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The children still weep,
shadows speak
of closets crypt,
kept.

The lies of dramatic lives
learned of worldly worded ways
haze.

Fog drawn tears
fears in a bottles'
secrets kept
another Lover
mother, father, brother and
scissored out sister
cut off from all that remains
sacred.

Break this, our daily bread.

Drink this, our blood wine.

Sacrificial self to gain the worlds gain
at the cost of the souls refrain.
Song, sung,
done.

Cursed earth, barren broken body,
how much that was taught me
was a noose taut around me, my
neck?

How much wisdom given is simply a device
to take away that, my
living?

Temper thy passion, though the fires may be ignite,
ablaze!

This is where stumble the shadows speak
Where I alone have become to weak,
meek.

...and the meek shall inherit the
earth.

Birth to a place, space
cast where no coins will drop
land shown, food
grown.

By the toils of our weapons beaten plow in share,
The strength of God's arm, sweat brow in
care.

the Living Heart pulses another self realization of
the learning Love edification drawn from the dawn dusk
education of the Great Manifestation;
God.

That walked are walking and will
walk.

When the shadows speak, willows weep and the device of peoples web,
ensnare.

How dare I believe I alone am set to be
the liberation from the
condone?

The bastardization of this worlds fatherless nation is not my trust
alone, to
heal.

Nor shall there be a
pill.

Nor shall there be a
drink.

Nor shall there be a well of
think.

By the merits of my alone.

Which can own up to the priceless nature that is nurtured
from the babe at the teat of the walking of life in the first,
last, life,
breath.

As above, so it is below, never, never, never,
alone.

I am home, I am home, I am home,
hale Hawai'i,
grown.
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