poetry in motionhttp://conniem.blog.co.uk/Opposed within the same genus and species recognition of man's first existence. I try to inverse the truth and thus the latter becomes defined as promiscuirity and shallow persistence. Those things, moreover, are and cannot be reversed.
If there is a species an animal, there it thus will take place in the mind of an individual, it is the peculiar mark of substance that it should have teeth, but these are not called toothless or blind, why because no one knows their existence.
Perceived as a body in which perception takes place. Now if that is for the most part of the truth, as in the case of the perceived and the way we are said to be such and such because of these and that. The truth of the proposition that he or she is, and the implication is like following a prisoner, and accompanied with two very ragged indecencies that has been enumerated. It is not easy to state what it is that which you don’t understand and cant be held liable for it’s existence or non existence.
We must not be disturbed because it may be argued that, though corresponding privative or positive. Sight is a positive phenomenon, anyone so near yet so far, he looked at me a little longer,
I assumed and perhaps with more indicating quality, yet these, it would appear, really belong to an individual who seeks to be understood and ye
en-UShourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00poetry in motionhttp://conniem.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/2c/61879790123d416a832c07f6ecf901_160x200.jpgwhat has life brought u so farhttp://conniem.blog.co.uk/2007/05/22/what_has_life_brought_u_so_far~2311874/2007-05-22T04:10:36+02:00 <p>love, hate bitterness hapinnes and ups and downs but hey we are just visitors on earth right???
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]]>Im the reflection of my own reality!!http://conniem.blog.co.uk/2007/05/21/im_the_reflection_of_my_own_reality~2305494/2007-05-21T00:11:07+02:00 <p>I inflict the exact triumph of wisdom<br>
My heartbeat confides in the mist of conflicts<br>
I see myself as a pawn in the world where humans controlled my destiny<br>
I’ve lacked a sense of power<br>
And life became a mental causality<br>
Where my misfortunes were learnt and labelled as agitations<br>
I am the reflection of my own reality<br>
I try in the mist of climates of futility<br>
To embrace my optimism<br>
And not fixate on the deviance<br>
Of the exclusion of normality<br>
Life had suddenly drew a circle to shut me out<br>
Heretic, rebelled<br>
A thing to flout about but love and I had the wit to win<br>
I’ve seen myself as a pawn in the world where life had no generosity<br>
But I have let my mind to be enlarged to see an occasion<br>
I am the reflection of my own reality<br>
Look upon the blackness of our women<br>
And be filled with the delight of it<br>
Her blackness, a beacon among the insipid faces around her<br>
Proudly she walks a sensuous black lily<br>
Swaying in the wind<br>
The daughter of Africa<br>
Within her soft belly sleeps our children<br>
Our woman wear her blackness like a queen<br>
This daughter of Africa</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://conniem.blog.co.uk/2007/05/21/im_the_reflection_of_my_own_reality~2305494/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>I inflict the exact triumph of wisdom
My heartbeat confides in the mist of conflicts
I see myself as a pawn in the world where humans controlled my destiny
I’ve lacked a sense of power
And life became a mental causality
Where my misfortunes were learnt and labelled as agitations
I am the reflection of my own reality
I try in the mist of climates of futility
To embrace my optimism
And not fixate on the deviance
Of the exclusion of normality
Life had suddenly drew a circle to shut me out
Heretic, rebelled
A thing to flout about but love and I had the wit to win
I’ve seen myself as a pawn in the world where life had no generosity
But I have let my mind to be enlarged to see an occasion
I am the reflection of my own reality
Look upon the blackness of our women
And be filled with the delight of it
Her blackness, a beacon among the insipid faces around her
Proudly she walks a sensuous black lily
Swaying in the wind
The daughter of Africa
Within her soft belly sleeps our children
Our woman wear her blackness like a queen
This daughter of Africa