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A Room For Everything

Oooooh...
You were looking away from me
Western skies calling you
Colors spilling, running, dazzling you
I was looking the other way
Voices call from the east
I saw my roots of the trees there, planted at my feet
It could be Im searching
For a place so small
With room for everything
Where worlds on worlds revolve
But how can we wait?
I wouldnt hold you
No, I wouldnt hold you
I wouldnt hold you back
Suppose I was the clever one
And words came easy to me
I could say I was writing a song
About you, you and me
Maybe that verse is yet to be found
But waits inside of me
A secret room, a tangled web
To unweave
It could be Im searching
For a place so small
With room for everything
Where worlds on worlds revolve
But how can we wait
Knowing our way
How can we hold on
Still, you know its not too late
I wouldnt hold you
No, I wouldnt hold you
I wouldnt hold you back
I wouldnt hold you
No, I wouldnt hold you
I wouldnt hold you back
I wouldnt hold you
No, I wouldnt hold you
I wouldnt hold you back
I wouldnt hold you
No, I wouldnt hold you
I wouldnt hold you back

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Time for everything

All things that happens in the world, happens at the time God chooses..The is a time of love, and a time of hate! The is a time of sorrows, and a time of joy! The is a time of war, and a time of peace! The is a time of birth, and a time of death! The is a of planting, and a time of pulling out! The is a time to succeed, and a time to fail! The is a time of finding, and a time of loosing! The is a time of smoothness, and a time of rudeness! The is a time to be fast, and a time to be slow! Everything has its own time to happen dont rush, wait for the time to come! BY K.r mafojane

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First Time For Everything

Since time has begun...
There has been the first time for everything.
The first time for this.
The first time for that.
The first of its kind and color.
The first to arrive.
The first to leave.
The first to be born.
Like Adam and Eve.
Why it was Adam first?
Then Eve?
Even today,
That is difficult for me to perceive...
Since women are the only ones,
We believe conceive!
And trying to understand this,
With comprehension?
I ask myself...
WHY is it that so many are caught up in conflict?
Why is it...
There are those who 'still' exist,
Who can not accept...
Reality?
Even under hypnosis...
Reality for some,
Will not be induced.
No matter if it is screamed,
From a pulpit!
To reduce to something exclusive!
That's how effective,
A conditioning process.
Once that has been done...
Reality for some,
Is as controlled as what they have been told.
And we all know how potent lies are!

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Who Looks For The Sea By Following Its Waves?

Who looks for the sea by following its waves?
Or the sky by following the flights of birds?
Or their mind with their mind?
Who looks for seeing with their eyes?
Dogen Zenji: The place is here. The path leads everywhere.
And that should be the inexhaustible end of it. Freedom.
And all along the river that means
whatever I want it to, my unfinished solitude.
This discrete spiritual protocol between myself and the stars
that don't know how many times they've saved my life
by simply being there to gaze upon, as if in some way
they were so much more cleansing than water
and I could bathe in them to wash off the dust of the world
on any clear night, or, sometimes when you cry
it's the light that pours out, not your tears.

Some memories enter a coma and stay there,
giving you the impression that the past is fixed,
but I know the past is as creatively ongoing as now
and what was isn't the fossilized substance of what is,
by the way it can still sting, bite, caress and grow
into the available dimension of the future,
by how few times I've come here in joy
that wasn't mentored by some diffuse sorrow
that lingered over the lake like a wraith of the drifting mist
that had drowned in it barely an afterlife or two ago.

Always in the background of my heart I feel
this compassionate sadness like the cosmic hiss of creation,
and o how the watersheds of understanding long to be fountains
and exfoliate into flowing diamonds that simply
celebrate the scintillance, without embracing everything
in the mournful tenderness of this space it shares with them
as if in everything I'm aware of, I were always
mourning the passage of flowers. And if not that,
the heretical indignation born of what it appears
we must suffer to be here, without knowing why,
though I struggle most times to suppress that
to make sure the door stays open to any strays
that might wander in like wayward oversights of creative clarity.

There's a sophomoric debate still going on
about whether I'm getting older or not, but alone,
I can feel the weight of this seasoned bell within me
and I ask myself is this the heaviness of the ripening pear
as it bends the branch as well as the light toward earth?
Is that why time approaches me like the night coming on
sweetened with stars, in this second innocence of wonder
before I fall again? Is pain the only intermediary
between our death and our birth and detachment and separation
the only kind of truce or bridge or oxymoron
that could reconcile them even remotely?

