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Is freedom given? Is freedom taken?
Should San Andres sit, sit like the beggar?
Beg for freedom, beg to get better,
Or defy the oppressor, and our soul deliver.
Take your freedom, take it now!
For only beggars have no choice,
But we not beggars, we not dumb,
Take your freedom, take it now.
Take your freedom, it will be rough,
Speak it , walk it, sing it loud,
At freedom table, sit and chow,
Take your freedom, make it known.
Take your freedom, take it now!
With prison jail, chain and bars,
Just but few steps, from freedom hall,
Take your freedom, take it all.
Take your freedom, take it all!
Some may say, we will not thrive,
The sea the land blessed, God will provide,
Take your freedom, take it boy!
Take your freedom, take your land!
No more the oppressor, chain our hands,
Nicaragua or Colombia, none we want,
Take your freedom, take it man.
If take not freedom, but candy bars,
Come with offers, low wages brought,
And lies repeated, believe them all,
You’re still slave minded, get freedom y’all.
Take your freedom, and life preserve,
Endure the hardship, with death sentence roam,
Like great Mandela, in South Africa endured,
Take your freedom, free those who’ll come.
Take your freedom, from oppressors hand,
Nicaragua Colombia, distress our land,
Are both slave drivers, from Spain they learned,
Take your freedom, it’s God’s command.
Oh and after all this time I've known you
it never did cross my mind that you could be
the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus
that has opened the door to love now after
all this time whoa and it's OVERPOWERING
so intense and OVERPOWERING...
Oh and in the days to come I know desire
is gonna burn, burn hotter than the summer sun
fire to fire, lover to lover and that's a force
to reckon with kinda like that of Niagara Falls
the San Andres and Mount Saint Helens
all put together oh so intense and oh so
very OVERPOWERING...
Oh and just like lightning and thunder
it is the perfect storm of the heart yes
for the very presence of you is so
electrifying and when we kiss whoa
the sparks fly, well I swear I have never
felt so alive and whoa It's intense and
so damn OVERPOWERING...
Oh and in the days to come I know desire
is gonna burn, burn hotter than the summer
fire to fire, lover to lover and that's a force
to reckon with kinda like that of Niagara Falls
the San Andres and Mount Saint Helens
all put together oh so intense and oh so
very OVERPOWERING...
just like lightning and thunder...
it is the perfect storm of the heart...
oh so intense and oh so, so
OVERPOWERING!
Oh and after all this time I've known you
it never did cross my mind that you could be
the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus
that has opened the door to love now after
all this time whoa and it's OVERPOWERING
so intense and OVERPOWERING...
Oh and in the days to come I know desire
is gonna burn, burn hotter than the summer sun
fire to fire, lover to lover and that's a force
to reckon with kinda like that of Niagara Falls
the San Andres and Mount Saint Helens
all put together oh so intense and oh so
very OVERPOWERING...
Oh and just like lightning and thunder
it is the perfect storm of the heart yes
for the very presence of you is so
electrifying and when we kiss whoa
the sparks fly, well I swear I have never
felt so alive and whoa It's intense and
so damn OVERPOWERING...
Oh and in the days to come I know desire
is gonna burn, burn hotter than the summer
fire to fire, lover to lover and that's a force
to reckon with kinda like that of Niagara Falls
the San Andres and Mount Saint Helens
all put together oh so intense and oh so
very OVERPOWERING...
just like lightning and thunder...
it is the perfect storm of the heart...
oh so intense and oh so, so
OVERPOWERING!
Your little one is on her way
To change your world from night to day
To show you how to laugh and play
Your little one is on her way
Your little one will bring delight
She’ll keep you up all through the night
She'll cry then coo till morning light
Your little one will bring delight
Your little one will bring you joy
You thought at first she’d be a boy
She’ll make her Dad her little toy
Your little one will bring you joy
Your little one will bring you love
She’s sent to you from up above
She'll bring you peace, this Heaven’s Dove
Your little one will bring you love
Your little one is God’s own child
On both of you, heaven has smiled
So teach her to be meek and mild
Your little one is God’s own child
Eileen Manassian
I wrote this poem this morning and read it at a baby shower for Naty Acuna, a good friend of mine from Argentina. Andres, her husband, is the University chaplain and men's dean. Naty is the women's dean. We are blessed to have them at Middle East University. They have come as missionaries. Yes, they will have a baby girl. They will name her Emma. :)
In Andres City where my feet grew up
Ancestral house draped nights mildly beaming,
I retrace childhood with gazes, non-stop
Where pillow fights turned into hushed dreaming.
Strange, most oak trees now ripped by skylines
And the fountains... oh gone for young tugs-of war;
Where siblings rushed on for afternoon pastimes
Till Mom called for dinner through doors, afar.
Sketching the old plaza of teenage fun
My shoes roams, this scene now a memory;
Trimmed with fiestas-- dances I rerun,
Embracing the girl and adult in me.
I look and absorb, for the moon will set
Never exactly as it hangs low tonight...
And though my heart sinks, it will not forget
Each moment which lives within--ever bright!
Contest: Landscapes and Towns Contest
5/2/2017
Your skin glows like the avocado, blossoms talent as the cherry blossom in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your piano voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name, Andres.
The evening ascends in on a great parrot wing.
I am calmed by your soft sweater that I carry into the twilight of starbeams and hold next to my mouth.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of blood.
As my hand falls from your fingers, I am reminded of your smile.
In the hushed, I listen for the last rain of the spring.
My heated brain breathes inside my spirit. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret heart so that we may talk as one, brain to brain, in search of the glorious black sensual bed of love.
Isaac Albéniz's Asturias, Three Versions, Three Instruments
I
By Andres SEGOVIA, guitar, 2006
Man lopes up mast-pole
Man lopes up mast-pole
Man lopes up mast-pole
And finds no maiden fair
Who mimes his Asturian air
II
By Andronicus, piano version
Man bikes up mountain
Man bikes up mountain
Man bikes up mountain
And espies masts far from there
Biscay Basques back with wares rare
III
By Florin Croitoru, violin-solo
Man runs up belfry
Man runs up belfry
Man runs up belfry
To count sinners in every square
Come to keep their bosoms bare
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018