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The Broncos' Voice, November 1993. The Broncos' Song The poetry of Terrence Devon Sherrod the First Terrence Sherrod is a Senior Mathematics major from Tarboro. ZAZEN i am stone diamond at the center sitting on the ocean a waterfall before me moon shining through it a forest behind sun beaming upon the green heaven is on my left hand hell on the right a crown of stars adorn my head with only blackness above nothing below i possess the secret of fire in my hands tonight tonight i want you at my side i want to feel the warmth of your body the softness of your skin i want to feel your gentle hands caressing me late at night i want you to love me as i love you i want it to last forever le mort d'osiris heaven in my hands i hear the roar of mighty thunder calling me from beyond the void the sound shatters my every barrier baring my soul before the almighty letting the lightning strike true burning deep within my spirit purging me of my every demon purifying my very existence clothing me with flesh that I may walk upon the earth soar above the trees swim the deep waters perchance to dream that i i am the chosen of the earth the glory of the heavens with stars upon my crown and heaven in my hands i am him who makes the silence powerful in life omnipotent in death the grave claims me I am fallen silent no longer do i sing the music of life i now compose the harmony of mortality for I am slain avenge the death horus, my son slay the evil set in my holy name isis soulmate kill the noise i think you're beautiful when you are silent death becomes me We are the same, you and I The same sun shines upon us, you and I We eat the same food, drinic the same water, breathe the same air If you do not eat, you will die, so will I If you do not drink, you will die, so will I When we are sick, the same doctor can cure us both with the same medicines, ' And Hate and War kill us both, just as dead. And you say we are different I ask you- how? Do you not shed tears? Do you not grow old? In all the ways that count; in life, in Love, in Dreams, we are the same. WE , -Norbert James
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