So often when I can't see the radiance of the world
I think it's because my eyes are unclean,
that it's my error of perception if the arrow misses the mark,
not any inherent injustice in the way things are,
because who am I to say how it should all be experienced
when I could talk forever without ever knowing
what a thought, an emotion, or a word truly is,
let alone life with all its conditioned chaos
and dissonant harmonies? All these travelling companions
on the same road I am, trying to figure out
whether they're refugees on the run,
or pilgrims without a shrine. And I'm modestly
exalted by my humility when I think like this
until I remember how easy it is to go blind
looking into any source of illumination
watching two serpents copulating like wavelengths
and helical chromosomes. And I turn away
to stay true to the face in the mirror that isn't mine.
I plunge into a black hole, a rite of passage,
and when I come out the other end, even my shadows shine.

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A Time For Everything

Once it seemed there would always be
A time for everything.
Ages passed I knew at last
My life had never been.
Id been missing what time could bring.
Fifty years and Im filled with tears and joys
I never cried.
Burn the wagon and chain the mule.
The past is all denied.
Theres no time for everything.
No time for everything.

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A Time For Everything

There is a time for everything.
For some it comes too soon.
And the appreciation of the everything
is lost like a clouded moon.

For those that receive it later in life
the everything is the prize.
It awakens understanding
and opens up the eyes.

They grasp it fervently
and hold it oh so tight.
The meaningfulness of the everything
will never leave their sight.

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Time For Everything

we all have the time for everything
a time to play and a time to sleep
a time to move and a time to be stiff
a time to cry and a time to laugh
a time to be weak and a time to be tough.

a time to doubt and a time to trust
a time to agree and a time to contrast
a time to be slow and a time to be fast
a time to fade and a time to last.

having twenty four hours a day, we have…
a time to be good and a time to be bad
a time to be mad and a time to be glad
a time to be silent and a time to be loud
a time to be down and a time to be proud

a time to be smart and a time to be dumb
a time to be hurt and a time to be loved
a time to be honest and a time to lie
a time to live and of course a time to die.

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Everything In Its Own Time

Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home
All around the table the white haired men have gathered
Spilling their sons blood like table wine
(spilling their sons blood)
Remember everything I told you
Everything in its own time
The music whispers you in urgency
Hold fast to that languageless connection
A thread of known that was unknown and unseen seen
Dangling from inside the fifth direction
(dangling from inside the fifth direction)
Boys around the table are mapping out their strategies
Kings all of mountains one day dust
A lesson learned a loving God and things in their own time
In nothing more do I trust
We own nothing
Nothing is ours
Not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars
But this poverty is our greatest gift
(nothing is ours)
The weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift
(the weightlessness as things begin to shift)
Remember everything I told you
(remember everything I told you)
Keep it in your heart like a stone
(keep it in your heart like a stone)
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
(when the winds have blown things round)
What was once your pain will be your home
Everything in its own time
Everything in its own time
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh

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Don’t be like Those who Ask for Everything

Don’t be like those who ask for everything:
praise, a blurb, a free ride in my rented
limousine. They ask for everything but never offer
anything in return.
Be like those who can see that my feet ache
from across a crowded room
that a foot rub
if I’m agreeable
never mind the staring
is the best way to smile
& say hello
to me.

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For nothing and nothingness

For nothing and nothingness
My fate struggle with me
And I came to know
Everything is with me.

I asked the bird to come
And the bird not listening
Tear the flag that was
There all day long.

Going to the sea I see myself
In the sky and
The sky was not there
And I know you are not happy
With this
Happiness has got vital
Importance though.

