How Great Thou Art

How   great    thou    art

that is so unreachable

with  miserly   pockets..

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family ties

womanhood

are  the   glue

to  family  ties..

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no tears

tears

are not important

the road ahead is..

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dust

dust

cannot be cleared

with forceful sweeps..

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an ant

man, like an ant is but a creature

of the earth’s crust.

why do we need to feel so  great?

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sing love

sing love

as you walk down

the  road  of  hate

love

keeps hate at bay..

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hatred

if hatred

does not exist,

the quest for love

won’t sustain.

if all men are clean,

god then becomes

a redundant entity..

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first song

you are the first song

whose melody I hear

and the first joy

that peeks through

my window pane

gently nudging me up

from slumber

to a promising tomorrow..

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my perfect wife

my perfect wife

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shares my day with me

lives my dreams with me

plans a future with me

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but at night

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my perfect wife

sleeps alone..

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if you go

if you go

I will choke

not only on one tear

but umpteen streams of memories

that silts the only vision

I know..

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sparrows wing

a vision

a dream

a dawn of a new flight

firmament of past

now clears

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I awoke

to the daut

of sparrows wing

blushing

my skin

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I stood

I lunge

I propelled

imitating the bird

I leapt in vain

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a vision

a dream

a dawn of a new flight

on sparrows wing

you lifted me..

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choppy

no longer

am I amused with

those choppy waters

flooding my nostrils

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I turned

and there you were

noticing me

overcoming the spill

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no longer

is it a secret

about my welling

depleting strength

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I turned

and it is always you

bucking the spill

thus easing my chest

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what can I not tell you

what can I not tell you

when only you know

what lies ahead of us

are sparkles gleaming in our eyes

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what can I not tell you

when only you can feel

those wonders are not lies

and little taints fade as we brazen

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what can I not tell you

when only you can hear

the truth behind all the lies

and joy mars worries as we calm..

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bed

we gather our thoughts

on the warmth of our bed

knowing that our future

floats in comfort

with our dreams..

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summer wind

summer wind

you are like

a deer in the mist

sweet taste on my lips

the mountain is ours

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eastern songs

we hear

eastern songs

ringing in our heart

every time

we are close

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we hear our spirit

soaring

to the beat of

eastern drums

of our ancestors

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and paced ourselves

to its crescendo

peaking with the flow

till our eastern veins

equate our touch..

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pharaoh’s grip

I dream a dream

untainted by the fouls

of man

that I could camel in the heat

without being tormented

by man

nor scorned at seeking refuge

under the olive tree

by man

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I dream I knelt

and pray for the breath

of God

to fluff me away

from the pharaohs’ grip

by God

and away from the pyramids

which held no grain

of God

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and let go completely..

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God not Men

the      fortress     of      Men

no longer enclave my soul

for I  have given  it  to  God

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God    not    Men

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the     enemies     of     Men

no longer shield  the gates

for   I  enter   through   God

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God    not    Men

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God not Vatican

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God    not    Men

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poisoned arrows

those darts and zips

those deliberate gold lines

that do no purpose

but rail your couture

sexay skin hugger

uncannily unzip

my little boy thoughts

darting my curiosity

over your AAA+ boday

carelessly breaking

my single lane

overextended bulge zip

into a double track

two rail circus

linking all those

of my same specie

who were there

darting beside me

into a catastrophic

erupting

volcanic range..

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poisoned arrows..

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ambivalence

ambivalence   loses

more friends than a

body full of  disease..

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nectar from heaven

in   the    middle   where   I   sat

within  the   dark   surround   of

your      curvaceous       contour

the     melody     of     your     life

hums  in  my  ears   fashioning

all  that  is   bitter   into    sweet

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as I gazed up  that  sound hole

I   saw   your   slender   fingers

motioning   in  longing   fluidity

gesturing  on  the  strings  that

connects   your  inner  soul   to

my    languid     passive    heart

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with  you   I  am  harnessed  by

the  tresses  of  your    mastery

hoisting  me  into  your  corona

of             endless            beauty

freeing    me    from    the   yoke

that       once      enslave       me

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with    you     I     found     nectar

flowing   down    from    heaven

and  the   melody  of   your   life

interpreted  through  your  grip

gushes in between the  strings

finally filling up the sound hole..

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a nobody

I

I am

I am a

I am a nobody

I am a nobody wanting

I am a nobody wanting to

I am a nobody wanting to be

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody in

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody in your

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody in your life

III

III

III

cos I found hope with you

I found hope with you

found hope with you

hope with you

with you

you

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Pease Porridge Hot

Piss in the pot

Please aim and hold

Please aim it in the pot

At nine, I was told

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So aim I did, a putting shot

The wind it blew too bold

I wince and jerk, it bent then jolt

Nine days scold..

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comatose

I chose

to comatose

with an overdose

of prose

and so I pose

my nose

real close

to my rose

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I suppose

we men are those

queer animals with a hose

that rose

like full-grown varicose

when juxtaposed

to their rose..

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lines

the   world   was    ok

until      man      came

and started  drawing

lines   on    the    floor..

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why

why

do I marry a woman

who never took care

of my heart?

why

do I keep an anxious lover

hidden inside the darkroom

knowing that her pigments

will soon fade

without light?

why

do I not feel the need

to feed the hunger of the self-righteous

who wrestles in territorial disputes not of their own

when our god of love knows no boundaries?

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trauma

images

of pain

keep recurring

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bandages

from wounds

keep opening

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a youth

of promise

went crumbling

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I found

my dreams

dissipating

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a lens

so tiny

keep flashing

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a trauma

a weeping

a stealing..

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no friends

no greeting

all lashing

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my heart

once boisterous

went crumbling..

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remain

we remain

forever close in the distance

of our own world

sharing the nearness

spaced by comforts

of our own choosing

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we remain

a picture reflected in the lights

of our own breath

sharing the elusiveness

within the aches

of our tired heart

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we remain

a grail

of our own heart

yet spaced in between heaven

and the tips of our finger

is a safe embrace that calls us

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to remain..

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hey diddle diddle

hey diddle diddle

I pat as I fiddle

my urge jumped over the moon

my little wurst laughed to seek such spot

but my dish shrieked away like cartoon..

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BIG LIPS

nite! nite!

sleep tight!

don’t let those BIG LIPS

mosquitoes bite!

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and if they did

I might! I might!

blow up those BIG LIPS

with dynamite!

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