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If a broken heart can cure its wounds by it self
There was no need for loving each other
Everywhere, everyone, every time will be fine
No hurries, no worries and no more sorry

If there is a world without blaming
And never can you find a falls of emotions
No one will be defeated by loving
And no one will be cheated by caring

Flowers never blame any one, even
If you picked it up and thrown it away
It cares every one by its beauty and
Love every one by its fragrance

A world without sorrows and worries
A mind with kind understanding others
A wind with mint and a touch of cares
Admit you if you are a true person of a best heart….

Her fate calls out my name; & i breathe into her mouth the words ive kept since her finding..."Ur hair smells of an orchid aside a towering waterfall.. almost springtime.. a sensual compilimg. Envision this growl swells within my soul..as I rest my fingers now upon what makes me whole.. these vacant grand piano keys..so.. just so..that from within this shell..people will tell of a breeze propels u to me. PDP

Porque eu sei que é amor
Eu não peço nada em troca
Porque eu sei que é amor
Eu não peço nenhuma prova

Mesmo que você não esteja aqui
O amor está aqui
Agora
Mesmo que você tenha que partir
O amor não há de ir
Embora

Eu sei que é pra sempre
Enquanto durar
E eu peço somente
O que eu puder dar

Porque eu sei que é amor
Sei que cada palavra importa
Porque eu sei que é amor
Sei que só há uma resposta

Mesmo sem porquê eu te trago aqui
O amor está aqui
Comigo
Mesmo sem porquê eu te levo assim
O amor está em mim
Mais vivo

Porque eu sei que é amor

Submerged in shame in a sea of flames, she hears her people cries
As an angry sun rises up each day, against her blackened skies
A stunned world watches in disbelief, none believin' what is seen
All asking how could this happen, to that most beloved queen ?

In a watery grave around her, she waits now in grim despair
How will anybody save her ?, somehow we all should care
But she will rise again someday, like a phoenix through the fire
In a fortress befitting for a queen, built up strong and higher

For she will always be the queen of queens
Our lady fair, our New Orleans
Our precious home, sweet precious home
Oh mon Dieu... save our queen, Save our home, our New Orleans
Save our queen, our precious queen...our New Orleans

I'm sad
my heart has
lost its
beat.
I cried
my eyes look
like my feet.
I blew my
nose and
sniffed abit,
and called myself
a real
nitwit.
I just don't
get it maybe
I'm dumb.
I'm not but
but wish to stay
so numb.

The bar was empty
I was sweeping up the floor
That's when she walked in
I said, "I'm sorry but we're closed"
And she said "I know,
But I'm afraid I left my purse"
I said, "I put one back behind the bar
I bet it's probably yours"
And the next thing that I knew
There we were, lost in conversation
And before I handed her her purse
I said, "You'll only get this back on one condition"

And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced

And from that moment
There was never any doubt
I had found the one
That I had always dreamed about
And then one evenin'
When she stopped by after work
I pulled a diamond ring out of the pocket of my shirt
And as her eyes filled up with tears
She said, "This is the last thing I expected"
And then she took me by the hand
And said, "I'll only marry you on one condition"

And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced

Like no one else had ever danced before
I can't explain what happened on that floor
But the music played
We held each other close
And we danced
Yeah, we danced

Climb high on Blue Mountain,
hug the dark rain clouds;
they too will burst into tears
that water concrete jungles
and wash traces of negro blood
from asphalt

Climb high on Blue Mountain
and bawl your green eyes red
Your womb is ancient, futile,
never to shed another,
another to choose this calamity

Climb high on Blue Mountain,
close to the heavens
but far away from creator
Where he is there’s jubilation
Cry tears red like Pharaoh’s plague,
and when you alight
retreat down your crooked way

What is it that jungle wished for, pounds of flesh?
Climb high on Blue Mountain
and look out
You cried you green eyes shut
but there are no changes;
you were void of vision
and concrete must be fed
with blood and tears
Climb high on Blue Mountain
and look at your creation

For days we mount white stallion,
going westward,
far from the black stone path
The beast pants,
but carry on
with fire in its eyes
New shoots down-trodden in the channel

I taste the straps on forerunners
deep beyond their dermis,
way pass the dark transgression
we obtained,
yet we hold this sin so dear;
a real peril to the end

I felt wind urging hoofs,
and heard the soil of a mother
calling from soles;
support for imperials
Mattocks pulled new soil
to conceal the cries

If philosophy changes,
there’ll be songs I’ll never sing,
but for now I’ll walk streets eastward,
and survey scuffles
while watching my reflections
on dark footprints

In hope the hoofs are hushed
I’ll lay me down
on fertile bed,
whence I will seep along common path
unto all taste buds
The earth will carry me,
as thick as blood

I know this pain won't
last forever,
but then again maybe
it will.
Mind over body
maybe
But as I look out
the sill;
from my bed tears begin
to form.
I must be
stronger,
yet I am more
worn.
The words of fellow
poets
Caress my heart.
Another mountain
to climb
And I know it.
My spine screeches at me
Shut up brain.
but I will not listen
It is insane.
Always push forward
Chin up
Eyes ahead.
You have many more
roads to travel,
HE said.

So few are they whose legion is peace.
Did Columbus chase stillness
beyond tumultuous seas?
Sails and oars were manned by dissidents,
genocide is patent.

Prayers and spreads with huge birds
were answered with reservations,
provisions like prisons,
and birthrights lifted.

So few are they whose legion is peace.
Devoid of wings, souls fly
to escape the flaming towers.
Barren of truth, tongues lie
to secure legends of power,
and destroy past ally.

It is for youth to pursue truth
before wicked moons glide by.
Leap with faith like ten Moses,
your Sabbath day is nigh.
Race is diversion,
kissing cheeks of cliché.

Is the spoil more than the sacrifice?
The new buds quietly fade;
their radiance slowly dies,
and the few whose throng is not peace
hold their heads so high,
while mothers blame the God
who watched their children’s suicide.