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There's A Place In Hell For Me And My Friends

There is a place
Reserved
For me and my friends
And when we go
We all will go
So you see
I'm never alone
There is a place
With a bit more time
And a few more
Gentler words
And looking back
We will forgive
(We had no choice
We always did)
All that we hope
Is when we go
Our skin
And our blood
And our bones
Don't get in your way
Making you ill
The way they did
When we lived
Oh, there is a place
A place in hell
Reserved
For me and my friends
And if ever I
Just wanted to cry
Then I will
Because I can

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Thanks for Everything

thanks for being there
when i had to go
for all of the comforting words
when i had no comfort to show

thanks for merely your contact
when i was alone
for lending me your spirit
while i drank in my deep sorrow

thanks for everything
you're a dear friend
for all the things you've done
for all the love you've sent

thanks for making me into a liar
for you never did those things
you fed me to the wolves
after cutting off my wings

you left me to die
was that what you sought?
what a friend you are
or at least that's what i thought

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For You And Your Children

My heart beats.
Even as I feel so stuck.
In a goop I walked right through.
I don't know why
Maybe it was to get to the other side.
Maybe it was to still try.
Maybe it was to see if I can touch the sky.
It feel so close.
Yet I'm still not there.
The heavenly ghost.
It is hope.
It is desire.
It is to aspire to a higher calling before the falling.
Empires so murky and grey.
I feel I have become just another prey.
The predator is closing in.
So I must reach.
When necessity comes you can't just deny it.
The gut feeling that everything that was earned with hard work gone.
Another dawn will come.
But not as I have known it.
Something great lost forever.
A million people speaking of their lost lover.
But what if the ability to love dies?
What if the soul wilts away to nothing?
A void
A emptiness
A lust that replaces, and compensates for it.
Ash to Ash
Blow on the rust and watch it turn to dust.
With something new is shown.
Scary is the unknown.
Especially when it could be so horrible.
With a repentance, forgiveness and respect I pray.
Not just for me, but for you and your children.

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For You And I

The world is full of other people (ooh ooh)
take a look around
We're quick to laugh when they've got troubles (ooh ooh)
and we put 'em down
We go
We're not so hot you know
It's like a roller coaster
On a downward motion
On a one way street
We can't control our feet
We're on the road to ruin
Don't know what we're doin'
She may be quiet
She may be shy
But don't you bring her down
Don't pass her by
The world of wisdom behind her eyes
Could answer everything
But you and I
We seem to wander in a daydream (ooh ooh)
We never look around
The world is full of other people (ooh ooh)
and we put 'em down
We go
We're not so hot you know
It's like a roller coaster
On a downward motion
On a one way street
We can't control our feet
We're on the road to ruin
Don't know what we're doin'
She's not beautiful
But don't make it plain
You underestimate
It's not a game
A heart of gold
Behind the drab
Would comfort anyone
But you and I
Should try to see it from the other side (oooh)
We'll get a shock
It could surprise you
The world is full of other people (ooh ooh)
take a look around
We set the pace while others listen (ooh ooh)
never make a sound
The rain must fall
But we can change
Our understanding
will remain
So take a moment
To wonder why
The world keeps turning
For you and I

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Paper Heart

I have a paper heart;
it was made with special care
Crafted from a forge,
where a child’s dreams are stored
It was growing from a garden,
were fairytales are pardoned
Were magic is discounted,
to those adults not tax deducted

It was found by chance on an ashen street
Where it was trampled upon by broken feet
A lonely passenger thrown down to malaise
To a sophist whims down a public orphanage

I picked it up, and felt the belly of flame
Which smudge and grim could not drain
Brushed its bruises, and gave its rips kisses
No wounds could impair its ivory strings

On a screaming city street,
I was deaf to joy’s delight
Amid onslaught of the engines, roar
I smiled in a vacuum store
Among friezes of steel faces,
I turned inside a little aria
For in my palm glory sang,
in a little square, of ivory mead

Walking with a purpose towards my sardine palace
Through the pavilion of harlequins on open display
I was burning through the winter with a tropical ticket
That was perched in my pocket to my private highway

The journey on this day was forwarded with reward
Aloof to the rotten smiles which recoil my brittle cord
For I was swept upon a stream, in a bed of waking thoughts
By influence of a cotton reed, a tiny manufactured seed

Nothing is elusive pass its special contents
Light as a feather, it’s weight is greater than gold
From the legend of San Lorenz down the sands of Timbuktu
For true fortune is a crop, that is unintentionally dropped

With expert circumspection it was tested for refitting
I stitched it with a resin wise to those with broken hearts
Who have dug deep inside the bottom of miseries endless trenches
With a formula called compassion that expunges all battlefields

Folded and remodel it became a maestros child
That I chaperoned as a ward to life’s imperfect grand design
To conceive of an ideal and raise above its adolescents
When glued into place it redeems me like a flood of wine upon the Thames

