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I want to breathe like the Cactus; I want to stay  unfazed knowing though I may be the only green in a thousand miles. Pulp on the inside spikes on the outside; I want to be unaffected by frown or applause; Cast little care for judgments or day-brings But live like death is on a long, long sabbatical. I want to make music out of wind-howls; Sit tight on shifting sands Refuse to hide or beg the sun. And when there is rain again I want to glance at that modicum of hope And not hold on to its flitting joy. ©Elo Jude Ifeme Subscribe to POETICALLY SPOKEN by Email Get the My Triond Articles widget and many other great free widgets at Widgetbox ! Not seeing a widget? ( More info )

To be in the world A place at a time, never more! To walk the earth, high or low, Wasted or restored, to live. To feel like a god, like a king Or a mere presence, soon forgotten. To stare death in the eyes And again be rudely reminded Of your very impermanence! Jude Ifeme Subscribe to POETICALLY SPOKEN by Email Get the My Triond Articles widget and many other great free widgets at Widgetbox ! Not seeing a widget? ( More info )