the way things are

So this is the part where we give up on dreams Realize adulthood means forfeiting hope And helping others do the same. This is where going through the motions Takes over like a venom, Paralysis in our smiles Speaking empty minds from the chamber Of life as functioned by musculoskeletal memory. This is the place…

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oral sex – a micropoem

You speak ejaculate – Take care with where you spill your words, conceiving notions and ideas perhaps, you weren’t ready to see carried out.

I was only kindling to reignite your heart

I danced amongst the flames To melt away my flesh Gave light to soul and mind Then fed those too to the burning of our art, See my skeleton pass under the moon These charred dancing bones, the ever wandering keeper of this Fevered, blistering heart Moving with grace and guise Of one with nothing…

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tan lines in December

Just sharing a little bit of the inspiration I found on the beach in the DR this weekend. Tan lines in December: Sunrise in my drink, the Silver platter spread before me With a sprinkling of nameless silhouettes dotting the reality Of how tangible all we’ve ever needed Has always been. The hustle of the…

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idle writing

I reflect often, and as the year ends, I, more than ever, mentally recap the seasons. I find little coincidence the changes that occur in December, past and what will be, hold much weight. Just an idle piece of dabble. We stared into the sun together And spoke as though our sight would last forever,…

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the art of lynching

Many thoughts culminating in my mind in response to the disappointment of the grand jury reaffirming our institutionalized flaws and the recent death of Tamir Rice, the dragged out review of incidents surrounding John Crawford’s wrongful public murder, and the social media response. Perhaps it’s a narrow view to have, but to be white in…

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the destruction we bring one another

Flashback Friday – how much foresight I didn’t know the words carried.   Set before me a hundred canvases, Call them my calendar, And I will paint your face on the next and The next and the next… Ever you are there: I shut my eyes to hide from yours And your laugh roars louder;…

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new poem

A lighthearted call to love against the institution. Added here.

throwback: fire

Fires Under foot Ignite the heals of my heart These words I gave to you No use for them on my tongue now Keep what you will I walk away on ashes and coals Letting the pages burn

the antedote and virus are of the same fabric

It was hope yet That kept us alive Pushing forward into the new day With faces upturned to the sun Receiving second chance as flowers cleanse their faces on the new rain Hope fed in faith, Faith spurned on memory But it these memories now which hold the trigger snugly Ironic smirk pressed upon the…

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some Friday lunchtime sensuality

Warning: This may be blush inducing for only the very sensitive. I generally keep these to myself and a very select audience, but this one just keeps calling to be read.  [sweet honey bee] Tell me your secrets – write them on the tip of your tongue and spill them like velvet on my soul, I’ll…

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