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die briesie van herlewing kom saam met u besoek
daar is 'n hindernis van byna 500 jaar wat ons suiwerheid geskei het
in velkleur, godsdiens en verhoudings
ons is van wortels gekastreer en gevoer met
godsdienstige ywer, gierigheid,
en wrede verkragting van ons voorgeslag
vrees nie die seë wat God stilgemaak het nie
die wind het gedreun van gehuil
of die son kom nooit op vir rus nie
the breeze of revival comes with your visit
there's a barrier of almost 500 years that separated our purity
in skin tone, religion and relations
we've been castrated from roots and fed with
religious zealotry, greed,
and brutal rape of our ancestry
fear not the seas God stilled
the wind muffled from howling
or the sun never rising for rest
For a friend from CT
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...He said: "I believe there is a God.
Something ingenious was most definitely
at play.
But, I've asked some other
reverends, pastors, and ministers,
where are Jesus' bones?
Not one convinced me, which repulsed
my eagerness to fellowship.
We have
dinosaur bones, giant and dwarf bones,
archeologists artifacts and a slew of other
things that prove that these historical events existed
or occurred.
I'm a total believer of proof!
(with a grin on his face)
Can you answer that"?
The other guy paused and prayed
before taking the quiz!
He says: "the miracle is prophecy since the Old Testament.
And the sacrifice of foul offering
became displeasing to the Creator's taste buds.
And, don't forget about Abraham who was willing
to sacrifice his own son when God asked him
to pledge his allegiance... an Initiatory joke
that the creator ante up one
with a pure scarifications and sacrificial lamb;
his own child!
You and I have bones from our parents
meshing. The sperm penetrated the egg.
Mary, a virgin,
impregnated by a message
that she would bear a child.
Without the meshing of two
those bones
left the same way that they arrived... Miraculously
with dominion over hell and a graveyard".
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My heart has accepted every piece of furniture
you have brought in and hoarded, polished and stored,
for show or hidden in the attic of cerebral storage.
Cobwebs draped the entrances I walked through
without wincing, chasing extinguishing light…
gold tarnishing possibilities that I found invaluable.
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adjust the equalizer on a distorted aura
when they hear beauty with their eyes, they will play it again
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reading between lines also comes with fine print
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muse on medication after breast augmentation —
I'm in line after the mirror
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dreams are beings
incarcerated inside of sleep,
and we petition for their freedom as poets.
Close your eyes, build a beautiful world
and bring it back in handcuffs.
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religion expelled from school vouchsafed gunshot attendance
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A breakfast of sunrise,
clear blue sky luncheon,
and a supper of sunset
defeats darkness rising.
Shadows remain behind,
lying down buries their existence.
Total darkness is a cannibal
that feed on lighter shade shadows.
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Breed bigger sun's
and intensify an immaculate rising
Plow the ground for sunray seedlings;
pedals of light breaking ground
to get milk from ultraviolet bosoms,
lactating lessons of rising
and the etiquette of a horizon…
looks like the ocean swallows you,
but the moon follows
reflecting off of a garden of stars;
dreams ripened for harvesting
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