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Dead Winter Night

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Death, Loss, Love, Poetry, The Beatles, Tributes, Very Bad Poetry on December 1, 2012 at 8:57 pm

Frigid silver
Glittering cold
Run through the door
Drop my coat to the floor
“He’s waiting for you…
He should be gone…
But…
He’s waiting…
For you…”
Our yes meet with a song
It fills the air
“Who knows how long
I’ve Loved you…”
I will search eternity
Search the stars
Forever and forever
Always and a day
Because Time
With you, Love,
Shouldn’t end this way …
“… Will I wait
A lonely lifetime
If you want me to
I will…”
Then, my Love,
He just slipped away

💜💜💜

Love you forever and forever…

As Astra per Ardua

💜😢💋

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Hard Candy

In Abuse, Dark, Drug Addiction, Fear, Indifference, Life, Loss, Madness, People, Poetry, Poverty, Sex, Ugh, Very Bad Poetry, Violence, Weird on October 9, 2012 at 8:52 pm

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Camilla d’Errico, Cotton Candy Curly Cue

Candy gave sold the Man-child what no girl ever really had

Sold it

Took it

Is what she did

Yeah

She took her requital

Again and again

Then she took some more

More and more

Days become years

Candy took and took

She took what he had

She took what she took

She put it in her arm

When that wasn’t enough

She started doing him harm

Grave harm

Failed to make her

Go away

Just leave

Him alone

Then

Girl

She came

It wasn’t her problem

But, hey, all the same

It had to be someone’s

Should have been

Before

Today

The kitchen

Candy’s throat

A blade

A glint

A sharper look stabs her eyes

Take a hint

“You’ve got one last chance, bitch

Grab what you can

Run for your life

You come back again

I’m not thinking twice

Gladly do Time

To see you go ‘bye.”

Right on the edge

Girl made the dive

Scored a 10 and 4 nines

Her very first try

Candy booked it

Right outta sight

See…

Until now it would seem

Candy’s sweet meet

She dictates the plays

Basks in her fame

To beat

Her

At her own game

Save him

Someone had to

Had to

Jump

In-

to that

Black pool

I fear

For Girl

Cannot swim

🍭

Girl is my friend. Candy is Girl’s ancient history ex’s ex. Man-child is his brother.

How Many More Times?

In Death, Led Zepplin, Loss, Love, Music, Rock on September 29, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Well…

I just gotta ask How Many More Times? Man, let’s ROCK! I mean Sirius-ly…

Death, I’m callin’ you out. Right here. Right now. You can’t leave my people alone just for a little while? No? Because…?

Okay.

*shrug*

Then, let’s go.

Biko

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Apartheid, Loss, Music, Peter Gabriel, Politics, Protest Songs, Steve Biko, Tributes, Ugh on September 12, 2012 at 12:41 am

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Bantu Stephen Biko (18 December 1946 – 12 September 1977)

Graphic: Creative Corner

🔥🔥🔥

The man is dead. The man is dead.

Stephen Biko, political activist and ideological leader of the Black Consciousness Movement (BCM), was only thirty years old when he died in detention under mysterious circumstances on 12 September, 1977. His political career was brief, but had a profound impact on the liberation struggle. He espoused the philosophy of black consciousness, linking identity politics and social action.

Biko first became involved in liberation politics through the National Union of South African Students (NUSAS) while attending medical school. His views on black identity and pride led to the formation and expansion of the South African Students’ Organisation (SASO) in the late 1960s. Biko served as both the president and publicity secretary for this body, which served as the nucleus of the BCM. He founded the Black People’s Convention (BPC) and was banned by the South African State in 1973. This new movement empowered a generation of young black South Africans, fuelling revolutionary events, including the 16 June 1976 Soweto Uprising.

Biko’s prolific writings, political lobbying, and his community activism drew the attention of the Security Police, and he was detained on numerous occasions. His life was adversely affected in many ways, including expulsion from the University of Natal in 1972, his first banning in 1973, and, ultimately, his death in detention on 12 September, 1977. He is regarded as a martyr of the liberation struggle. His 18 August 1977 detainment included severe torture at the hands of security police. He was interrogated for twenty two hours, and beaten until he suffered brain damage. He was chained to a window grille and denied medical attention for his injuries. His injuries did not improve, but it was only on 11 September that he was taken to Pretoria for medical attention, but he died shortly after his arrival.

J.T. Kruger, then-Minister of Justice, denied that police had abused their internationally renowned detainee, arguing that his death was the result of hunger strike. An autopsy conducted by the late pathologist Jonathan Gluckman at the request of Biko’s family found that he had died of brain damage as a result of blows inflicted upon him during his detention. Gluckman’s report led to an inquest: no policemen were charged, but Biko’s family eventually received a settlement from the state. The cover-up of Biko’s death in detention was exposed by then-journalist Helen Zille in the Rand Daily Mail, edited by Allister Sparks. Zille had received evidence from Biko’s doctors, including Gluckman. Biko’s death sent shockwaves around the world, and his funeral, attended by ten thousand, resulted in nationwide incidents of social unrest. During the Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC) proceedings, four of the surviving policemen involved in Biko’s death were refused amnesty.

