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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They say, blood runs through the veins. In my case it is ink.
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"My mother is the strongest human I know and her blood runs through my veins. It pumps through my veins, hot as the lava that spills forth in Hell. She is formidable and she is in ...me. Always. This is at once both frightening and liberating. I know no other love like this - it is all consuming, feral, exhilarating wild. She says, one day I will meet my match. I asked her, who will that be? She responded, You will know. I wonder. Will it be my lover, or my child?"
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"My mother is the strongest human I know and her blood runs through my veins. It pumps through my veins, hot as the lava that spills forth in Hell. She is formidable and she is in ...me. Always. This is at once both frightening and liberating. I know no other love like this - it is all consuming, feral, exhilarating wild. She says, one day I will meet my match. I asked her, who will that be? She responded, You will know. I wonder. Will it be my lover, or my child?"
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Why I write is in the same vein as why a fisherman fishes. To have a hobby, an interest and a spot on the pier with all my other peers. To be on the water's edge enjoying the ambience, aesthetics, auxiliaries of nature and humanity. And from time to time to cast a thrill, dip my feet and see my reflection. To me that is enjoyable. And in the frame of my eyes, and hopes that is what I want to take home
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" Come on now, people have had it far worse than you" Her words cut right through me. Penetrating sharply through my skin, ripping through my veins. Puncturing my heart and tearing my soul. She detected my wounds, lacerating her way through my pain. Exposing deeper, bloody grazes. Bleeding, delayed healing.
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Facebook, it's free cus it's brain free, vein and empty, empty like the cows arse it fell out off. Splat Facebook is shat.
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we fight the regime not because we terrorist but patriots of the state who just can not seat allow the regime corrupt the system putting our efforts to vein
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Deep notion runs through the veins of the writer but its curiosity that makes him pick up the pen, it's the feeling of FREE.
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You nailed the thinnest vein in heart, you already knew stillness of blood in it.
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I'm a poet whose ink flows like blood through the veins attached to my heart......
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