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Monthly Archives: June 2015
in memory of woody guthrie, 4th of July, 2012
naked cruelness puts on clothes and still cuts razor slices you don’t know you dying till you dead don’t know you dying till you dead we been right here before we just dont remember so here we go walking down … Continue reading
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bright
coming into knowing is like the space where the dream crest the wave and hits shore in that moment of sand stirred by water shells akimbo flooded with the taste of brine oneness with all is bright blue
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a final dream of flight
i have a pen i have written my own story i read yours it was narrow sad predictable on so many levels it did not predict my flight i wrote it over the text offered i spoke it softly looking … Continue reading
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dreams of flight/ 3
here is quiet now like between breaths like after a storm if you strain you can smell the freshness of this place green ever growing ever new renewing itself perpetual & foreverness permeates here i have flown away looking down … Continue reading
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dreams of flight/ 2
yes Baraka its a little difficult some days damn near impossible but i remember to remember you asking is it a little difficult? knowing its been harder for so many know they came in and beat you bloody locked up … Continue reading
dreams of flight/ 1
if you bought land in the country i would go i would learn to make jam i would become a country woman & maybe the days would find the beat of my life growing out of the ground smelling like … Continue reading
on freedom & suffering
to own nothing is to be free or so its said suffering is caused by want they say small footprints with no sign of your passing they say i say sing loudly want things own your want your sorrow your … Continue reading
