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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
dont
help! im trapped in here
there is one way to get out
i have to love you
 May 2014 Kaye B Anderson
asg
bruises leave pain
and marks
but never memories
constantly we forget
how a bruise has come about
though we know touching it hurts
so we leave it alone
to heal
and soon we forget it was ever there
so why
when it comes to bruises (metaphorical ones) in history
does the memory of pain
and the marks
hold so strong?
we need to learn to be more like bruises forgive but never forget?
how about we
forgive
forget
and MOVE ON
I lay quietly in my bed.
The open window above my head blows the soft blue curtain over me.
I sit up and go behind the curtain.
I open the window a little more.

The cold night wind whips my face.
It feels good against my burning skin.
I rest my head on the window sill and close my eyes.
The sounds of the night comes rushing to my ears.

I hear crickets playing their dispair filled songs.
While the hedge sways in the wind with their old bones cracking.
A distant dog barks at the night shadows.
A lonely car drives by its tires spitting pebbles.

Behind the curtain with the window open.
The moon shining it's light down on my.
It feels like a whole other world.
So peaceful and beautiful that only I know
wrote this
3/23/2008
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