Tag: poetry
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Poem 3.15.22 – Training to “Be”…
It’s in my muscles. I feel it, the furnace. A loud flame, shakesme. It melts the glass and boils my soul. I hear you, the ambers, whispers of burning truth, echo free. All my sorrow is mute snd coalesces as body. I sing out, the smoke. walls are filled, a soothing key. Can we all…
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Poem 3.15.22
I could never give you all of me,I learned, and unlearned,and relearned,again.I could never give you my dreams. I knew the fear. But I didn’t see the nightmare. I planted. I grew. I sang. I knew. I saw. I, you. One space was always an absolute. One heart was always a beat. One time was…
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The Power | No Justice…No Pie, No Justice…
No peace. Yesterday was 3.14, March 14th— pie day to most math-heads and nerds. Today is March 15th, two days and two years after Breonna Taylor was murdered by a police officer, while she was sleepin in her apartment. Yesterday was 3.14, and for Tracy and Sybrina, they’ve spent 10 years forgettin a day mathematicians,…
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Poem 3.4.22 – Reaction
I’m tired of wording all the time. How can my face be just for hate, and not love.
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Poem 2.28.22 Double Standard
Why can the rich steal!Silence, a poem thief rewritten. Why does death follow Black, in still.
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Poem 2.28.22: Black to the Future
Heaven aight up there.Less moonshots please,more clean pots pipelines leading cleanwater to soil, Sons &Daughters, leadmade livin graves. Glass houses meanless when Shamecan be coded-in. Lean starts are all we’ve lived. Born to star in the darkand be the light. I don’t chase I gravitate. Nah! The Future is where We are!Ask again, nahI’ll say—switch…
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Poem 2.22.22 – See Me Whole, Not as a Hunk
Interactions of masculine life. Sown. Hard. Ripe. Cleansed. See me different. Sown into a tie and suitfor the night, and masked. See me different. Sown onto a monolithpressed against a hard place, a similar ceiling,and a rock. See me, I’m different. tell by the distress and the the gash, broadand red-open. Tugging at seams,beating off…
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Poem 2.18.22 – how to live.
Someone in a novel I love said never stop dying. An anime I grew up wit had mad cats perish&come back bold.I didn’t &rose up likeCrackseed(ed). Unweeded. Simply read(ed). Wit a bit of sense,Quietly seated, thanking Ancestors.Better than this, is That.
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Poem 2.10.2022: Love on…
…LoveA poems made of sound. Doesn’t know whento start. Or how……Love. Blazing lines on sheet,shining it’s light. The light, through the looking glass. Love Obsessed with love and not the last—.
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Poem 1.29.22: A poem about jail. or what ever happened after. And a bad intro to who I sought to protect.
I’m tired of waiting for others to be me first! Pioneer? Bitch how dare you shrink me, as I’ve struck you wit that opening “b” work! I’m a man of mountains and giants trying to act out the universes’ worst nightmare, cosplaying my ancestors’ greatest realities combined into a franken-gumbo-of-joy. I’ve spent all these years…