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"I'm going to be more acitve and be a part of the next 100-years" - Uncle CWritten on the back of a bathroom stall at the ANC's centenary celebrations.

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"Janee, hierdie constitution staan nou in hul pad om verder korup te wees" - Scrawled on mirror at Steve Hofmeyers privy.

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"If you want an 'African solution', start your own volkstaat. The South African solution, involves people of all races and colours." - Sinudeity

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We respect the office of the presidency.We just dont respect the idiot sitting in that office.

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African solutions to African problems. Have a talk, and shake each others hands for having a talk, even though it changes nothing. - Sinudeity

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This week, Malema (leader of the ANCYL) demanded that Anglo-Gold give them 60% of their company. Here is their response:

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Im from Cape Town, and I was wondering...Whats a pothole? - Sinudeity on Potholes

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Democracy dont work in Africa. All 'liberation' brought us is elections. Real Democracy means that the ruling party will act responsibly and transparent. - Written above the urinal at an election station, signed by Chris

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Free is having a choice, in reading this. Or not.Not free, is someone telling me, I cant read this.

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Which will cause JZ to lose more sleep?Service delivery or one month docked pay?

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Tired, frantic and exhausted as I put my camera awayScanning through the photos, and essays that I wrote that dayIn house protests and riots, internal elections, and electioneeringHunger, desperation, black and white topics and action shotsRacial profiling, vote rigging, xenophobia and childbearingAnd a single picture of a pretty girl smilingI stop and stare, forgetting about the imagined, self

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Jou hand skuur rakelings en skamerig verbymy arm soos wat jy my aandag probeer krymiskien net n excuse om te kan vat en signals stuuren vashou en giggel terwyl jy smile vir myLekkerder as n vol trein en n mooi meisiewat se jammer vir haar parfuum wat bly by mysoos skaduwees wat altyd onder bome blyis dit net jy, dit is net jy, net jySoos n bottel Coke my dors lusen n Styvesant my eetlus blusons

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"I want to phone dad but dont know his cellphone number.""Robbers came into the house and daddy was badly hurt, so hurt that he went to heaven and won't come back.""Can I pray-phone daddy?""I hope you're happy, Daddy, and that you're nice and warm.""Is daddy is also in my heart like Jesus is?"Im sorry for how messed up our country is Dirk. Im sorry you had to lose your dad due to senseless

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Let no action that you take, in any way, negatively affect anyone else. But do whatever you can, every day, to positively affect someone else.

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"You talk of economic freedom, yet you celebrate swapping servitude to the west to servitude to the east. Thats not freedom China" - Seen on the wall of Ian McIntish's bog.

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"Under the colour of our skin we're all people and I also get angry about poor service delivery. Beneath my uniform I'm also a person with a passion for life and people" - On door of an informal toilet in Boipaton. In honor of officer Peter Smit

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Ingredients 8 Tea BagsIce CubesLemon SlicesWaterFine Sugar Method In a large saucepan, bring 4 cups of cold water to a boil Remove water from heat and add tea bags. Cover and let it stand 5 minutes Remove tea bags and pour the water into a pitcher Add 4 cups of cold water to the pitcher and stir Add sugar and lemon according to taste Add ice cubes and stir well Ice Tea is

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"Poor whites have themselves to blame, and poor blacks have whites to blame" - Bathroom wall at Malema's Sandton pad.

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"Thank God Im a white man." - Pandor bathroom

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'Do you want a dude with skills, or do you want a R200 billion bailout bill' - Bathroom at Eskoms main office

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'Put merit first means, we will not employ corrupt and incompetent AA, cadre deployed tenderepreneurs' - Back of toilet door at Zilles bathroom

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'Fighting for the soul of South Africa' - Bathroom of Desmond Tutu

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Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my positionSuch a heavy burden now to be, the oneBorn to bear and bring to all the details of our ending,To write it down for all the world to see.But I forgot my penShit the bed againTypical - Lyrics by Tool

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Feels like God cast you asideShattered your heart on rocksAs you did mineFine, Im selfishly laughingNot the kind to retaliateBut damn, you deserved itHaving your heart smashed to pieces

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Jesus as you throw me on the rocksFor love, I left your sideFor I believed in love and beauty's wealthWhere heaven shines from your eyes - Lyrics by Pilate

