Poetry
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Jezebel
She is manipulation like time told backwards Even the strongest think they’ve escaped her But she tap dances on their lips And she impales their language With their slave master’s mentality She is Judas Sticking her hands in the cup of your salvation She’ll take you From light to darkness From the daylight to those… Continue reading
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Truth
Truth is not debatable for integrity defends itself it is not held captive to the dogma of religion or held bondage within the framework of theology it is not trapped inside the walls of College classrooms, or oppressed by the lips of Baptist ministers, It wears no stars of David Sings no Islamic melodies Truth… Continue reading
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My Poems on Soundcloud
I am back on Soundcloud and am in the process of uploading audio poetry of the poems I’ve published to this blog. Follow me HERE and listen to the poems that you’ve already liked and loved. This is also my opportunity to introduce my voice to those of you who have never heard me speak.… Continue reading
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Virtual Reality
We live in computers and communicate telepathically wirelessly crossing dimensions the deafening silence of connections that ain’t connected how do you know if I wrote this poem in my own tears or scribbled these letters with the sharpened edge of my own backbone how do I know that you didn’t throw me a smile minus… Continue reading
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Vessel
Occasionally you’ll need to empty yourself Cleanse the palate And wash the portrait of their perceptions From your skin Ignore their need to fill you Overturn half-filled glasses Of brokenness Empty yourself spill burden onto the ground And wait to be filled. Continue reading
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The Perfect Piece
Repost for World Poetry Day. To the lyrically talented the brave who do not stop at sing-song and music but poems whose words themselves are like melody like the rhythm of rocking chairs like serenity like soldiers stomping truth into the torso of the earth like Assata’s like revolution like Maya Angelou’s and Ntozake’s… Continue reading
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To Write a Heart
How do we trace the outlines of the invisible? where despair won’t touch you gentle and secret won’t fingerprint its way out of chest and won’t poetry its way out of fear the darkened cave of mankind’s deepest secrets and treasured desires the place he enters through the mind tucking away all inner thought inner… Continue reading
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