Tamala Golden's Writings
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Oct.01.2008
The Lord has comeWith wise disguiseA plan to see Persecution demise
Oh the wicked ironyAll the areas of geniusGlory in the Solace in me
I should be shamedThat I find humorPlease forgive meMy savior
Sometimes my heart wondersBack across the seaTears fill my eyesAt what you did for me
Fisher of menAnd one womanMy whole lifeLived for this moment
The Shepherd has...
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Poem
Sep.26.2008
My life is scrutinized
As though abiding under monacle
Makes quite a spectacle
I dont fit in your little circle
Oracles of hypocrisy
Needn't be idolized
But exorcised and cauterized
So none hear your cries
No more sowing despise
Look at yourselves
With such refined eyes
Now nearing the end of my chronicle
You too, quite the spectacle
When viewed through a monacle
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Sep.17.2008
I've not yet chanced
To meet my love
But ever I know him
He is like a lion
His roaring words
Soothed by a gentle purr
We frolic and play
The dreamtime away
In fields of beautiful daisies
His every thought matching mine
Minds that connect
Over the miles of each lifetime
My love's heavy brown eyes
Pierce my very soul
Although our eyes have never connected
His...
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Sep.17.2008
Akin to love lost
is life found
Akin to the sea
is Earth's ground
Akin to the skin
is the soul
As is a half
to a whole
For what we bind
enslaves us more
Akin to a virgin
reality, the whore
Akin to true religion
all thats man-made
Christianity is a war
a plan man-laid
Akin to all live
is all evil
Akin to you and I
is the Devil
Akin to the brother
is our blood
As...
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Sep.14.2008
the stick did speak
or maybe the resident ants
surely it was not either
the voice was an echo
was it my own thoughts
not yet formed
or the universe collective
that which is not, yet is
but is not yet?
the sonar communication
of all ever
just beyond auditory tympanny
a fractal away from ocular notice
the aroma of heaven for one eighth of a second
something...
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Sep.14.2008
Exclude if you will
The innocent bystander
It was not his intent
Or will to philander
All fault lies with me
I take up the blame
To offer excuses
Would now seem lame
To say I didn't remember
The fractals of the past
Many lifetimes of love
This now my last
My groom of this life
Not taken for fashion
Instead for protection
From myself loathing actions
See his soul...
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Sep.11.2008
Per angle o'saxonY'goad of sheoleO' du 'et chance datedSaxon y'sexton es sexy, weeSpring Fructis en'matted y'gloryGale of gone and love of ivroyQuiets the seed of ironyBe brayed, embraced in yea breadAll matt'er o'te matedAll dawns r'everbatedD'breed o D'barsTis the seed of my starsLa Plateau, toe plat-o,Haille SelassieNay Ave Divus AugustusThe decree of Da'...
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Sep.11.2008
Yes it is IThe one you call sheFriend, Wife, and MotherTo a few EnemyNo it is INot She but HerTransforming so quicklyHer head is a blurNow it is INot She, Her, but MeI know not, who I amThis TriplicitySo here I amWell Here I standNot She, Her, nor MeAll are containedIn a Me
-Tamala Golden
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About Tamala
I'm a 34 year old mother of two. I grew up and have have spent all my life in texas.my imagination goes everywhere though.
Causes Tamala Golden Supports
social injustice,anti-war