{"id":759,"date":"2006-11-03T15:41:34","date_gmt":"2006-11-03T21:41:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1992\/1-14-92-my-life-the-sky-the-sea\/"},"modified":"2006-11-03T15:41:34","modified_gmt":"2006-11-03T21:41:34","slug":"1-14-92-my-life-the-sky-the-sea","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=759","title":{"rendered":"1-14-92 My Life, The Sky, The Sea"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=759\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>Port Elizabeth,South Africa<\/p>\n<p>And it all lies before me<br \/>\nThe sea,the sky,my life<br \/>\nA chip of lunar jewelry hangs high<br \/>\nBetween a flight and endless night<br \/>\nThis place is a sigh of relief<br \/>\nNature&#8217;s hands,soothing touch of equality<br \/>\nWhen in the sea all are wet<br \/>\nOur skins shine no matter the color<br \/>\nThe salt stings and heals our wounds<br \/>\nHands and feet wrinkle after a while<br \/>\nTo be here,Here,in the now<br \/>\nPuts yesterday and its hate<br \/>\nTomorrow and its fear<br \/>\naside<\/p>\n<p>Still,I look down,see the guards<br \/>\nFeel the sadness,the madness<br \/>\nIn that at home no one cares<br \/>\nThere a pawn of politics I am not<br \/>\nA part of this,apart from this<br \/>\nI remain who I am,without judgment<br \/>\nAnd it all lies before me<br \/>\nMy life,the sky,the sea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Port Elizabeth,South Africa And it all lies before me The sea,the sky,my life A chip of lunar jewelry hangs high Between a flight and endless night This place is a sigh of relief Nature&#8217;s hands,soothing touch of equality When in the sea all are wet Our skins shine no matter the color The salt stings [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":394,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-cf","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/759"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=759"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/759\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/394"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=759"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}