I was formed from atoms in a gods womb, Born to tame the sun and moon, Born to master the arts of survival, Born to remake the earth through knowledge and wisdom, Born to roam the ground and the skies with blissful freedom, Born to experience the power of love, lust and evil, Born to conquer beasts and wrestle with demons, I was formed from atoms in gods womb, Born to write sermons, poems and truth, Born to live free,proudly black and true.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Dance me to your new moon face and name RD in Jaipur. Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love Dance me through the miles Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand, touch me with your glove darling close the gap of distance now Dance me to the end of love ~~~~~ A repost Karijinnbba 74-2021- present RddpcRk
Immortalized eternal lovers RddJpc/Karijinnbba an Oath to true love a song given to me by my first twin true love Lost and found 74-present. Found with new face & name.
I survived a life-threatening, Coma-inducing & memory-debilating High-speed road accident in May ‘10. I survived COVID12, The SARS-COV12. Now I even survived COVID19. I, howsoever, know what I am. I am a mortal. Perishable.
I write sometimes. I read sometimes. The day is going to be well. But I feel I am always broken in many unspoken words. Many poems were written. Many feelings were poured in many cups of the day I spent too much. They said, you are overthinking to yourself. They said, you let more anxiety fill your brain. I said, maybe this is the last time I will do. Maybe I will forget the past and hope everyting is going to be fast. I write sometimes. I read sometimes. Everyday I get I always heal myself. Maybe I was born. Again. And again. And maybe, I will die everyday too.
Indonesia, 18th April 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho