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Monthly Archives: May 2015
Porch Light
ain’t no way of stopping the flow in alignment ready to roll u can get behind or get off the road my people ain’t heavy born to carry this load i don’t defer dreams i make them explode make confetti … Continue reading
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North American African Poet
i am a poet language and ideas are my meat & bread the eye a tool that captures the light spilling on to the fully dressed fig tree the flight of birds the wind over the grass the pain in … Continue reading
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fly away
i used to dream that I could fly things chasing me gave me the ability always saw things others couldn’t see like the things chasing me all metaphors for wanting to be free might be hard to see but their … Continue reading
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sdrow
liars say words have no power tell you about sticks & stones words will do more than break bones they can make you invisible undo you cage you words can kill steal land & freedom take away your humanity words … Continue reading
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gravedigger
when you walk into the darkness with a shovel and bad intentions understand who you are & where you stand if you plan to dig a grave dig two the second hole is for you dig it deep and wide … Continue reading
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snap
anger is a chameleon it disguises things like a steady diet of injustice that erodes humanity even in the best of folks it hides stuff like impossible burdens yours before you were born can’t send them back where they came … Continue reading
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the weeping ladies
in my dream three women in white sit by the water weeping crying the worlds tears wrapped in white cloth their tears form the waterway it flows as far as the eye can see they cry silently for the places … Continue reading
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pendulum
the universe has a moral arch there is an ever swinging pendulum some track its arch like cartographers historians who collect facts to connect points jean damu did that tracking the places the pendulum stopped stood still paused disappeared reappeared to … Continue reading
blues boy
beale st. grew blues boys like share croppers tended crops out of necessity like life depended on it beale st. grew blues boys blues boys like hard times grew celebrations of overcoming praise of existence signs of persistence chords of … Continue reading
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acolyte
somethings are born others are made some are born to be made into pillars of fire saved from being salt statues in a desert buried under sand unseeing unknowing never moving but acolytes are hedged all around by fate providence … Continue reading
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