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late to the dance floor

Posted on October 17, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

(Sometimes you should dance the first time you are asked. Later is too late most of the time.) when they want to they do like a swarm best not to stand in the way of mobbing manifestations of destiny don’t … Continue reading →

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weathered

Posted on October 6, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

standing in the storm rust the soul stand too long you crumble from within the ocean leaking from your middle saltwater eating at the outside I was born  standing in the storm long drops falling without end pregnant with sorrow … Continue reading →

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shades

Posted on September 16, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I asked them what color were they feeling learned that yellow could hold your excitement could sing your joy could be the same as sea foam sprinkled with glitter came to understand that a lot of purple is in the … Continue reading →

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Race Card

Posted on September 15, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

prelude language could help us build the truth wake it from where it sleeps if used like surgeons knives to cut past the fat the augmentations of smoke and mirror language has ever been a weapon always in the beginning … Continue reading →

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For my Mama

Posted on September 13, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

my mama had hands knock you into next Sunday get you right quick she knew what you thought before the thought formed we were instructed to think good thoughts she was intuitive to a point she wanted things she discerned … Continue reading →

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game

Posted on September 11, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

one in a million or one working harder than one million always on looking for the crack in the door lucid dreamer taking notes one more mountain knowing there is another beyond hungry tapped into the infinite growing vision exceeds … Continue reading →

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9/9/15 Note

Posted on September 9, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

rolling through existence trying to make it make sense sometimes i wake up fearing the day i won’t thinking about the things I got to do worried bout the things I will leave undone waiting for me all the time … Continue reading →

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strive

Posted on August 26, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

prophetic dreams blood and feathers shots in the night the shrinking ground edging forward towards open sky or the abyss struggling in the dark looking for the light hoping to fall up bruised by being held down no space for … Continue reading →

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I Am

Posted on August 11, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I have a majick life unlikely but true fiction worthy times are mine I have a majick life attracting the miraculous the preciously unpredictable surrounded by confirmation unfolding from nothing taller than MT Thai on time every time in time … Continue reading →

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lifted measure two

Posted on August 6, 2015 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

some will not come they won’t hear the drum the cannon roars the air is thin the time is always now marching believers know this they are lacing their boots uphill forward there is no other way never has been … Continue reading →

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