~ SAHA

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Mourners gather to pay their last respects at Steve Biko’s funeral in King William’s Town, 25 September 1977. Well over 10, 000 people attended — thousands more were prevented from attending by police roadblocks.

“The most potent weapon of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.”

~ Steve Biko

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1987’s Cry Freedom, a Richard Attenborough film

🔥🔥🔥

Ad Astra per Ardua

Freedom!

😢💜💋

Waiting

In 9.11, Ad Astra per Ardua, Cats, Death, Loss, Love, Photography, The Disappeared, Ugh on September 11, 2012 at 12:32 am

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Photo: National Geographic

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful.

But not knowing which to do

is the worse kind of suffering.”

~ Paulo Coelho

Homeward Bound

In 9.11, Ad Astra per Ardua, Death, Loss, Love, Music, Poetry, Simon and Garfunkle, The Disappeared, Tributes, Ugh, Very Bad Poetry on September 11, 2012 at 12:32 am

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This one’s going out
To the disappeared
To the Love
Who never returned
Home where their thoughts escapin’
We learn the fates of some
While others…
Still, their Love lies
Waiting silently…
It must be understood
That wait they will
Until they know for sure
They will search high and low
They will hope against hope
Unable to eat
They will dream of you
In stolen moments of sleep
Even though they know
You’re nevermore
They will will you to walk
Through the door
Just once more
Please, just… once more
Then they’d hold fast
To your star
And never let go

💜

So… Here’s two of my very, very best boys for you with Homeward Bound

💜💜💜

Ad Astra per Ardua

😢💜💋

9.11

John Coffey Was My Boyfriend

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Loss, Love, Magic, Micheal Clarke Duncan, Tributes on September 4, 2012 at 7:39 pm

“He was Magic. He was a big Love of man and his passing leaves us stunned.” ~ Tom Hanks

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Brutus “Brutal” Howell: Well, there must be something we can do for you, John. There must be something that you want.

John Coffey: [pauses] I ain’t never seen me a flicker show.

💜💜💜

Mike Duncan has passed away. Losing Neil Armstrong and Hal David was bad. The loss of Mike Duncan in additon has succeeded in fairly crushing me.

I am completely over the Moon in ❤❤❤❤❤ — LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! — with Mike’s character, John Coffey, from The Green Mile. I mean…?

Sigh…

That’s all I’ve got to say… I’m at a real loss here…

Totally.

💜💜💜💜💜

John Coffey: …it was a kindness you done. I know you hurtin’ and worryin’, I can feel it on you, but you oughta quit on it now. Because I want it over and done. I do. I’m tired, boss. Tired of bein’ on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we’s coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There’s too much of it. It’s like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?

Paul Edgecomb: Yes, John. I think I can.

• • •

I think I can understand, too, John…

Really.

I saw the bees…

💜💜💜

Ad Astra, John Coffey

I ❤ You!

I DO!

😢💜💋

“I dreamed of you.

I dreamed you were wandering in the dark.

And so was I.

And we found each other.

We found each other in the dark.”

💜

England’s Rose

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Elton john, Lady Diana, Loss, Love, Tributes on August 31, 2012 at 7:28 pm

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The Princess of Hearts. A Prophetess of Love. The embodiment of Kindness and Grace.

Lady Diana

❤❤❤

I have nothing more to add.

Who is Calling?

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Death, Dreams, Groovy, Life, Loss, Love, Poetry, Psychedelic, Suicide, Tributes, Very Bad Poetry on August 22, 2012 at 6:27 pm

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Qu’Appelle

Who is calling

Who

‘Twas the Universe

The Source

No one believed you

I saw the red orb, too

And so I eschew a world

Distracted by faerie glamour

Capitalism, war and self

The world that killed you

With their pale reality

Forced your hand

A hand they dealt

My Beautiful Dreamer

Too beautiful for them

Your ness thrives

In my purple heart

Through Time and Space

Energy never dies

You told me so yourself

We will meet again

My Wild Thing

My Giant

My Liege

💜

The Magic Tree

In Dark, Fear, Life, Loss, Love, Madness, Magic, People, Places, Poetry, Very Bad Poetry on August 8, 2012 at 2:34 pm

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Alone here

In the secret garden

Heavy, sickly heat

My snowflake gown

Melting

A cool breeze

Just now

Consoles me

I feel him

Before

I see him

Walk on by

Dripping with dread

Clad in Red

Severe

He stands now

Beneath

The Magic Tree

Crashing cymbals

Smashing

Anguished screams

“Where are you, my Love?!?

Where, my Everything?!?

Why hast thou forsaken me?!?”

The first stoic man in Blue

Comes

Striding through

“Blue Man,

The man clad in Red,

Full of dread

Is this the one

You seek?

Be gentle

He has lost

Is lost

Love

He is crying

Dying

You will find him

Under

The Magic Tree…”

Blue stoic

Growing empathy

But

For Red’s sorrow

I see the Tree

Is not as Magic

As I hoped

It could be

For, surely,

If it were

Love

There would be

Instead

The Blue men

Gently shepherd

The Red man

Away

I must

Make haste

Of this place

Tout suite