I AM
I am that I am
SourceLight within my Innermost Heart
unique fractal of Divinity
ever evolving spiralling ascending
deathless ageless
is my Soul
I am that I am
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I'm often asked what sign I am
Leading me to answer best I can
That while I know that signs exist
I try my best to cheerfully desist.
But there again if truth be told
My interest piqued this subject old,
So with new fervor I travailed
The results of which I here detailed.
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I SOUTH AFRICA WOMAN AM I
I stand before you on rolling hills
Warts, wrinkles, crevices, oceans
Deserts, floods, strikes, loud laughs
In suffering and sub-atomic joy
Failures and victories
Stencilled on my skin
Wringing luminous blood
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My son, John, was an engaging fellow, who was barely ten years old;
And liked frogs, marbles and playing ball, in luscious, noontime gold.
My son, John, was rather a dreamer, like the lazy cloud, sky features.
My son, John, was a leader, like a plum sky moon, flying by meteors.
John was our youngest child, very loved by his sisters, father and me;
Like the richest time of day, when cobalt sea, and mirrored sky agree.
John loved hot, stuffed dumplings, oftentimes sold by street vendors;
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We can harvest well,
But we must plant our saplings;
We can build up luck.
I'm often asked what sign I am
Leading me to answer best I can
That while I know that signs exist
I try my best to cheerfully desist.
But there again if truth be told
My interest piqued this subject old,
So with new fervor I travailed
The results of which I here detailed.
......
We can harvest well,
But we must plant our saplings;
We can build up luck.
I SOUTH AFRICA WOMAN AM I
I stand before you on rolling hills
Warts, wrinkles, crevices, oceans
Deserts, floods, strikes, loud laughs
In suffering and sub-atomic joy
Failures and victories
Stencilled on my skin
Wringing luminous blood
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Your life is a candle burning but the bullshit is, everyone is smoking cigs around you
The air and vibrations are a threat to your existence, the very air you breath
Breath isn’t good enough, you need something stimulating the molecules inside you
Whatever would balance you out, the powers that be haven’t invented it yet
It puts you at odds with the world when you shout at people…love me, because the suffering, it hurts
Maybe if I could sing real well, I could sing love me love me say that you love me
Why do I need someone to love me anyways, as if it solves anything wrong with your already flawed character
Maybe I need love because judgement hurts so bad to my rough but gentle soul
Maybe earning respect is all one can ask for
I C E : Ode to Self
few Hearts can fancy dress their
nakedness in icicle Presence
fewer minds will slip into cemetery’s dusk
soul appears, no hectic heady harkening
glancing what is needed or already seeded
Insight measures wisdom, not cerebral chancing
silence answers chaos, no questions
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