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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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