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I look upon the canvas cloaking earth in its entirety, yet its not tangible.
Our sustenance, to sustain life it's critical.

Its companion has the shade we seek on a warm day, lovers carve their union to a part of history, we insist on destroying the beautiful, replacing it with decay.

Why do we march so valiantly towards demise, when we have the ability for ourselves to get saved.

Why do we seek intelligence, but overlook a simple concept as tolerance, is this how we were made?

I believe we borne with a blank slate, pure and kind, it is the infested dark of this world that infests and overtake our mind. If you lucky enough not to be borne into it, during your journey, prey, you it will find.

Embedded in history, a dark slithering serpent has this world in a bind, it is called corporations, they enslaved human kind.
We enslaved to this life, we can never break free, freedom an illusion, conveyed through common strife, we caught in a web, steel to the throat, knife.
Darling, I look at you
and take you inside me
Now I hide you with love
everywhere inside of me.
I do feel better
just seeing you, my love.

You make me smile
You make me happy.
I feel you more, oh babe!
I will look for a way
to reach your hands.
I pray for that day and wait!

We aren't being so far apart
You always live in my heart
No worries, no more fears
I will wipe away your tears
Babe, I will do, I'll do that.
You know, I love you forever!
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 Sep 2020 arthur samuel papa
Saba
Is where I wake up in the evening
Is where I sleep in the morning
Is where I meet faceless hearts, souls, minds and special beings
Beings from different backgrounds, peasants and queens
Sharing their worsts and their bests as well as their dreams
Escaping the world that was not what it seemed.
I see a beautiful
sunshine in this
sunny evening
on your face,
it really
took away the
anxiety in me
Red is rouje
Like roses in bloom
Green is vert
Like the leaves on the trees
Yellow is jaune
Like the sun as it rises
Black is noir
Like the dark of the night
Brown is brun
Like delicious chocolate
White is blanche
Like the clouds in the sky!
Air is blowing, and
trees are dancing,
leaves are falling
but sand is jealous
because birds are
living on air near
to sky
I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.
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