poem
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Guest Feature – Mother to Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Language
Silence is one part of speech, the war cry of wind down a mountain pass another. a stranger’s voice echoing through lonely valley’s, a lover’s voice rising so close it’s your own tongue: these are the keys to cipher, the way the hawk’s key unlocks the throat of the sky and the coyote’s yip knocks… Continue reading
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Signed__________
Formless and empty am I soft to a fathers touch cool liquid moving throughout my being wrapped tightly around, feet tucked underneath me stretching for miles around. formless and empty am I, formless and empty was I, before you perverted my ground, before feet touched down inside my heart, before outstretched arms tore my world… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – The Earth is a Living Thing
is a black shambling bear ruffling its wild back and tossing mountains into the sea is a black hawk circling the burying ground circling the bones picked clean and discarded is a fish black blind in the belly of water is a diamond blind in the black belly of coal is a black… Continue reading
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His Birth Pains
There’s a woman laying in the hospital and armed with the next generation in her womb, and she’s about to give birth real soon she breathes in another breath as her body jerks, to the sound of the television… it is the news. reporting another mass murder of black men he moves inside of her… Continue reading
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Disconnect
Common Sense has now been down-graded on a scale of OMG, I’m LMBO, I can’t hear the sound of laughing my butt off! can’t tell if my voice is hard or soft where have all the people gone? Real players must have given it a new definition because I can’t hear the sound of my… Continue reading
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Live Words
Anoint my imagination with the personification of sound let it walk its way through my memories so we may build dreams as infinite as the sky bless my brain with a physical manifestation of text do not speak to me or translate my feelings into emoticons but metamorph into the vibration you wish to kiss… Continue reading
