My studies have given me a legacy of interest in many and wide-ranging social, moral and ethical fields and concerns, as well as the politics of power. This piece is a manifestation of that legacy.

"The world is splitting open at my feet like a ripe, juicy watermelon." Sylvia Plath.

On her gravestone: “Even amidst fierce flames, the golden lotus can be planted.” Wu Ch'Eng-En.

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Its been a hard road

You helped me build.

Im grateful.

You got me through

Some dark times.

I thought you a light,

A torch in the darkness,

But really

It was my magic.

My fire.

My light.

They told me you were watching

As though it was a comfort.

And I tried

To feel helped

Held

I tried so hard

To give you the love

I was told you created

B...

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the world awakes most mornings
and the news is always black
the newsreader is commenting
on another violent attack
another poor soul's been murdered
in search of another cause
it's always religion or politics
that starts the numerous wars
all in the name of religion
it makes my blood run cold
how can people do this?
how can they be so bold
spouting ideologies
they never seem to pause
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relax,

now start breathing,

everything around is around for the same reason. 

Catastrophe, catastrophe its all the same feeling

i'm too old to move on, i'm too old to keep dreaming.

When to move on is to grow and to grow is not leaving,

in a promise land we grow, and speak of the same reason

we speak of heaven and hell like they're not the same demon.

Well to move...

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God

If she is omnibenevolent, omniscient and omnipotent;

Then I want to meet her creator’s creator’s creator,

After all, lest we forget, the belief in creationism is infinite……

Curator of secrets. A fraud.

Plagiariser of Buddha. A dictator.

A hypocritical book to dissect,

A lot of information to correct.

Now let’s not try to kid ourselves and pretend to belie...

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I'm a victim of your emptiness 

But you sure know how to fill me up

With your dick that it is

You don't speak 

But you choke me like I'm breathing all of your air

I no longer have air and you no longer have words

We're drowned by the sound of me struggling to breath

You encapture my lungs because they surround my soul

You are my Satan, I call you master

You've created me...

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