
  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
