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  May 2014 Kaye B Anderson
SG Holter
At times I refuse to believe that
Racism exists, other than in
Movies and jokes.
It is just too ridiculous a
Concept.

In a world overweight with
Selfish, hate hurt, grudge holding
Beasts of Barely Men
With gold lust in their bone
Marrow and gold dust on their
Minds working to make it all
A miserable place for everyone else...
Judge from colour?

Who can afford to exclude the
Good ones, over something
As sadly superficial
As skin?
Angels and devils walk
Within all shades of
Man
Alike.
Garden of beauty
Is where you lay
Trapped on the outside
Is where I stay

Your heart full of roses
And your soul of tulips too
Your eyes the diamond river
A glorious beauty is true

My heart beats for two
But locked out i am from you
Untouchable serenity
Mind stirring insanity

I lay here expiring
Watching you through a glass window
To your garden of eden
I dream to go
The cloud and Sun are playing hide-n-seek
Sun peeking from the veils of clouds
With it linings shimmering like gold
Clouds silhouette coming to light
Responding to the warmth of the Sun
To give way to the morning sunshine
Resplendent Earth basks in the ambiance
Ushering another day*




© Amitav (Radiance)
Your lips are my poison
Slowly my soul drips away
  May 2014 Kaye B Anderson
MariaLoves
Maybe one day
I'll reflect back
on this Spring day
with a chuckle
or a smirk.

But not today.

For today you demanded
your freedom...

and sent me away.
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