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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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Choices
There are many paths before us, a starlight fantasy for our dreams a dose of reality for our truths and a playground for our games all candy coated to look alike and we shackle ourselves to the decisions, we make paths unfold like red carpet occasions so that we may sharpen discernment and choice spreads… 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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When Hearts Break
Deafening silence and the torture Of stillness The quiet awe Of when hearts break Shattering glass With no sound Just pieces of thought matter And stains of emotions Smeared No one will look up Because pain has no sound No warning Except to pen a tear The silent scribble Of the scribe When hearts break… Continue reading
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