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Sweetheart, you know that I don't blame youHow can I when I know the pain you hide?And I'm sorryCan you forgive me?I wish that I was stronger but I triedAnd even though I know I should really be letting go.Somehow Yeah somehowI just keep holding on - Lyrics by Sophia

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I Walk the once tarred road, uphill and dry hillsAfrican sun in my eyes, facing the dry African windA nameless victim of nameless attackersA confused, maladjusted white AfricanAlways easier to leave, then to be left behindThose that flee the rampant rape and crime,from self-obsessed token 'eddicated' freedom fighterswho jump on BEE bandwagons and our esteemedthieving, raping presidentsa human who

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No idea who took the foto, or who defaced the poster of Zuma.But I like it :)

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I love, as best as my flawd soul is capable.Truly I do!Also, I wish to find a placewhere my cognative abilities have no limits.A mad man groaning and churningDroolingPiercing my brain to killthe logicalnessThe rulesGiven tools, cognitive moodsConforming to viewsonly considered from one perspectiveI draw over and overOn the pen ink stained wallsPainted with theoremsexplained to an unblemished

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For the first time, Rwandan and Congolese, Tutsi and Hutu areworking together to begin the long road of ethnic reconciliation

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Everybody asks me how she's doingHas she really lost her mind?I said, I couldn't tell you I've lost mine - Dave Matthews[Image taken from Ali Cavanaugh]

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Ubuntu (uːˈbuːntuː in English, [ùɓúntú] in Zulu) - Is the name given to the process in which African 'leaders', exploit the people, and build their empires on the backs of the poor. Used to describe the process in which one covers up corruption. Typically, used in the following Setence :"I am rich, because I stole with impunity from the country Im supposed to govern. Ubuntu!" Corrupt Politicians

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"He who will have government of the Great CapeWill be led to take actionThe twelve red ones will come to spoil the coverUnder murder, murder will come to be done" - Century 4 Quatrain 11The ungovernable masses postulatethe meaning of the important thingswhich unfortunately, they consider thingsAs family values are torn apartThe freedom fighters only realizing too late A tyrant disguised with an

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"God I want to dream again, take me where Ive never beenI want to go there, this time Im not scaredNow I am unbreakable, its unmistakableNo one can touch me, no one can stop me" - Fireflight

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Unleashed a midnight lit torch fight of literary proportionsOf orphans and flash bombs and insane massesBaying for my blood, as if I could bring deliveranceif my throat was slit, and I drop my blood bit by bitLeading the crowd through the painted streetsto remind us we are already dead insideInciting the crowd against me, for your sinsof appeasement, to somehow feel better aboutyour state and

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The Singing Butler - Jack Vettriano"You twist and whisper the wrong nameI don't care nor do my earsTwist yourself around meI need company I need human heatI need human heat" - Frightened Rabbit

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Dat jy my nog nooit soos 'n mens kon behandel nie.Vir waar ek net wou uitpraat, jy my in die rede val, en dan afsny.Dat jy my in die moeilikste tyd van my lewe, my abandon het.Vir die afgelope twee jaar my soos 'n dier behandel.

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I really did wish, my heart would have found happiness by the 100th post. Unfortunately, still plagued with my memories of you. Funny how I could easily forget our anniversary, but I cannot forget you. Now you're gone. And here I am 'celebrating' my hundreth post, wishing I could turn back time. Strange how, we really only appreciate someone, once we have lost them. I don't know what I was

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"Been a crazy two weeks. Feels like I'm manic betweenregrets, and merely just being content with living.But in rare moments, every now and then,Im ever so thankful for being alive.Its always the small things." - brokenpoetHair combed, walking tall, but feel oh so defeatedSmile, uncomfortable stares with the girls on the trainFor awhile, a refrain for the barely breathingPenning songs and poems,

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Maybe love was real… but it faded, not that it wanted to do, but that the one you fall in love with change into someone you never expected. Someone you simply can never love!! - YouIn the end, I was the poor heart broken sod to blameMy own fault, exaggerated by your sense of correctnessWhen we both, unchangeably chose to be right, even though,You and I, were so dead wrong, but chose to

