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The very second we wake from them, they can be so very, very far away; the harder we try to hold, the cruelly quicker seems their escape... The gulf left, so unbridgeable, so enormous, so peculiar, when only so brief a moment ago it was so close, so familiar, so a part of us. Can a man truly love a woman and a place exactly as much at just the very same time? Trying to find an answer to that question is like trying to remember a dream upon waking... Though I've discovered there is just enough room in this one man's chest for at least eight broken hearts. *
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2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 2:33 AM UTC
Dreams
COMRADE LOVE NEEDED Sorrow of Love is hard to bear stretches my bones and I cannot go on A need for comrades to speak about Love lost their ability to love can only love for moments When these moments come they devour them like rare chocolate not enjoying them My comrades have physical beauty, Spirit beauty I doubt they question commitment and honesty it is their own they question We do not need hate to be involved in the Struggle for Truth We need Love I see comrades becoming mechanical we strive for a Distant Star that Star beckons with Love Comrades ! Love is needed ! ©GhairoDanielsPoetry Bellville,SA 1980 (This little poem was written when I was 18yrs old as a young student activist at the University of the Western Cape,SA. I subsequently read it at mass meetings at high schools throughout the province, as part of the student insurrection, enthralling high school pupils. Then, of course I could read it with a lot of fire. I understand that it is a channelled poem as I wrote it in 5mins flat during an activist meeting)
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
Comrade Love Needed
I'm a foreigner at the crossroads what you see from a distance wave hands say hello to you. I've been confused ever since stand alone in the crowd, no one sees me except for a pair of eyes that is lodged in people's heads which I never knew before; and the clouds turn blue but don't hurt flowing right over the head then the birds rise expel the wind who had tossed my long hair. I just stare at them, hope they don't look at me. However, the world suddenly stopped. And my world seems to have a limit to transcend isolation. I'm a foreigner at the crossroads, which has been left behind by old memories, and when the new comrades have become adept at reading signs, and therefore we have bonded like a relationship that we are not really aware of. I'm a foreigner at the crossroads, greet you as a stranger too, but now everyone is busy making their own festival, and don't ask, I make a festival for whom, except for the day when I'm not known anymore.
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Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 12:05 AM UTC
A Foreign Festival
Dear comrade, Maybe you are achieving medals for your victory but, actually you are achieving our hearts for your bravery...
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 3:34 AM UTC
Dear comrade..
It's the first time I've ever bought you flowers; I only realise this when I'm minutes away from your funeral.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
The Offering
Custom cannot wither, nor age enslave My infinite array of memories. I came of age upon a wave Of ideals that anchored Changes and elders outraged, Appalling them into rage. They often responded With violence, yet we endured. Even when comrades were shot down, And protesters run to ground, The promise of a new world grew in secret, In the impromptu families in hill towns, Or the remnants of Haight-Ashbury And the minds of Lost Boys and Girls unbound, In the survivors of Kent and Jackson State; Our dream died not but elected to wait, And In the choices of all Not to succumb to servility Nor women to proscribed maternity. Equality stayed the rule instead of resignation. Now, age has slowed but not stopped us And we reach out across the air, Teaching young ones, as passionate as we, To distrust despots, ever serve the cause of liberty.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
Age Cannot Wither
Tell me again Brave Kate the battles we made it through Tell me more, and keep the score comrades and loves, we bid, adieu Tell me again Brave Kate our scars, proof of bitter tales We survived our many fates as always, strength of will, prevails Tell me yet again sweet Kate when all the conflicts, fought and won Will there ever come a day no dire clouds, and simply, sun
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Brave Kate
Going through the motions, creating a tune sublime differing types of notions, not always prose, or rhyme Assembling our choirs, composed of family and comrades weeding out the dire fools, trusting, true friends we've had Reveling in the loudest lion's roar, and all that it can, possibly portend discarding the dissonant chord and rejoicing in, the harmony of friends
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
The dissonant chord
What I do to them. I tolerant the intolerance. I see individuals in the crowd. And I keep'em safe and sound. We're supposed to be enemies. They obey people I won't stand. They believe with no doubt The things disapproved With every breath and step I take. But our balance is calm as a lake. We are antonyms. They follow sun and I adore moon They praise landwhile I honor the wind. And we're a duet just as lime and mint. But now look at us. I help them out once I've heard a call. And they catch me right before I fall. Always getting stuck in one boat. And you know, we are simply one, We don't care that it's just dumb.
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
It's dumb
Kindness A kindness movement is creeping in to save our world . It's in The USA With people shouting out , let's make America kind again. Human Kind is our nature the earth our mother. Incredible army's are moving in ,writing on hills KINDNESS . It's simple we are born to be kind It's there in our human nature. Captured in smiles feeding and nurturing . Come on comrades raise up and be the kindness you want to see in this world Kindness rules
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
KINDNESS Rules
Etched in his mind, The internal war, Haemorrhaging blood, Hidden once more, Slowly he’s dying, His body too weak, Paralysed lips, Unable to speak, Traumatic life, Slipping away, His heavy soul, Aching today. He witnessed it all, The burden unseen, Screaming their names, Tortured in dream, His cries settle, His memory fades, Wiping the tears, For former comrades. (Repeat)
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
The Silent War
Comrades. I'm running but so is time. I will not fail, I will not fall. three seconds left ten steps to go. please stop counting. I'm coming. Next year I will not fail. I will not fall. Next year it will be three steps. ten seconds. Comrades.
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
comrades
In eighty four, when I was eighteen. I joined the Navy, so proud and so lean. First day aboard, my ship I laid footed. An accident happened, this guy was beheaded. I witnessed it all, a faint scream, now gone. Blood everywhere, I was shocked in stone. Life is but different, floating on the sea. But darkness still lurks, coming out of the deep. They called it traditions, it brought back my past. The name callings, the torture, How long will it last? Hours turns days, days into years. Counting my time, holding back tears. We had risen the Shield, another accident happened, lost twenty one shipmates, Never forgotten. At one in the 'morn, the ferry went down. In the Bay of Haifa, twenty one did drown. They finally came home, in a flag draped box, Hearing taps on corner, Home but not lost. My demons continue, to many deaf ear, bring sadness and sorrow, bring heartache and tears One final vision, that I can not erase. my friend screamed horror and the look on his face The wheel of an aircraft, rolled over his femur, crushing and smashing, Lost in a fever. Blood and bones, I'll never forget. His piercing screams, still gets me upset. Twenty long years, I lived on the sea. Lost many great men and their pain is still with me. Onto my next step, But what do I do? These demons keep chasing me, Can I **** them off too?
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
The Story (Part 3, Military)
One by one we march by, one by one we go, down to the bowels we march. Fire and death await us, together we fight, one by one we fall. One by one we march by, shades of our selves, judgement awaits us wicked ones. There we stood, yet there we fell, death came all too soon. One by one we march by, only now does fate come, honor, dignity, trust all are gone. The Judgement has come, forever we shall lie, one by one darkness comes for all.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
One by One