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A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
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Aberjhani
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: July 8
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Most people are slow to champion love because they fear the transformation it brings into their lives. And make no mistake about it: love does take over and transform the schemes and operations of our egos in a very mighty way.
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That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields - harvests grace with joy.
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Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.
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Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
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Nation-building is never a 'done deal' confined to history already established.
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Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.
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Hope drowned in shadows emerges fiercely splendid–– boldly angelic.
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The study of history empowers nations and individuals with an ability to avoid errors of the past and lay foundations for victories in the future.
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Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.
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What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.
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A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.
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Millions of tears have fallen for black sons, brothers, lovers, and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way.
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Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate–– then spread, lift up, fly.
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This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.
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With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
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