poetry
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You Can’t Leave…
You can’t leave me not now not ever not while my kiss is in your bloodstream and not when your tongue has danced on the insides of my mouth not when your teeth have carved “I luv u’s” on my heart like hieroglyphic images to remember when were far apart from each other like long… Continue reading
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Struggle
“We must embrace struggle. Every living thing conforms to it. Everything in nature grows and struggles in its own way, establishing its own identity, insisting on it at all cost, against all resistance.” – Rainer Maria Rilke What I love most about this quote is that struggle is such a powerful teacher. It passes… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Exerpt from Ntozake Shange
i can’t hear anythin but maddening screams & the soft strains of death & you promised me you promised me… somebody/anybody sing a black girl’s song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/struggle/hard times sing her song of life she’s been dead so long closed in silence so… Continue reading
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Spoken Words for Silent Wars
I speak for the people in places where hope hangs its strings in the crack filled streets of Harlem where iron style floors and bronze heavens are polluted with “I told you so’s” morgues loitered with toy soldiers who died believing defending a street corner was keeping it real Continue reading
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Poetry’s Sorrow
Poetry’s a soldier a collection of Spoken Words in Silent Wars rarely do you see it pull back retreat it is no coward it’s weapons are raw yet healing but there is pain hidden behind the curve of personifications, alliterations and similes there is sorrow if poetry has one weakness it is this: that most… Continue reading
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Language of the Broken Hearted
Felt it was my job to hold every heart in my hands like responsibilities so I cradled you…. until our tears became waves of passion too deep to carry in a bowl so they filled up our futures like child play did we let deception play its numbers on our skin? did we let it… Continue reading
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The Innocence of Children
“Wish I could capture your laughter in a bottle, and breathe in its beauty when I’m out of breath.” Continue reading
