July 2010
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Untitled Musing
Through the whims of a dreamlike state I fix my open eyes onto the ceiling and listen to the brush of my fresh meditation. I find myself being carried over voices and scenarios that play repeatedly inside me. I see old faces of love and paint an image of perfection with the colours of every woman that ever stepped on my heart. I think of poetry and the refuge inwrought within it. I smell its...
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I Confess
If being anti-establishment means opposing the murder of innocent people and exposing the corruption that ties a nation together, then yes I am that. If being unpatriotic means valuing the life of another different to that of mine, then yes I am that too. If being a man means degrading women, using violence as a means of expression and remaining a slave to the cunning elite, then I confess, I am...
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Anthropos
They will kill me one day,
My innocence, of none importance,
My crime, will be bought to the ears of a non-existent jury,
How unjust,
They will kill me one day,
The enigma they carry,
To a man of such simplicity,
To a man of nothing,
Can only be classed as a historical mystery,
They bleed like me,
They cry and hurt like me,
Yet their heart is not like mine,
It seems their soul and spirit is a...
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The True Gift
True talent is not in the final masterpiece but in the perseverance. The true gift is not the born skill, it’s learning humility. The true applause is not from the crowd, but from the soul. True success is not the award, but the courage given to another to face their every single fear.
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Mountains & Motorcycles
Only a few more days
before I traverse again the great hips of this land,
drown my lungs in perfumes sailing from the earth’s breath,
in nameless scents that have yet to fall into words
I perspire something like God at work.
Only a few more days before I ravage the sinuous roads
and drink from the sun’s back,
skating past diamond rice fields that frame a peasants dream,
I let my...