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January 26, 1988
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One never knows what comes and goes
through our minds, bodies and toes
but you can rest assured that there
resides in you something, somewhere
that likes to speak of its own peace
regardless of what you will believe
accept, decide, and probably must do
before meeting a proverbial waterloo.
The question always appears, risen
from depths of you know not where
self righteous, contemptable, you,
bigger than a dangerous white bear
we feared as children, and still do,
as supposed adults in a mad world
of killers, sinners, and many saints
who have claimed wisdom by many words
of thoughts, feelings, and complaints
you once decided not to accept
and one day may even regret
much to oyur dismay and mine
that while you felt and perhaps hid
you actually ran and fairly well hid
from none other than yourself.
To this day I declare that my thoughts
are not reasons, but what I've wrought
and you need to wake up, learn to feel
the horrible sting of the turning wheel
which runs over your veins and red blood
trying to reap what you need understood
not realizing that your gain is not here
and you can't possibly learn, and adhere
to the rules that were meant for you, I,
before it is time for us to go, also die,
quietly...
few will notice...
For this cause I often pray,
while your feathers stray,
hoping that one day you'll see
what is really meant for you, mere tree,
that glorious heavens' given us all
and is not the only universe in light
but an earth made of our wronged fall
and secured by another one's might
which you can claim as your own
anytime you are inclined with desire
and truly I speak of mine, your home,
or punish me, with the eternal fire.
( For Diana )
- Pedro Sena