Culture/Society

Hardship Repletion

Members dismember disciples

Who refuse not to refute

Fixture in the psuedo-conscience

Pools of vagrant thought, the root

Fragrance of things dissolute



In the air a smell repugnant

Smelling of a foul mind

Trickling like thick molasses

Moving slowly down the lne

Unsightly things made worse with time



Things like poverse masochists

Subjugated beyond reproach

Proud of these accomplishments

Wear them like an heirloom brooch

Show what your history's poached



Trapping skins and selling furs

Rid them of pesky self-worth

Spook them to perpetual fear

Bid them experience rebirth

Dig their own graves in the earth



In digging graves and dying deaths

Dignity lost and found regret

Happiness left and anger entered

Mania solidified and reason splintered

Positive leaves

Negative reaves

Hope upheaves

And honesty repreives

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Somewhat strict meter... Depends on how you pronounce the words... Most lines have 7 syllables...

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Cripple and Rape Me

Folder: 
2001

I feel stripped bare of my true self by society.

Always demanding, always changing,

There is an unending circle of everlasting propriety

Constantly pushing and pulling.

I've never seemed to fit into anywhere I've been;

Lost in dreams long forgotten;

And in my rejection I seemed to have turned into a sin.

Judged by those who are just like me,

Have they the right to say what I can and cannot do;

Even if they mock me in their own ways;

I can't help but wonder if I'll ever make it through.

I feel others have crippled and raped me;

My own thoughts stolen by force.

But society will never change, they'll never see...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Errrr....Yeah. -_-;

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Black Cat

devil worshiper is what you call me

not only i can question you motive

for there is none

only you question what i believe

i do not question how to live

you do not want to know after all is done



if you got to know

would you know the truth

would you still make me feel so low

we will never know



i know you are not the enemy

maybe if you see what i see

you would not think it is so bad to be a heathen

you could see the beauty inside of me

i wish you could just see that

then a beautiful friendship there would be

only if you could look though the eyes of a black cat



please do not call me what i am not

just think of me as a friend

i think of you as the same

all your fears are just pretend

do not give into to the game

if you give into your doubts of me

it would be such a shame

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DO IT MATTER

DO IT MATTER IF I AM BLACK, WHITE, PURPLE OR BLUE

DO IT MATTER IF I AM A MAN, WOMAN, BOY OR GIRL

I AM QUITE SURE IT DOES NOT MATTER



WE ALL BLEED THE SAME COLOR, RED THAT IS

IN GOD'S EYESIGHT IT DID NOT MATTER TO HIM WHAT OUR SKIN COLOR WOULD BE DID HE



WE ARE ALL DIFFERENT COLOR, SHAPES, SIZE AND PERSONALITY

DO IT MATTER TO YOU IF YOUR HERITAGE WAS RICH AND YOUR ANCESTORS WAS BORN POOR



"DO IT MATTER"



DO IT MATTER TO YOU IF MY CHILDREN WERE MIX.  I AM A WOMAN AND A GOOD WOMAN OF STANDARDS.  MY HUSBAND IS WHITE I AM BLACK TELL ME PEOPLE DO THOSE COLORS MATTER



DO IT MATTER TO YOU IF I WAS A DOCTOR AND YOUR MOTHER IS A LAWYER.  LISTEN UP PEOPLE FIGHT FOR WHAT U THINK IS RIGHT.



A WOMAN OF COLOR

A MAN OF KNOWLEDGE

A CHILD OF WISDOM

PUT IT ALL TOGETHER TO GET UNDERSTANDING



DO IT MATTER



SING THE STAR SPANGLE BANNER AND TELL ME WHAT IT MEANS.  WE ARE ONE NATION THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, UNDER THE LORD OUR GOD WE ARE INDIVIDUAL AS IT CARRIES ON WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL.



"DO IT REALLY MATTER"



LET ME TELL YOU THEN NO IT DON'T MATTER

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I LOVE THIS POEM THIS IS GOING ON NOW

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ONTGINNING





Die heelal is ‘n allemintige lokaal

Wat ek soms soetjies bly betree

Met my twee oë … prismas

Vir die somerwarm son



Kom knipper glans uit opdrifsel en kluit

Laat die begeerte steenlae ontsluit

Koue materie kom met ‘n blote kyk

Tot lewe

Vergange ruimrommel word vonds:



Klippies word skitterend weer jaspis

Topaas smarag en ametis;

Die maan ‘n koelwit pêrel

Geketting teen die oggendstond



Die sterre rol ek in my hand:

Sorteer dit … soek die Diamant

Hier naby en dan weer daar ver

Vind in my hart die Môrester



Ek keer traag na die aarde terug …



Die grys skelet van die gestorwe Duif

Word weer in sy Witveer beklee

Om vry deur Melkweë te vlerk

Stuur saam met my die blou Saffier:



‘n Nuwe Hemelruim



En om my hart die kraalwerk

Van sy opgekropte

Koer




















Author's Notes/Comments: 

Vir DC Juweliers

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FORMULE VIR KLEURFANTASIE

[Ironie n.a.v. die vorming van "fancies" (gekleurde diamante) soos bv. Die Hope-diamant (ontdek 1669, Galconda, Indië), en die Tiffany-diamant  (ontdek 1878, Kimberley, Suid-Afrika)]







Laat hierdie ongeslypte Steen

~ die kosmiese Juweel ~

Jou allermins verveel!



Vir staalblou Hoop

Of Tiffany se skel kanariegeel:

Voeg by 'n enkele atoom

Van stikstof, of van boor

(slegs) 1 miljoen koolstof-atome

~ of 100 duisend, as jy sou wou ~

Om so die suiwer Witkristal

Tot kleurrefleksies om te toor



Definieer hierna die vroulikheid

Van vuur tot ys:

Daar glim 'n goue lewensaar

Onmeetbaar in karaat

Die maan se silwer skittering

Onpeilbaar in sterling



Opwindend 'n eensaam

Hierdie reis:



Raad teen die naderende Koue:

Ver-gevange sterre

(god-ogig geset)

In songoue kloue

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Vir DC Juweliers

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DIATOME

Daar pêrel deur die mikroskoop

Uit watersluiers en koraal

‘n Wêreld wat fasettig vou

Om ‘n kristalverhaal

Etsplaatjies kalsiumkarbonaat

Wat hoop op hoop

Stilweg kontinente bou

(“diamant of dinamiet”, sَ skryf

die Grys Grafiet)



Eeuelank

Soos ses dae



(Terwyl Eva die vrug bly dra)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Vir DC Juweliers as deel van my Juwelereeks, "Evalusie"

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GOUDSMID





Deur louter en deur plet

Word lou allooi

Vurig verwerk

Smeebaar en silwerskoon

Geset





Deur granulasie of sierwerk

Bevestig Hy

Die ryk patroon

Die siel se prikfyn silhoeët



Met eerbied word die Vrou getooi:

Verruklik

Om haar slanke nek

Tienduisend jare

In bestek




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Vir DC Juweliers as deel van my Juweelreeks, "Evalusies"

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Ghosts Have No Tongues

Marionettes dancing blind

wooden eyes can't smile

sealed inside iron lungs

ghosts have no tongues



Visions of the future

Reflecting in shards of glass

Poisoning the mind

Recycling our progress



When you look through the eyes of another,

the natural seems light years away.

Things done before seem so far after.

More of a prophecy than a memory.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

11~26~2001

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