Elbert Matt Loubser

To be what makes a difference
In all we know to be
Is something of significance
And as yet we have to see
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One last second is all that I ask
Albeit the years have passed like the
swarms and flocks and schools and tribes
in numbers as great as the pain I have.
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(God's words to a newly created angel)

Seedling, born of light's majestic sproute
Of love's unconditional, unending hum
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We walked this day downtrodden
as asphalt and pitiless penny
what justice there is in violence,
I know not,
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There are sand-dunes surrounding my dream-castle
And e'ery wind spills the dust into my cool chambers
The ones I hold dear seem to have cracks in the rock
Solid walls I have built with the years
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A canvass was given to me
one that has already felt the touch
from coarse bristles not of my hand that held it
it was meant to be untouched ere I could touch it
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Once more, my self, my core
Has risen and risen, a hold
And upon me, you have no more
But still I am yours, as ever
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From life and heat this came
Longing to stay the same
A brittle, little light
Manifested in the night
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My feet dragged me to the sands of deep
The earl' morn' a fine specimen for the connoisseur
What a day! A rise! The very air tells me the day is new
The breeze lifts my shirt, the gallon’s sails’ curse
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In watery ways
And watery days
I yearned for the sun
Too precious to prays
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I am't the duration of a breath
Nor the flick of a bird's wing
I do not fly-by, as time does
Haste I shan't bring
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When it rains the oceans sing
upon the vast drought of this land
the dry sands of this land
they weap for they lose unity
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Can people just stop wishing that what they had was more,
when actually they have the things that people have died for.
Can't you see you burn to the core,
can't you see you burn to the core.
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A wakeful setting brings the light to my eyes
a crashing cacophony, peace to my ears
and with the significance of the boulders
you shall not ever understand my tearful cries
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Fathom a world in which there is no sin.
No shadows alurk in the corners, no hatred for our kin.

Be still for the awe of it; this wonder,
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What is this memory?
I can not tell mineself from me
what is the free but free?
not free, it seems to be
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Lie in the meadow
the trees they spoke
I heard them bellow
the fires they choke
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Concerning those who do not know their path
even be it all
Those who's souls would starve
for unsent or unheard call
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Like a moth flies toward the moon;
a journey that ends in death
Am I to reach forever
with my intentions so unclear?
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Loquacious, little livid
Speak the mind's reason
The words burn inside the mouth
Like leaves in fawl-season
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