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Tag Archives: wordslanger
no thirst
https://goddessinspired.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/olokun-at-bottom-of-sea.jpg under the water looking up from the house of Olukun I will never eat from an empty plate I hold the rope the path is cleared I am in the water the water is my mother holding me in … Continue reading
skywriter
sometimes you look at your feet you think where you done walked you remember the holes you fell in the times you were underwater before you learned to swim you forget you are walking that the dirt remembers you you … Continue reading
Child of the Horse Eaters
I am a horse eater I am dungeon seed my pantheon divided 6/10’s on the other side of the water 4 generations walk after crossing the graveyard in the ocean exiting doors of no return I have not returned … Continue reading
the house hustle made
this is the house hustle made born blessings due 101 in the shade rough rider striding through life behind the veil imperial no fade the light in the house hustle made instructed by the bones bottom of the ocean on … Continue reading
Old Men
blue black creased by living gin on their breath underneath the weight of the crush of being born invisible 5 dollar cigars and knowing in their mouths long eyes pained by memory grown in the shadows of years stacked atop … Continue reading
2014 in review 3300 Readers, Read in 89 Countries!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,300 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it … Continue reading
The Death of Innocence
the innocence that wrote love poems and captured beauty like life could be kept fire-flied in a bottle fled slowly/ leaving pragmatism on the dresser in a shade of clouded jade there is little to say of love or beauty … Continue reading
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Human
this is my body as god made me in the image of man human hued like the dirt we all come from complete perfect divine skin bones dreams interrupted intercepted impeded pressed into the service of others pressed like roughly … Continue reading
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Tagged #blackboys, #ellison2014, #invisible narrative, BAM, lyrical poetry, spokenword, struggle songs, warrior art, wordslanger
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God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair
god as a wild woman with stars in her hair they told me god was a wild woman with stars in her hair i have seen such women sun glowing in their eyes wind pouring from calloused finger tips still soft … Continue reading