“conjoined with the whole
we play our life role
exuding a scent
granting love consent” Unseeking Seeker
•
“Love waits not for granting of consent
from anybody, anything, any action or role. Love is not conjoined or disjointed. Love Itself is each role & every scent, creating both as meant. Love is p u r e A w A r e N e sS”. Poet
•
CUDDLE OR HUDDLE
SHINY BUBBLES
......
I Quit, Yeah I said it
Wow, it feel good to finally be free
To be free of been stuck in a pot,
You just know how to get in
but you don't know how to get out
I Quit, Fine..
Call me a quitter
Hate me
Tell me am a loser and will never get a life
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{ emo music inspired poem }
ELEPHANT WOMAN
She is Elephant Woman
you cannot hide from her
in houses of brick or glass or
lined velvet curtains
whether it sits on Signal Hill
or in Newlands bourgeois class
......
it took me a while,
to realize that i will be free when
an aborigines or a native tribe
accept me
to live with them as long as they permit,
i will bring with me nothing
from other worlds,
no alexa and alexis,
no bribes, and extremes vibes.
no wit and no civilized outfit.
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It is not the body
that withers with time,
but the spirit within,
no longer stirred
by the simple joy of life.
Man dies not once,
but twice—
first in the body,
and then in memory,
......
“conjoined with the whole
we play our life role
exuding a scent
granting love consent” Unseeking Seeker
•
“Love waits not for granting of consent
from anybody, anything, any action or role. Love is not conjoined or disjointed. Love Itself is each role & every scent, creating both as meant. Love is p u r e A w A r e N e sS”. Poet
•
CUDDLE OR HUDDLE
SHINY BUBBLES
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PAINTBRUSH
Fingertips the bristles of a
pagan paintbrush
painting a Tree of Life
on pacified cheekbones
instead of in liver
from whence it sprung
now it burns to feed
HeartSpace with witty
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{ Quest : “ We have set out on a quest for true humanity and somewhere on the distant horizon we can see the glittering prize”- Steve Biko }
EXISTENTIALISM
And there pigeon lay
blood dripping from feathers
glazed eyes wounded
a passerby filed passed
an angry little boy kicked
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