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Pulled my finger out of the plug finally, and registered a domain.I've had a lot of requests on the street, after giving some publicreadings, for a link to some of my writings. Of course, being asshort-term memoried as we are, folks couldn't remember the url.Thank you kindly to everyone who sent emails in the past while.www.brokenpoet.co.za

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Normally, I would equate my emotional range, to, feeling sad, or being content.Happiness?Whats that?Oooooh...Oh wow...Nice! :)

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You were sitting there as usual, sipping your coffee. Like any normal person would, yet, Im wishing like a religious person, to be the mug you are holding in your hands. I smiled shyly, walked over, received your smile with open arms. I have been trying for almost a year to summon the courage, to ask you out, if you want to go for drinks. Rehearsed the conversation a 100 times in my mind. Trying

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"Where women spit like men, and the men urinate publically." - Broken Poet

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"There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part, you can’t even tacitly take part. And you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it,

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And NOTHING has changed.Absolutely NOTHING.Well, except for the global economic 'recession'.The continious human rights violations.The dehumanizing of the once unwitting opressors.The proportional level of politicians and idiocracy.The racism and violence.The loneliness.

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[Picture removed for personal reasons][It hurts too much looking at it]"Tired of breathingTired of feelingTired of looking at the past for meaningTired of runningTired of searchingTired of tryingBut I'm not tired of you" - The Exies

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A poem about nonsense and insensibility. A poem about the first person I loved, and how I can never shake the thoughts and feelings from my memories. About the months of unrelenting hurt, and hate and aversions. But still to ****. Was actually two songs, that I just couldn't get a melody for. Lyrical mashup. Which goes to show. Two good things combined, aint always a good thing.Even when I say Im

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“A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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"And it's you and me and all of the peopleAnd I dont know why I cant keep my eyes off of you" - Lifehouse

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I think your new hairstyle looks fantastic!That green top, matches that necklace so perfectly.In fact, it gave me an idea for a new equationon colour complementation.I would create a new word,nay, a new languageto describe how pretty you look today.Instead, my brain fumbledand I muttered awkwardly:"Shit bitch. You is fine!"

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I like to phone random phone numbers at night. Lucky phone book picks, numbers from walls and random dials. That sort of thing. When the person on the other side, is most likely home alone, watching tv. I would then repeat what they say, back to them.Sure, it sounds retarded now...But when you are home alone,at night...Its REALLY creepy...Timing is everything.

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"Dankie. Dit voel beter.""Bye."

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I woke up this morning, and EVERYONE dissapeared off the face of the Earth.I would have been ecstatic,if I didn't miss you so much.

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Construction of the new Stadium for the Soccer world Cup 2010, Greenpoint.A suburban sunset?

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Taken on a misty morning, overlooking the Cape Town waterfront.

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Not sure why I caution loveNot sure where you've beenTired of fightingSun setting low over the seaI see the scrapes on your kneesFrom walking aloneNot given up! But I don't care anymoreHands to hold on the over shoreA set of eyes to starewithout wearing shadesI want to be the guy you think you can changeI'll promise to get jealousPromise Ill leave my baggage behind

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I built a kite for you, so you could look up, smile againI tied a long string to it, so it could fly with a false sense of freedomI manipulated the wind, stirred a feud, the kite and the breezeI couldn't keep it, eventually I let go, hoping it would cross the seasI tied a note to it, hoping somewhere, is someone like meIt didn't get too far, guess it was just meant

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Found peace in the deserts sands and inhabitantsFollowers who leave me be, irrespective of their wants and needsLost here, after running away from the promised landTo escape my tormentor and silent interrogatorStill tied to our tethers, my shock collarDoes my love for you outweigh the hurt that was inflicted?Or am I your mouse attached to a string?If you were so willing to part from me, why cant

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Everyone is walking, shoulder to shoulder,In one big formation of slow.I'm peering over, trying to get to my destinationTrying to squeeze through selfishness,and madness of the intolerant, racist sheeple.Corporatocrazies of slow poisoning idiocraciesMerging idiologies and fallacies.Fucking idiots who think we are free.Free to spend, return to our prisons at 5pm.Governments that rob me of my

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Following shadows into the microcosm of forgetfulnessWondering where I left my pens, my notebook,they keys to your heart...I was hoping you were hoping I would talk to youResignations lost...You were so friendly, thank youI miss not seeing you everydayNow that I've found my wayAway from fallen angels with theirmanicuring, masquerading intentionsI don't have to resolve myself,Even though you are

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Dat ek die wereld sal gee vir jou...En hy is nie interested nie.Dat ek die wereld sal gee vir jou...En jy is nie interested nie.

