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FOR THE LOVE OF LITERATURE ,NATURE, THE ARTS AND GOD
amysbubble:

diary from yesterday

amysbubble:

diary from yesterday

Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via introspectivepoet)

(Source: goodreads.com, via introspectivepoet)

phillip-partin:

Sun with Walnuts.

phillip-partin:

Sun with Walnuts.

lapitiedangereuse:

Die Nibelungen: Siegfried, 1924

lapitiedangereuse:

Die Nibelungen: Siegfried, 1924

(via thedarknessafterthesun)

HOPE

Dear Hope sing to me
And make my heart quiver eagerly,
Pump with force the veins
That should trigger life
With natural intensity
Bring me to the purpose,
The light-
Make it shine forth from thee
And Make the numb silence cease .
Dear Hope bring out your guns of exhilarating peace
That make the darkness scatter,
Bring out the love that matters
And launch it at my heart so it bleeds Extract the leaches suckling from this heart,
Wait not for the soul to cease.

Dear Hope, the name is human,
The hearts’ in critical condition,
For some reason it’s void of mission
So bring out your sword,
Fight the war of life’s paralysis
Slay its soldiers with some conviction and passion,
Make as if you care,
The tears have bleached the face
Nearly to the state of being fair,
Pale, we lie across the surgical board
And you have sat like a lord
In an office overlooking the world
And life becomes a disease ridden whore

by m.boikanyo

A hot day in Krugersdorp, South Africa

A hot day in Krugersdorp, South Africa

September Morning Sunrise

September morning sunrise,
Young girl awakes only to find
The sun bleaching her soul
Revealing her barren spirit-
A needle against the sun,
Naked across the centerfold.

September morning sunrise
All that was hidden has come alive.
The sweat is emerging from her pores
As the leaves have sprouted from the branches-
For Her disease she has not found
The cause.

September morning sunrise.
The sun screams
And one ray slips through
Her curtain to bludgeon her soul.
Father’s place that makes all things whole
Lies above and beyond,
Behind the sun
That shines its pompous rays bold.

September morning sunrise, She hides away from arid earth’s sunlight,
She slips back beneath the covers,
Avoiding struggle, pain, sweat and fire.
She makes herself blind,
Rejects the world
And yearns for a spiritual sign.
September morning sunrise
Remembering all the tears she’s cried
She crawls into the dark
And shuts her eyes,
Slumber overcomes her
She forgets the divide
And her dreams land in the land
Of the divine

m.boikanyo

underthemarque:

Siyabulela Biko. Siyabonga Luthuli, nawe sisulu, madiba, mbeki nabo bonke abafela lamalungelo ethu

underthemarque:

Siyabulela Biko. Siyabonga Luthuli, nawe sisulu, madiba, mbeki nabo bonke abafela lamalungelo ethu

(Source: weheartit.com, via feellng)