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Jul 2017
I am fire I move ahead
I stand alone
I am no friend
I am no foe
I can not die I would like to think
They fear me and adore me from the same pool of thoughts.

I am energy and purity
I am power and consistency
I represent balance and obscurity
In my vengeance and fury
I bring purity
I purify and purge I am my own light
Don’t make me fight.

I am dressed in the most expensive array
Clothed in the fairest and rarest of rare
My train goes before me and behind me and all around me of which the end can not be seen neither the start.
I am dressed in glory do not touch me in case you die and we become one.

In my stand I am alone.
All I touch turns to dust.
I bring death I take it in me
In me death is born again.
New life is birthed from the death within.
I sculpture and mold and in ashes alone

I yearn to tell them the clay I use for my sculptures and art is made in tears.
It can not be done other by the tears from a yearning soul.
I am everywhere you did not know?
Bring me close to death
I enter your world through a spark a bolt from the sky the flick of a switch
I arrive when I am called

You have to learn don’t stand in my way I will exalt myself and you will die
Don’t try to control me don’t contain me cause I will rise up in vengeance and fury
I will break through in rage and passion
Jean-Pierre
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Jean-Pierre  37/M
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   Rakshinda and janet chavarria
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