Stanley Siyanga Biography

PEERING at SITUATIONS/EVENTS through the OPTICS of life's EXERPTS often times leaves one GUILTY of making conclusion without understanding the WHOLE context from which the excerpt IN QUESTION was extracted from
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I am a slave without honor, a peasant without dignity, A prisoner of my own constructs. I scorned the wisdom of the wise and jumped into the arms of adversity. Now my price is to be paid in full.

I am a slave without honor, a peasant without dignity, A prisoner of my own constructs. Heavy are the chains that bind my feet, dark is the abyss i now call home. My body remembers not, the pleasures of bathing in the neon rivers of sunlight, my ears estranged even to the faintest melodies of distant swan.
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A signature in Eternity

Your love is odd linen
A fabric of unkown emotions.
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A playful breeze, hams bustily across a timid sky.

A every single note, a constant reminder too shy.
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Let the moon be clothed in sorrow and pain, for my dear brother is no more.

Let the birds find no rest in the night's shadows, let them ham a song of sorrow for happiness has evaporated from the leaves of my mothers heart.
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