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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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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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To Lose a Friend
From crayons To paper To dreams To memory. We tied our wanting into a bow And placed it on each other’s laps Where neither trial Nor thunderstorm Could wash away our fairy tale. Did not occur to us that neither plastic bags Nor happiness And not even the future was strong enough To hold us.… Continue reading
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Love Me Into Music
the birth of tranquil when words meet music racing anxiety slowed, and slick, and subtle like splashes of sunlight chipping at our faces warm and comforting like tapping footsteps love me like drumming fingers like dancing bobbing heads and bodies contorted into the full figure of violin and singing like half notes like puzzles brought… Continue reading
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