand here in sorrow
When the orange blossom starts to bud
Hello Death,

I wear your crown
I've always worn it without a frown

We've shared some ****
Gone round for round

I had the rope, in the shed
It was old
"I've changed my mind"
I think I said

Now I wear a frown...

Restless nights leave my breath locked
It pains me to know that you have knocked

because, Death...

I am weak

It's Hell I seek but
I'll no longer wear your crown,
without a frown

I'm not your clown
this has been taken from my Hubbys 'dark place'... I raided his book and tweaked it a little. I think he'll drop this into the mail tomorrow... hopefully ;-)
Inertia the process of doing nothing

Contradiction the art of jumping intellectual rope

Intellectualism the active engagement in educated debate

Spinning the result of which is dizziness

Dizziness a state of uncertainty

Debating the conversational to and fro

Art is conversation nothing more

Conversation a non productive but necessary social engagement

Formal education

Relative information specificity

Consider the ****** lilies

Consideration Debate Intelligence Conversation Inertia
As kids we played soldiers
sticks were our guns
our words were our bullets
we had hours of fun

But for kids in Uganda
it isn't the same
not since Joseph Kony
took over the game

He forced them to fight
and he forced them to ****
while we stood by and did nothing
lacking knowledge and will

But let this be the year
that it comes to an end
that there's visible justice
for invisible children

Because Joseph Kony
we're coming for you
stopping at nothing
and there's **** all you can do

http://vimeo.com/invisible/kony2012
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we can't take back words
                                           we have already been ******* !
© 2012
My poem warms my nights like a silver moon,
like fireflies on the trees; fantasy is what I longed,
constructed feelings, somehow are unexplained,
like bubbles of morning air, touch my skins.

It's not how I intertwine my heart all of the sudden,
but how our language diverged; beautifully spoken,
and when my mind erects, so slow, for real
that's when I ******* words suitable for her.
© 2012
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