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Inked (From the collection INK)

Advertisements he had a tattoo tear it didn’t mean now what it meant then it weighed less or more  it was a piece of fire now it burned beneath his eye announcing he had been Abel to be Cain the … Continue reading →

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INK

. it don’t signify

like blue black wrinkled old men

in stingy brims

teeth clenching 5 dollar cigars

breath smelling of gin and knowing

from a distance

whose eyes grin

as they eloquently explode

divine curses

like corks from aged wine

you gotta shake ya head

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That New Millennium Dime, Dreams, Installment 18

Advertisements the dead visit often/i no longer fear them/some i know at once/even if i never knew them /others introduce themselves/ they bring things/ riddles/secrets/dreams of fire/memories/instructions/prophecy & the keys/they warn/they rail & rant at the bedside/they wander through the … Continue reading →

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That New Millennium Dime, Money, Installment 17

Advertisements /money/ man made/not god given/god gives/man sells/ cant own nothing/didnt bring nothing with him/cant take nothing with him/god gave/god gave nature/nature gives/man sells/cant take nothing with him/not even the money/man made/ u only take what u brought /cant take … Continue reading →

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That New Millennium Dime: i, Installment # 16

Advertisements i am the she/ & shes the builder/ reformed once lost/now seeking found/i say dont scratch too deep/you might be frighten by what you see/i see forever/it makes me cry/i remember to try/i been known to stumble/i seen i fall/i found … Continue reading →

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The Wheel: That New Millennium Dime, Installment 15

Advertisements the circle/perfect expression/one/isness/reality check/one/circle/perfect/round as a state of being/full/circle/wheel/forward/faster circles/bigger/ motion/in motion/expression of overstanding/we stood/walked/talked/& discovered the perfection of the circle/together in the dark/the wheel an expression of overstanding/one tribe/in a circle/wolves outside/inside the circle/food/fire/song/overstanding/overstanding the divinity of oneness/in overstanding we wanted more/bigger … Continue reading →

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That New Millennium Dime: The People, pt 3 installment#13

Advertisements Part Three the people/we the people/my people asleep @ the wheel/ in the trunk of the car/ wolves driving the car/ /car full of sheep/ asleep/ my people/ sleeping on the bottom/bottom of  the boat/sleeping on the ocean floor/my … Continue reading →

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That New Millennium Dime: The People, Installment # 12 pt 1

Advertisements Part One for the people/ we the people/the people/ tied to the land/ dust to dust/ born in hope/ better tomorrows/ long days/ long nights/better tomorrows/we work/ we pray/ dreaming of better tomorrows/ the people/ unaware of the wheel/ … Continue reading →

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That New Millennium Dime: The Artist, Installment #11

Advertisements the artist/writes/murderous verbalist/ C4 B4 u cud write/the artist/has moved /grown/out of chaos/N2 purpose/this is not mellowing wine/this hard liqour/it aint checkers yungsta/ live then hollar @ me/battlescars & stripes/ i write/murder she wrote/w/ea lethal pen stroke/as tears flow/hate … Continue reading →

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That New Millennium Dime: Elders, Installment 10

Advertisements what u gon’ do w/mama/?/ what she do w/u /wipe yr nose & ass/ now u mad /wont be long b4 u gonna need yr ass wiped 2/ what u teach n ya’ kids/?/ /what u gon’ do w/ mama/?/ … Continue reading →

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