The language of love requires no translation,
The language of trust needs no explanation,
The language of honesty needs no interpretation,
The language of wisdom requires no noise,
The language of kindness requires no words.
There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky,
She killed the pigeons of peace and security,
She has taken honesty and confidence from nations and men,
She is hunting the lonely heron of liberty.
She loads the arts with nonsense, she is very cunning
Science with dreams and the state with powers to catch them at last.
Nothing will escape her at last, flying nor running.
This is the hawk that picks out the star's eyes.
This is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan;
The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things.
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Destruction in the name of the Arts,
Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.
Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels
Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,
For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.
Great Sultan, how wise are thy state compositions!
And oh, above all, I admire that Decree,
In which thou command'st, that all she politicians
Shall forthwith be strangled and cast in the sea.
'Tis my fortune to know a lean Benthamite spinster --
A maid, who her faith in old Jeremy puts;
Who talks, with a lisp, of the "last new Westminster,"
And hopes you're delighted with "Mill upon Gluts";
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O WHAT has made that sudden noise?
What on the threshold stands?
It never crossed the sea because
John Bull and the sea are friends;
But this is not the old sea
Nor this the old seashore.
What gave that roar of mockery,
That roar in the sea's roar?
The ghost of Roger Casement
Is beating on the door.
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I am the whisper in the windowpane,
a shimmer where the raindrops stain.
I hold no weight,I cast no shade,
yet still,I shape the light you wade.
You see straight through,but not quite past
--
a truth too fragile,never asked.
No mask to wear,no lie to mend,
just silence I refuse to bend.
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Destruction in the name of the Arts,
Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.
Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels
Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,
For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.
I tell jokes, but I tell them slant.
Laughter sheds light on the darkness of my candor.
Amusement frees the weight off of my afflictions.
Smiles accompany the loneliness of my sincerity.
I tell the truth, but I tell it slant.
Friday 5 July 2024
i’ve been quiet, i’ve been keeping
all these thoughts i can’t explain
there’s a part of me i’m losing
and i know it’s not your blame
but i wake up in the morning
with a weight that’s all my own
guess i’m good at making messes
and pretending i’m alone
it’s the way you say my name like it’s the only one you know
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I got to be honest to my Father
And when I pray to my father
I have to ask my father
To give me health and peace
Because I have poor health
And also I am not looking after my health
I am letting my health going down hill
I Know I am not allowed to have sugar in my diet
Put I have constant craving for sugar
It is hard for me to live without sugar
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