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Mateuš Conrad Apr 2017
that's basically me saying:
  welcome home baltic son -
                 **** their sushi
****** those herring fillets
a in cream sauce
   (with onions, cucumber
& apple) -
     followed by some amber
vóda
.
To-day we have repetition of parts.
Yesterday we had yesterday, tomorrow morning, we have tomorrow morning.
but to-day, To-day we have the repetition of parts.
While spies under the guise of dark, disguise our art.
To-day we have the repetition of parts.

To-day we have retaliation of their arts, yesterday we had yesterday, tomorrow morning, we have tomorrow; mourning.
But to-day, to-day we have replication of parts.
Bright minds might find a start, but requital is the name of our art.
To-day we have a revenge on our part.

To-day we have the reappropriation of purple hearts,
yesterday we had yesterday,
and the morrows sorrow follow furrowed brows on our enemies part.
Harrowing barrows and gallows are swallowed, by the dark.
Redundancy is a common commodity of ours.

To-day we have a thorough reconnaissance of our purplish hearts, yesterday will bring young blood to further our course.
to-day we will re-vitalize their wars, and re-cycle their arms.
We will retaliate, for every heart they have scarred.
To-night we will light up the dark. Insha’Allah.

To-night we have reciprocation of parts; re-coil; re-load; re-align reticle,
re-coil; re-load; re-align reticle; re-coil; re-load; rinse and re-peat.
a place of peace seems preposterously far,
as we keep firing into the dark.
To-day we have reciprocation of parts.

To-day we have repetition of parts.
Yesterday we had yesterday, tomorrow morning, we have tomorrow morning.
but to-day, To-day we have the repetition of parts.
Writing as part of a Creative Writing course at my university.
Inspired by and adapted from Henry Reed's *Naming of parts*:
http://www.solearabiantree.net/namingofparts/namingofparts.html
Jordan Resendes Mar 2017
Soft, sweet, silence:

Sitting solitarily still
sinking, slowly, sadly in solemnity.

Quickly sour thee land and home
that's been stript and slashed and sewn

Redistribution of raw potential
Reappropriation of determination

Suddenly aware, light ensures
Yet darkness lingers evermore.
Unbalanced Harmony, everlasting
Necrotic neuroses, drowning water-bearer
Near nagging noise, feeling fulfilled.

Nearly nothing to conceive
Barely breathtaking belief.

Scattered.
Sunken.
Sign.
Jimmy silker Sep 4
We've built our church on the ruins of yours
It's always been that way of course
Sumarian Egyptian Hittite Inca
Reappropriation was what they were into
And rightly so
Can't waste that foundation
Took some of it with them
As they altered their nations
Through horror and peace
Some stone gets chipped off
The passage of time
Grinds down and smoothes rock
To a differing shape
Somethings lost
Somethings gained
But there's never been history
Without shouting and pain
So we'll build our church
on the ruins of theirs
Again and again through the
Cycling years.

— The End —