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Innocence melts in burgeoning noon's heat Roots drink their fill, a hue with emerald time Field adorns herself in jewels replete A humming bee tends the wizened vine

Wade in the field knee-deep there to stand Gaze upon saying naught to snow nor to sand A trail of gems and traces of things yet unsure Hum a slow route to the gold salty shore

Oh, dear Field in a blurry mad fade White snow hastening far and away Oh, adorned One reveal how the days From shadows raze your quandering gaze.

trumanity, 3 May 2022

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an outbreak in the company precinct, Cape Town He's relaxing in an expensive suit in India or Dubai, Speaker! This is ridiculous! He took our money and ran away! Let him come here to testify! It is un African, this thing, this hyena has captured our poor ministers and now he has escaped. He's tarnished our poor black men and women, captured their imaginations with wealth and promises of power, used them as tools. Especially our defenceless women. He is a toxic man. Look at his captured victims, ministers of the ruling party, they have even taken to wearing Gucci! I move that we find this hyena in India and bring him back here so we can slit him by the tendencies! We have called him to testify But where is he? We are not his fools. A point of order, Speaker! This hyena can't say that ... No, Honourable member You are out of order. I did not recognise you. Speaker, he must withdraw that statement! This one is just like that fat hyena in India. His tail is scouring the sand behind him So smartly he is covering his tracks and manipulating the voters now We can never allow him to say we are hyenas. A point of order, Speaker! No! I did not recognise you. The honourable hyena is still on the floor! Sit down! Okay, Speaker. Point of order, Speaker. Yes, what is your point of order, Honourable member? The honourable member is wearing Gucci under that red overall How can he accuse that other man? It is also not unconstitutional to wear Gucci! No! That is not a point of order. Sit down! Point of order, Speaker! Yes? On what rule do you rise? No, it is not a rule. The honourable member is using hate speech. That is unparliamentary. He must withdraw. What part is hate speech? He talks about hyenas, Speaker. He himself is the hyena, and what does he have against wildlife? No. You are out of order. I will turn off your mic because you are acting in an unparliamentary manner. Where is the fat cat, Speaker? I move that we call the minister of Home Affairs. Why did he allow him to escape at the border. I move for an enquiry into this matter! I second that motion, Speaker!

trumanity, 15th April 2018

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i've known love but only from the inside from the inside giving out not even from the inside looking out for what I saw was not love i thought it was until a moment when I saw what it was was love. but not the giving out kind and then i came to know that some live without love ~ whether for fear of it or having no need for it ~ and that, maybe, all we ever do with love is live with a burning hunger for it We dream of it in front of us, inside us it helps us sleep until it begins to keep us from sleep Once i came to know then chose that knowing and breathing while knowing requires neither believing in things like trust in not being hurt by it in being who I want but it requires living who I want regardless of all that may come.

trumanity, 15th February 2021

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In the years of pale white walls, the faithful are deep black Roots of the sprout delve deeper, the oak trunks thicken At the clarion call, they grow securely by streams Your child's feet stumble, when yours scald on desert sand, In time, they surround you, braving the wars of the soul Never bowing, striding in bright light of oiled lamps Never poorly nor fearful, ever certain and tall.

trumanity, 30th August 2021

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I came from the sea, a hundred fists to see Truth's gaunt face from the shadow, "Peer!" From the rear, a Cheesy Justice chalked a sketch On the stand, Ms Mockery swore in a blockbuster Cameras hungry for a feed. The audience cried, "Piece!" Years of feasting greased, none saw opportune swing I swore bats fluttered about the din of congregants and kin Spirits' dance of words stoked old hatreds to an orange verse Gathered cloth, heads of wigs, a gavel, a pastor and his flock Arranged a range of confounding non repenting aggressors Had you feasted fat? Now bleated a cancerous heckle scam Swarm the rotting flesh. And all but the wicked wept No verdict yet came from the court of conscience, By ghouls, the bats' progress. Populate our bloodstained coves Divide their scraps with loot-soiled hands, on this our honoured sand Peer new eyes from the wings, 'Attend the sobering words herein.'

trumanity, 1st May 2022

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