No slave won true freedom by simply asking for it from their oppressors ... slaves won true freedom by suddenlly realizing they weren't slaves in the first place... and that freedom isn't something you earn but something you imbibe.
The sooner u realise the better
This are not just words
Being a slave doesn't mean binded by chains
It can be sin or things of the past
Let's be overcomers
@2023
H2O
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"Paint with paint or paint with words."
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"One can paint with paints. One can paint with words."
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Freedom ain't free
If there's a fee!
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The Solomonic thoughts of revolutionary minds strike like lightning in the rain, and prophetic missives pour from my spirit like God‘s word hit a vein. and I pray that when I pray for you I’m not praying in vain, repetition, from flagrant superstitions provided by world religions in which man gets the glory and Yah is just an opinion.
Excerpt from Sabali.
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You thought you were a source of pressure, when I said you were a source of strength. You didn’t believe me so you made yourself a source of pain.
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Your pain is not my gain!
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"God bring His paints out to paint the night sky."
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"Words are paint on paper."
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Every read makes me rise, Every read makes me wise.
The fact remains, you are the book which I read n revise.
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It's only when we start walking, we realise that journey is indeed more beautiful than what we seek as destination. The fact is that, when it rains, vibrant umbrellas come to rescue. When we slip, holding hands clutch sturdy. When we rise, the fireflies surround to make the win a legacy....... It's all in the journey.
I am glad, I am blessed.... I am walking. I am glad, I am blessed..... Angels surround me.
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"Poets can turn pain into poems."
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p.s. poetry is just life painted in cursive...
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There's no small amount when it comes to giving of yourself. Give what you can, avoid glances of humiliation. Those are malevolent stares of wealthy people that give for gain lacking the joy in generosity.
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If the ethnicity of a race remains pure as God had intended: He would be very pleased.
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Racism is a weapon they use against us.
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“To train the body is to honor the temple that houses the spirit, fortifying it against the storms of life.” ? Aloo Denish Obiero
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Life is a cycle, so just be happy about it because we get to do it again tomorrow.
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Can one be vain and hold onto his riches, assuming they last all eternity? Can one treat people inhumanly and be treated kindly? Make a distinction between the two and ponder deeply!
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Proscenium curtain draws back to reveal a star in her birthday suit who in act I comes out kicking and screaming, sucks in act II, and in the third act she crawls off stage.
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Brain work is so exhausting...no wonder few politicians use them.
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Life can seem hard like diamonds, without a warmth of glitter -- petrifying~ a disappointed heart aged into stone -- but all such griefs will be shattered with time, mended into rainbows. Faith.
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Love is the only truth of which man can be certain.
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Poetry, of deeply beautiful, penetrating nature, is the dear voice of God attempting to reach the freshly showered ears of His wayward children~ though their hearts often remain clogged by wax.
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There's nothing as painful as loving someone who loves you, but not in the way you want them to love you.
By: Innantia Magcanya
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What will have been will be again when
you want it to be.
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If poets fail to move us with their words: they have failed in their quest to cheer us up, or to alleviate our pain, even to console us with their empathy.
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Perhaps we can not express certain experiences using words, but the reader can draw themselves into deeper thoughts from the words to experience it themselves.
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