Its contents are invested within the actions of redemption
Fills up a cup to make it full, and stretches’ joy inside my world
Fits comfortably in my palm and gives me warmth as in a blanket
Against the blizzard’s of Monday’s wrestles morning storms

On the bus I need no partner
For my crinkled heart is my motor
When my tongue is babble Babel
My snow pretzel keeps me stable

And while a servant to decorum
I look for guidance in my scribble
While captive to a tailor’s warden
I find rebellion within my special prism

There is no grey matter, compact with faith everyday
Where my paper heart stands with its silent warm rays
Back peddling the bellicose and quicksand of misery
The unmarked tears we all scream, but can’t afford to say

Wherever I’m bounded hope spring the pipers sway
From a little souvenir, that will always guide my way
In a human caged zoo, the boutique market dens
Or the zigrats of traffic parks, the raucous of pensive shells

Forever it casts a hallo inside my varnished mind
Bright with fortune, it could be, a merry stolen crime
For marked is a fact that my paper heart is a second sun
That will not forfeit, or surrender, to the dusk and start to run

It Fill’s up a parlour, with some golden amber
That elevates the mood, from restless slumber
It travel’s like a star, with a silver vapour trail
That passes on my brow, with incandescent hail

It changes with the seasons, it hyperventilates a rainbow
Near a river it is coral, and in a meadow it kisses indigo
Put it near the suns eye, it will bask in rouge delights
And bathes in the afterglow, of ebony in a catacomb

For in truth this vanilla spectre, Is my furtive golden treasure
That is bounded as an anchor, for my aptitude for Bacchus leisure
Adding credit that is leverage for moments of stolen pleasure
To continue unbounded against the grind of Atlas pressure


And If you love me madly (enough to climb inside the sun)
And contract sunburn that marks a caramelized kiss
I will give you this little prize, which has always been my surprise
For once you have the paper heart; my armour has been broken down

For everything inside its form, is every beauty that goes ignored
Of icicles on rooftop ledge, and streams of pools were eddies form
Of Marigolds in summers lore, and sycamores in autumns song
For in truth there are no secrets for life is naked to simply being.

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Vet My Day

A-plus!
B-plus!
C-plus!
Vet my day;
For, everything has its own price on this earth.

Midnight's voice!
Brave in your court;
And like the dream i had last night,
However, everything on this earth has a price.

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A Flower For Love And Painting

i am the flower
which dreamt to be..
a sparrow
to see herself
when she dreamt..
to be a sparrow
crossing the time
and the place
to prevent her dream
of being..
a sparrow
and be a flower
deams of nothing
but being a flower
for love..
and painting.

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Freedom For You And Me

Freedom for you and me

Is an unattainable feeling to flee

From the World itself.

It is a dream to be

In a world of total glee.

Some times freedom has two wings

Both pulling towards left and right differently.

It has the colour of many rings

That surround the Saturn of life coherently.

Freedom is an Utopia

As we we cannot flee to any place at one go.

It is more than a bubble`s Nostalgia

As you and I flee into ourselves at a go

Within the Titan surrounding the Saturn.

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Its Too Hot For Words

Its too hot for words
Why bother with conversation
Dont lets talk or even walk
If you want to make love, okay
Its too hot for words
Theres nothing like relaxation
Cant ignore this temperature
But if you want to make love, okay
Lets find a cozy nook
Beside a babbling brook
Lets find a shady tree
Let the love birds talk for you and me
Cause its much too hot for words
Why bother with conversation
Goodness knows my heart disclose
All it dares to say
All it cares to say
Its too hot for words

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No Peace For You And Me

what are we fighting for
peace is not real
we are always at war
because nobody will yeild
a war on terrorism
a war on drugs
a war on orientaion
and a war on crime
degredattion will not yeild
even with communication
theres no such thing as peace
dont let them lie to you
peace of mind
peace of heart
nomatter who you are
we will never know peace
we yearn for its embrace
we yearn for its grace
but dont let them lie to you
they draw a line between human
and animal
the way we act
the way we think
if its not to expectations
we get drugged by law
we fight for a freedom
that we will never see
why do we fight
why do we die
hate is the answer
hate is the key
its hate that we see
not love for you and me
there is no peace

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