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I'm selfless, patient, and oh so insecure. I couldn't lose control again. And at times...I just want to be alone.I had to handle the worst for oh so long...You did admit that you were wrong...But you never took it to heart...I TRIED to be there for you, through your worstWhy couldn't you be there through mine?So I lost a friendship, the last thing you could take awayFew days later,

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"Leticia is aan die wonder alweer. Ai ai ai.... 7:59am"Hoekom haat jy dit as ek dieselfde doen? :(Hoe lank vat dit nou al?Hoeveel valentyne wil jy alleen wees?Vir hoeveel wil ek alleen wees?One is greater than none

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Beteken nie, dat myne ook hoef te wees nie!Net oor jou droom nie waar geword het nie...Beteken dit nie jy kan myne van my wegvat nie!Jy wou nie laat ek 'n argument wen nie, nie een nie...En hoe meer ek verloor, hoe meer grond vat jy van my weg.

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Jy laat die aarde om en om draaiSelfs wens ek, my klein tydjies saam met joukon langer aanhou...My klein rukkie skemer tussen dag en nagDie maan wat my middernag stappie wandelbaar maak My sonskynJy is die oomblik, wat 'n roos sy blommetjies oopvouMy eerste sluk water na 'n verlorene wandel in die woestynDie grootste druif in die beste bottel wynJy verskuil my siel, ek wil al my geheime

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Do you.. Think I'm strange, or weirdfor standing on the train, writing in my notebook?When I look over my pages to you... then down againDo you think I'm drawing a picture of you?Or do you think I'm a snob?Enduring the train, from point A to point B.When everyone is yelling and talking and balking in-train banterAnd I'm deaf to the outside with my earphones on.

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Being in love with someone who passed away, tragically...OrBeing in love with someone, who doesn't love me anymore...

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I hope people dont see me as ugly...Like my handwriting, and my countless crumbled notes...Or as how I see myself in the mornins...

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I wanted to write you a pretty poemInstead, I'm writing about dual wielded pistols,and panicked co-workers...Again.

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The hatemongers have succeeded in chasing me up these branches, yelling"Whats the matter, Darwins son, why can you not be free?"Why can you not grow some wings, and fly out of your tree"He has to come down sometime, and when he does well prove to him Creation"Spread Gods love with sticks and stones and intimidationAnd here I am, a refugee from your love, my own, lonely nationSoon to be broken

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Sitting by myself but not aloneLike the grey and bearded man on his ownAt least I'm writing, looking busyHe takes a sip of beer, then looks downCouple of couples, I'm [soon/never] to be onePast a month, of trying and not tryingStill, here I am aloneMy handwriting barely eligibleAn instant cypher from an overbearing waiterAnd a sense of veterencyWriting in my notebook

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Aint no sunshine when my babys goneIn my mind she's mine but I know I'm wrongHard to fall, pick myself up strongWhen I havent seen you in so longAint no sunshine, only perpetual rainNo sweeter sound than when I hear your nameSame one that is tattood on the inside of my brainSame one that drives my mind insaneFeels so strange, hearing about you and another manWill never win you back but I know I

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I am understoodBut I am not acceptedI am drops in rain

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Wish I knew what I got myself into when I started pursuing youWish I knew, that without branding whips and chains, you inflict painElegantly, violently, turmoils of me and you, and how we communicate. Almost nothing and all, but kept blaming me, the shy one for my lack of dialog. When I softly moved my fingers, for fear of hurting you, over skin and legs. Was nothing compared to what I could have

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Gemakkelijk kom en gemakkelijk gegaan, genomen, gestolen Wielen en radertjesdraai, ovensbrandwond en u bemoeit zich ja met, houd van ik alleen te zijn, als het zijn een Loner ben ik een misdenomer, vergelijkt boxer, echtgenoot van gomer Bij u dieven, frag dief, zondeeters, keuken Nederlandse sprekers en teasers

