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A Brave and Startling Truth (1995)
We, this people, on a small and lonely planetTraveling through casual spacePast aloof stars, across the way of indifferent sunsTo a destination where all signs tell usIt is possible and imperative that we learnA brave and startling truth
And when we come to itTo the day of peacemakingWhen we release our fingersFrom fists of hostilityAnd allow the pure air to cool our palms
When we come to itWhen the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hateAnd faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed cleanWhen battlefields and coliseumNo longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughtersUp with the bruised and bloody grassTo lie in identical plots in foreign soil
When the rapacious storming of the churchesThe screaming racket in the temples have ceasedWhen the pennants are waving gailyWhen the banners of the world trembleStoutly in the good, clean breeze
When we come to itWhen we let the rifles fall from our shouldersAnd children dress their dolls in flags of truceWhen land mines of death have been removedAnd the aged can walk into evenings of peaceWhen religious ritual is not perfumedBy the incense of burning fleshAnd childhood dreams are not kicked awakeBy nightmares of abuse
When we come to itThen we will confess that not the PyramidsWith their stones set in mysterious perfectionNor the Gardens of BabylonHanging as eternal beautyIn our collective memoryNot the Grand CanyonKindled into delicious colorBy Western sunsets
Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into EuropeNot the sacred peak of Mount FujiStretching to the Rising SunNeither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shoresThese are not the only wonders of the world
When we come to itWe, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globeWho reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the daggerYet who petition in the dark for tokens of peaceWe, this people on this mote of matterIn whose mouths abide cankerous wordsWhich challenge our very existenceYet out of those same mouthsCome songs of such exquisite sweetnessThat the heart falters in its laborAnd the body is quieted into awe
We, this people, on this small and drifting planetWhose hands can strike with such abandonThat in a twinkling, life is sapped from the livingYet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tendernessThat the haughty neck is happy to bowAnd the proud back is glad to bendOut of such chaos, of such contradictionWe learn that we are neither devils nor divines
When we come to itWe, this people, on this wayward, floating bodyCreated on this earth, of this earthHave the power to fashion for this earthA climate where every man and every womanCan live freely without sanctimonious pietyWithout crippling fear
When we come to itWe must confess that we are the possibleWe are the miraculous, the true wonder of this worldThat is when, and only whenWe come to it.

- Dr. Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 - May 28, 2014)

Rest in power!

A Brave and Startling Truth (1995)

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

- Dr. Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 - May 28, 2014)

Rest in power!

nhojj

VERSE 1 
You told me you’re broken 
Told me you’re through 
So much has happened don’t know what to do 
You’ve cried your last cry said your good-byes 
Don’t need him around just pulls you down 
Have to put it all behind you leave if love’s not true 
He’s not the one for you 
He lies cheats never loves you 
Shows you no respect always leaves you sitting here 
Crying in a wreck 

CHORUS 
I will be faithful 
I will be faithful 
I will be faithful 

nhojj

VERSE 1 
I love your chest 
I love your lips 
I saw your heart… right from the start 
And i just knew that we would be 
I love your scent earthy and nice 
I love your taste sugar and spice 
Whatever you want, you can have it… 
I love ya 

CHORUS 
I’m loving your male body 
I’m loving your male mind 
I’m loving your male essence 
I’m loving yours and mine 

VERSE 2 
I love your smile 
I love your touch 
I crown you king… give your blessing 
We are one and the same 
I love your voice, strong body tone 
I love your eyes, your in the zone