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Haitian Revolution

Abstract images to the debris of micro fibers.
Down to the Haitian survivors praying for Red Cross donations rather than meaningless 
conversations and commotions,
Across tech tonic structures islands break off, continents sides of earthquakes, sizzling 
millions of years with a side of ketchup as condiment
Natural bloodshed delicate as a cracked vanilla wafer moving and subduing natural 
disasters with a waiver
1st born protected on the doorstep with lamb’s blood, a sanctified remnant of raiment
Oceans swallowing nations in containment.
 Countries bruise, ail, and swell.
Broken, body bones, normal day vertical swing parallel.
High land separating bodies of water and 3 sides of the peninsula .
Drowns, in the brown decay of metamorphic rock and hardened clay.
Day after the tomorrow, tirades un-tranquil in sorrow.
Statures of broken individuals in full robust 
Feed the struggling souls
On the television reveals reflections of us

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Anytime

I comprehend the days when rays do shine and Ra does set 
When inner soul and façade connect, 24 hours in one day gave me breathe, that’s 1,440 
seconds closer to death rather than oxygen left. Aspire to build that dream shape that 
atmosphere, win a Nobel peace prize, become Man of the Year
Build homes in the smog inner city ghettoes, where blocks and countenance of lost souls 
decay and rust, maybe spread poetry and love as well as a monumental philanthropist, 
raise seeds that spread, root, bud fruit, then trees, then yield juice to saturate the Earth 
with only sweet  organic humanity
Turn impossible into “Can it be” then push shriveling raisons of doubt into the fathoms 
of Davie Jones’s locker, to the depths of no man’s land where oxidation and sea level 
pressure crush submarines into aluminum cans, cans where can’t conforms to can, 
starve doubt and feed your faith, slow and steady wins the race, but more than 
anything,, remember without tree-shaking fear, find that passion and equilibrium, killing 
opposition and the antagonizing meniscus, swiftly remember that life through birth is not 
a boomeranging discus, life never comes back so dream, execute, relax and become 
life’s subtle screenplay until the script and its cast wilt into debris of cremated urns 
holding dreams, aspirations, and the well worked remains of me.

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Black Fruits Cry

I Cry and flood tears
As strange fruit hangs
From oak trees 
Black D Anjou pears fall

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Pens Century

Some have the right to bear arms 
But I appreciate pens rather then commotions,
 Homicides, aiding in brawls,
 Or in middle class genocides
, car alarms, sirens in the distant horizon
 Of my suburban neighborhood
 Hearing echoes of shots firing. Some folk’s fiend for resources
 I creep and hunger for lines and ink,
 Rather than the staggering alcoholic
 Begging for free drinks. 
Lines can heal hollow insides,
 Congested with negativity
 I the young chap run to creativity.
 I never ran home but rather run to those black and white pages,
 Pages that don’t judge my past activity
 or the thoughts in my noggin,
 Knocking down metaphors calm my soul
 I climbed Mount Everest,
 I’ve survived marches, hostile riots,
 Doors slammed in my face
 Which are buried in the red sand in my left hand stapled together with leather 
bonding,
 Paperclips and rubber bands.
I breathe to write, 
the privilege to breathe free oxygen purchased from Senegal and western coastal 
castles
 I play with canvases and paint like Monet’s pastels
 Equivalent to my revelation of secret memories
 Stored and lived from three years less than ¼ a century 
I could have been a minor in the upper Marlboro penitentiary writing letters to 
mamma,
 or fathering multiple of multiples of seeds
 Caused by the seduction of the cunning black mambas
, but I chose the right to tote a composition book and a few pencils,
 I respect the past 
but refuse to emulate and imitate
 the other writers tracing history
 as a toddler colors outside the lines
, or using stencils.
 There is a new manuscript that I carry under my arm,
 that reminds me that the third times a charm.

