...the beauty you once were
has decayed, but the desire remains. In the dark, she could be anybody. ...Toffears
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...a young body abducted by the dawn,
where candles fade and roses die. We are one, we are one, we are so... So have we come, so shall we go. (Varanasi) ...Toffears ...exile
unclassified, the Past remains. In the noonday sun, whenever clouds may gather, there is still a glimmer of Right... somewhere... ...Toffears ...callous words carried
a stone's-throw away... only the Guilty will harvest for their friends’ pity. You have made me today’s Headline... How boring must their lives be to be so interested. You have made me today’s Headline, yet, I forgave You have made me today’s Headline. I forgave and you deceived. ...Toffears ...The field you sow with hatred
will reap you nothing more than jealousy and anger. There is no escape. ...Toffears ...I am holding the gun
and I am aiming at your faith. I am at Peace, I hold the Truth... Kowtow to my hate. ...Toffears ...du haut de leur colline,
les Grands regardent les enfants jouer au football. Se souviennent-ils qu'un jour, eux aussi, jouaient à la balle plutôt qu'à la guerre? A man who owns the corners, ruins the world. ...Toffears ...Mack and Gill
were, somehow, deep in love but always fighting. For her birthday, she bought herself something for him. Maybe, one of these evenings, if he was in the mood for giving, she would ware it. ...and so, it wore on, the married and troubled life of Mack and Gill. ...Toffears ...for the night offered me none,
I spoke of refuge and liberation. Would my dark horse turn to white upon the crossing of the river, offering me time to escape? ...Toffears ...my mind,
my one creation, would rise again and not take defeat. I was to escape to the altitudes, I was 'I', and I would not be beat. ...Toffears ...I could name a thousand gifts
other than Life. Yet, it seems you have failed them all. ...Toffears ...there was a figure on the hill
and a tree with purple leaves. Then, there was rain and a silhouette. Then, nothing. I sat there, on the levee, watching, falling into what might have been. ...Toffears ...the frames were hung,
printed paper, memories. Faces, voiceless, whose names were lost but for a likeness from another time, in sepia or black and white. There was a chain in between the pictures and a path we could not see. Slightly torn and damaged, young, as they once were, now gone, forgotten, but for a likeness from another time, in sepia or black and white. These are your ancestors, your history, your DNA. They are part of your culture. ...Toffears |
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