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This time of the month, garbage trucks rolling aroundDropping residue muck and slime in the streetsSmells like vomit and discarded meat.Walking to my destination while smokingYoung beggar asks me for a smoke, I ask him,how old are you? He asks me, how old are you?I'm old enough to smoke, I sayThen persued by his friend, asking for changeI tell him to get lost, then someone else yells at meI keep

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My elbow was resting on the safety railMy other hand was holding my head from sleepYou climbed on the train, before the sun was upQuick decision, you decided to sit next to meWithout saying an initial word, enjoyed your companyYou were shy about the unraveling thread on you kneesI was curious about which books you like to readBoth wearing earphones, modern do not disturb signsLooking down, with

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I'm religious, I'm an atheist, I'm a transcendalistThe sound machines make, gives off more than I can take,And then my heart breaks.I'm an alchemist, a conservationist, a libertarianFor a freedom that is not free, you have to steal it.Dispute, absolute, no moral prohibition to quit.My $God, being completely free in actionStep down in a showing of violent non-aggressionEven in the throth of a

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Lake of Ash and Wine with mountains to underlineSkyline, smoking, fire in the night pyred too highAll my friends and family, hands tied, being walked awayTheir captors decided to leave me behindPromises to take care of all those abandonedThe young kids, too tender and few to fend for themselvesSkinned and boned, organic muted phonesLike the time the vultures feasted on my miseryForlorne, far gone

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namespace ABrokenPoet{   public partial class HowIFeel : System.Poem.Page   {      protected void Poem_Load(object reader, EventArgs theBreakup)       {          // You phoned me, I asked you not to          // We said we would remain friends          // But its so difficult, cause I still long for you          // Thinking of you regularly, and when we talk we fight

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Falling small, squaling deepThe church tower is steepPires above the tower of evil,The Christian church steepleDark hooden men hold hands outsideA dark vigil, prayers from sanatariumsSway from drunken strength to prideLike gladiators and lions in land aquariumsChurch and State seperate, the sameLeaders never aligned to what is claimedPray to God for their public frameBut crawl away, with no

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Didn't feel like staying until 5amSo I took the long walk homeIn the pouring rain, see-through shirtWith all the prostitutes asking me for smokesI give freely, cause its late, and I'm not looking for troubleBut if they ask me, if I want to be naughtyI laugh and I tell them, they cant afford me!

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Voel asof ek al vir ewig wagSoos die keer,wat Dawn,se liggaam,in die see,weggedryf het...Wag nou nog vir haarOm terug te komEn nou, alles voel so ernstig en rerigSoos die keer wat my hart gebreek hetEn alles voel so seer en verkeerdSoos die keer wat jy nie wou bly nieEk is 'n alleenloper, langs die snelwegVermy oogkontak, vermy jou hulpEk wil net loop, en ek wil verlore raakAanhou met rookTodat

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Blaartjie wat alleen float op die oseaan, verlore, verwrongeAleen, die enigste blaartjie in die oseaanNiemand anders wil die blaartjie bevriend nieDie blaartjie is te skaam, op die golwe, om te probeerSal maar aangaan met die lewe, dryf todat hy nie meer dryf nieSink todat hy nie meer sink nieAanhou beweeg en geraas maak, is sy lewe, niks meer nie

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Ek het die wereld gegee, al my aardelikse onbelangrikhedeMy emosies, en alles in my hart, vir jou geofferOm jou terug te wen, nadat ek net alleen wou wees, toe ek jou gehad hetEn nou kan ek alleenwees nie vat nie, nie met jou in die wereld nieJy tart en terg my siel, deur jou hart vir iemand anders te geeSelfs al soek hy dit nie, dis net fun om rond hom te weesSal jy liewers laat iemand jou abuse

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Dunno who the photographer is, but if you do, please gimme a shout so I can give proper credit.

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Bye my liefste Engel, jy het die lewe vir my beteken.Selfs al het ek dit nooit gewys nie, soos ek moet nie.Ek sou enige tyd my lewe vir jou opgeoffer het,maar kon nie eers saam met jou vir Kersfees wees nie.Ek is 'n patetiese excuse vir 'n hopeless romantic,En jy is die Engel wat my hele wereld lig gegee het.Ek is jammer.

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