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Scarlett's Yellow Grove

Euphoric growth and gracious space, could no one lay a finger on Scarlett’s place
The daisies breed and seed sunshine as if the heavens hovered and covered the 
saturated earth
In her world she inhibits sleek habitation lushness of her blossoms nourish the vast 
vegetation.  She’s the one woman queen, intelligent, keen, the apple of brown eyes 
explained in our dreams, then there is her castle, hue in the color spectrum designed by 
pastels, showered by congruent sculpted raindrops, flowing daffodils. 
Her physique warms her, even her charismatic charm induces smiles, not even the 
animals of the forest harm her, yellow seeds migrate through the hills, blowing in the 
breeze, flowers float as balloons, and butterflies break through bland normality from 
cocoons
Love this life, a princess looms from the silver spoons, gold embankments yield yellow 
diamonds which hang as metamorphic rock flowing through encasements, even yellow 
buds break concrete pavements, yellow pears, yellow blades of grass, but blue clouds 
yield drops of aspiration giving birth to golden precipitation, so let us live and dive then 
be systematically sold as her beautifully shaped head pillow folds into the depths of 
Scarlett’s Yellow Grove.

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America's Incurable Demise

Doctors working on a polio vaccine  
Gave a mixture of plasma to the chimps,
The chimps mixed plasma was given to the Congo and its Africans
The Congo gave it to the men
The tourist snuck passed security and gave it to the man.
The man gave it to his women
The relationship ends and the woman screws the city 
And the epidemic spreads into incurable pity.

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Pandr Not Public Relations

Prospect to rejection in a matter of minutes 
Always in a lifetime people rarely finish a sentence
We hop from line to line, relationship to relationship, family to family, job to job
Without adding the comma’s and periods
The problem in America is we don’t take our relationships serious
Because we intertwine ourselves and others fate with run-ons
Crash, bang, boom no conjunctions to keep us from colliding lives and emotional ties
Prospect in a matter of minutes a few spelling and grammatical errors and eraser 
marks
But we fail to finish, but overall prospects diminish and rejection runs on the scene
Flowing and connecting neighborhoods as rains flows through storm drains, carrying 
pollutants in down stream
Rejection brought on by critique and lack of satisfaction sends a confident individual 
backpacking
In the Alps, not knowing, rejection spreads faster than the speed of light, sneaking 
upon lives as day to night 
We are guilty of not finishing our stories and responsible for breaking and adding 
traceable errors to others, but lets not ply, resist and reject our own fears because 
in a perfect universe
The first prospect started here in the Garden of Eden Park
Misunderstanding as a serpent coned then persuaded mankind with question marks
We disregarded our own love for our human race for a pencil trace of a fruit called a 
sentence fragment, ruining manuscripts of life set from the creator’s lips. We created 
commitment issues with our evil works leading life back to the formation of dirt
Leaving people void of respect and repentance, entangling our negative paths in an 
unfinished sentence, which should have been finished never intending folks requiring 
a renaissance 
But blank autobiographies are opened in the book of our remembrance

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Unpaid Bills

Backbone crushing experiences break the man 
Cemented footsteps of the frustration prevent him to stand 
Let along walk 
See the timid speech protruding from his mouth as he talks 
I don’t know if that’s the harshness of life or love that 
Breaks off a mans spine
Keeping his dreams vertically inclined 
So many suffer from the issue of straining their backs 
Cold to a new life because scarcity of ice packs
Such a cold reality 
Freezing a world molded mentality 
So many people struggle with severe back pain
But we let our situations remain the same
No job, no hope, no dreams, no family, no supporting team 
One blade of grass is green when all the rest are yellow, budding, blooming showing its 
rose pedals
Why must some of us at other peoples expenses hurt 
So we can show the real people hurting their truth worth
Broken hearts are like broken backs
We are torn when all the rest of our ligaments are intact
We bleed we scar, we heal, we fall, we spill
But no respecting individual pays the hospital bills
So his hurt pumps without him saying a word clearly spoken 
But now his whole being because of one aches truly broken.

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Calories

120 dollar Nikes, 100$ Levis, money in my pocket, even through the untrained eye,
Wealth seems evident, but I crave caramel, sweet 150 calories per bite
Having her taste seems so right. 
Mom prays that I won’t taste her again, she probably think she’s a sweet sin that claims 
many men. 
If she’s so bad why did God place her in my path, Oops! The Devil laughs, 
Momma thinks I forsook the angel for devil food cake 
Two years of sweet talking and I still love her frosting, she makes me thirsty, wanting a 
bigger cup each time I need more to fill us this cup because sugar makes me want more.
Taste her soft juicy yellow core, the truly yellow; fluffy, mellow, that attracts all fellows 
who behold her beautiful colored eyes.
Caramel is priceless and so tasty
I want cake while momma begs me to eat a low calorie bland pastry
Momma says you want life with a woman in heaven or hell 
I smile back answering I desire caramel