What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
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Love is the bedrock of connections,
In relationships, its power beyond compare.
The bond unites, the tie binds.
Illustrious bonds, all weaving hearts' affections,
Tender moments whispered, love's symphony rare,
Luminous smiles exchanged, hearts and minds.
Timeless affection weaves love's intricate intersections,
Longing's embrace, a journey beyond despair,
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Amidst love's journey, conflicts always arise.
Tackling trials, growth coherently becomes evident.
Within struggles, our radiance shines through.
Through understanding, we live with ease.
We mend; wounds heal, strength apparent.
A journey together, imperfect yet true.
With benevolent words and no malice,
And an act of forgiveness inherent,
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We have enslaved lightning
And thunder’s roar, defeat it admits
We have survived death’s pain
And create life with wits
For some, life is a prison
Yet they reach for freedom through the slits
Us on this beautiful rock
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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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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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Time marches on, through dusk and dawn.
Time marches on, through silence and song.
Time marches on, unmoved by pleasure and pain.
Time marches on, unmoved by grief and glory.
Time marches on, past valor and vanity.
Time marches on, past fame and fall.
Time marches on, beyond triumph and tragedy.
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NEW WAVE ASCENDS
Workers waul at leaders sold
who rush to airports cold
in hospitals wan women wallow
tattered children nothing to swallow
ideals trickling through untilled soil
will dreams and intentions expire
before patient arthritic grandmothers tire
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