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The Meaning of the One - Part I

Such a weight, these boulders of depression.
Carrying them has become a useless, sad obsession...
A way to define the core of self, the Inner Being
Only talk of lightening the load, no thought of ever freeing...

A soul's place is through the void, to be preserved forever in ice, 
Ice of Blue hues and Nothings - so nothing to avoid.

Grey grit mixes with the mist of time expired. Dirty memories.
Several generations based on the same pattern.
Reproduced but not rewired.

Currents lost in cul de sacs and weeping men in doorways,
Bottled laughter auctioned off then vapourised by sun's rays.

Tell me this, TELL me the story -
is man aglow, or does he bask in God's Glory?
The wonderings and whisperings of those who need to blend.
No-one can figure out who is foe and who is friend.

Hearts breaking with audible cracks while demon's chew on pain,
keeping anger as their snacks.
Leaching colour from the world around.
Searching till every weakness is found - preying on insecurities and lust
till the last bones are but powder and dust.

Endless Grey is all I see.
Even my shadow has departed from me;
But I stand straight and hold myselt tall -
never moving in case I should fall.
Don't look left, and don't look right lest fear attacks your need for flight.

Loose the soul, cut silver threads for Divinity swings low.
Don't end the game before it's begun, take care to walk it slow...

Walk it slow for those who lag behind and fast for those who run.

Every searching till you find...

The Meaning of The One.

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The Meaning of the One - Part Ii

Seven pages, blank and white.
Not committing till judged as right,
Evolution measured in words and bound with cryptic yellow cords.

See the sun burn ashes first, to slake the serpent's endless thirst...

The Meaning of The One, Oh Yes, has aeons long been gone, suppressed;
and passed through time as glittered belt
studded with every hurt e'er felt.

So tears, they hang like diamonds down.
Disguised confusion marked as frown.

Oh save me from this endless night - Don't bond with WAX to give me flight.
Just let me go and set me free.

Abandon fear of being me.

Sweet somethings hidden in the dark, protected by ferocious bark of dogs made into lions.

Will the sunbeams dance together?

In this stitch that runs forever, will a way out e'er be found?

Ah, Lord.  Why if I am free, does it feel like I am bound?

Cut the double stitch, let loose -
that I may fly on winds of truth.

Save me from myself. 

And words, they move like dancers through this night of unknown choice.
Mouths sealed tight forever but soul-windows give them voice.

Only vestiges remain of what once was Universal...

And our hearts are black with sins for which there can be no reversal.

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My Children

I've had four lives that grew inside
that darkest inner place, gently.
But only three of those survived
to live, and feel, and breathe with me.
Only two beyond three days
Did carry on the endless fight,
and of those only one retains
the gift of precious, perfect sight.

Each gift special, birthed by me
though only two and four are here.
One and three have long since gone
to places where there is no fear.

And in my heart there drips a wound
of agony to never heal,
as I remember living pain
that dying children never feel.

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Death of An Addict

I cried a river of tears
and got washed away by the flood.
I fought to save myself,
I even paid the price in blood.

But here I sit in an empty room -
I'm praying someone will come round soon,
'cause I'm losing myself in this haze -
I don't think daylight will touch my face.

The world's gone grey
I'm fading fast,
Pictures flash by -
All my past

I wanna cry
But I can't see
Someone, Anyone
Please help me

My legs won't work
And I can't stand
Mom, I need you
Please hold my hand

I'm so cold,
Don't wanna die
I've spent my whole life
living a lie

Now sudden quiet,
Nothing here
Lost in a void
Alone with fear

Then I feel tears
like gentle rain
And someone softly 
sobs my name....

Goodbye...

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'sheep' Is General

Sheep is general, as a term
cliched by constant use.
One wonders why the name is used 
as a form of soft abuse.
There's nothing wrong with sheep as such,
they're just not very bright -
But who knows, really, what goes through
their minds when they wake to the light?

Perhaps for sheep it's really rude
not to do as others do.
To be a model citizen means
just NOT being YOU!
Perhaps they've synchronized their thoughts,
and operate as one
An Organism alive in thoughts
on auto, as they seek the sun.

Just maybe, sheep aren't as they seem
to us, who eat their flesh.
With less attention to our bodies,
perhaps OUR minds would mesh.
For physical, as most we are,
our bodies mean a lot -
If we went auto, just like sheep
Would WE care if we're lunch, or not?

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Twisted - Version 1

I'm sitting here with nothing to do
but occupy my mind with strange, disturbing thoughts -
that twist and change their shape
in a most alarming way.
It often happens that my thoughts overtake me
and I get lost in the mazes they have wrought -
have tunneled through my brain, day by day.

Shall I sit down in a corner, and hide there forever,
Listening to the echo of my screams?
Day after day, Life after Life,
as my soul cries and bleeds

And painful reality shatters my dreams.

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Tribal

Tribal beauties, all lined up,
eyes cast to the ground.
Young breasts bare and feet not shod.
Only natural beauty found.

The Zulu prince walks back and forth,
perusing for a bride;
While hopeful father's look on, tense,
Each displaying their loin's pride.

One of these will be a Queen,
Birth a Nation's next proud Chief.
With result, a father can live on....
Mortality's Relief.

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Jimmy and I - Still Working On Chorus - Blues

I once robbed a bank so I could get high,
Yeah I stole all their money, I wanted to fly.
Now I'm sitting in jail, wondering why...

But I made a new best friend, Jimmy's just like me
and we're gonna bust outta this prison so we can be free -
and the first thing we're gonna try, yeah we gonna get high.

CHORUS (in progress)

Well we broke out and we partied, now the stuff's all gone,
but we got a great new plan we're working on while singing this song...
Yeah we're gonna rob a bank and get high
Jimmy and I.

Sitting In jail, back again,
How could we fail, Jimmy my friend?
Well, we left in such a hurry we forgot to take the money
had to go back again

CHORUS (in progress)

Now the moral of the story is that you shouldn't get high
'cause if you don't get started you won't be tempted to try
something so stupid that'll land you in the slammer like Jimmy and I.

No, you don't wanna be in the slammer like Jimmy and I.

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Rainbow Africa

VERSE 1

Everybody in the streets is dancing to Africa music,
Everybody smiling, laughing.  Live their dream because they choose it.
Come on people, celebrate.  Celebrate our Nation.
Let's all be equals now.  No more emancipation.

CHORUS
Come on Africa, Rainbow Children,
You're Africa's life-blood pumping.
Africa Rainbow Children,
Mama Africa always jumping.

VERSE 2

Reach out and help your brothers.
Takew care of fathers and mothers.
Dry the tears on others' cheeks,
Give love to all who seek it.

CHORUS

VERSE 3

Come on Africa, show your joy
to the world's girls and boys.
Mama Africa, spread your love.
Give thanks to God above.

CHORUS x 4

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Relapse Regrets

Disappointment coats my dreams, 
like blight destroys a bloom.
Good intentions grow obscene
do push me to my doom.

Everyone has demons,
some shackled, some are caged;
but I've been cursed with free ones 
that would burn me with their rage.

The demon canc'rous grown in me
digs deep his torturous claws -
so the only way I can break free 
is to pass through Death's dark doors.
Yet Life I crave, and Love's pure light -
my soul's desire: free.
Sad battered, bruised but still I fight 
with all I have in me.

And though my soul's disfigured
and weighed down with ugly sin;
Jesus made a blind man see -
and Faith will help me win.