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The Cost of Freedom

The cost of freedom has increased, the price went up.
It takes alot to be free, but the price is love.
And the PRIZE is love.
Not saying you have to sing; kumbaya around a fiery ring,
but voices and rainbow hands will raise high to the night sky
as we shake off shackles and chains
and they slide down
and wrap around
the original drum,
which beats and sings out song that'll never fall from the tongue.
It clicks shut, complete with lock and key.
And we are poor slaves joining hands with empty pockets 
and shackled hearts.
The cost of freedom has increased,
which is why when we form our ring,
there's a low drum beating in the dark.

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Lamb To the Slaughter

It’s like a lamb to the slaughter
The thing is she KNEW
KNEW that beneath the alluring smile
And enigmatic eyes
Lay
A monster.
A demon.
Inhuman cold skin cluing in
The lamb
Her shepherd leads you to Hell.
But she’s drawn in 
By seductive looks
Her hands shook
As she placed her heart
In the demon’s paw.
Sinful tongue, wicked lips
Grabbing, gripping clawing hands
Wanting,
Promising
MORE
Of a delicious wickedness.
Truth evident in horribly arousing 
Stained talons
Dripping life-giving essence 
A ruby color.
Legs quaking, knees knocking 
Body rocking, soul shaking
As he takes her heart
Freely, foolishly        given…

Elongated canines catch and glisten
In the telling moonlight.
Fangs! A whisper to the lamb
Demon! Someone screams
It’s not safe at night
She KNOWS
KNEW that beneath the inhumanly beautiful visage 
Lay something
Screaming
Monster
…demon.
But the lamb wants to be swallowed
As she follows
As if in a trance.
Don’t go Lamb! Stop! 
And she placed her heart
In the demon’s paw,
Relaxed in his iniquitous embrace
And delivered herself freely,
Anticipating a most delicious pain
Only he can give.
Truth evident in his salacious stare
As she fell a most willing prey to tantalizing touches
As back arched, heart out
Don’t lamb!
And he takes her heart
Freely, foolishly   given…

….and devours it.












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Poems from the Vampire! Free Poetry Contest

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Where Do You Come From

"Do you know where you come from?"
she asks me;
"Do you know the founders of your own city?"
DuSable I answer her triumphantly.
She smiles.
"But do you know where you come from?"
My mother Tamika, my father Bernard.
"I ask where do you come from,
not what city you hail from,
not whose loins you sprung from--"
where do YOU come from I ask of her.

"I come from hot days and golden dirt;
I come from green pastures and strange seas.
I come from forced masters and bleeding feet,
bleeding knees from when I was forced 
to bow and submit to the male above me.
Left with only a memory of a memory;
left to only imagine the days of a colorful party;
My colors red, black, and green,
feet moving to a beat that was weaved into me.
Where the only CRACK was the flame as we danced along it,
no name to the song, we just sung it;
voices lifted high to the night sky 
which once considered beautiful.
My blackness, this black skin
was once considered beautiful.
My spirit was free in it,
but now this black skin is stained red 
from the blood tears shed
from my days as a slave,
shackled and chained.
bent back as the whip CRACKS,
leaving a gory Glory trail
which you can follow to my manacled wrists,
hands bruised and calloused 
from picking cotton and building homes I could not live in,
given a roll I could never fit in.
Uncle Tom is not my kin nor will he ever be one of them;
he is simply broken and broken in,
ashamed in his sable skin
which was once considered beautiful.

"Where do I come from you ask.
I come from my mother's ashes,
a Pheonix
forced into a world that hates it.
Feathers are picked, killing it, rebirthing it
a Pheonix
forced into a world that hates it.
Where I come from this Pheonix is beautiful,
my skin is beautiful,
where you
are beautiful.
Earthen, golden skin, much like my mothers
where black and white make gray
painted in and on my sisters and brothers.
Never hideous or ugly
to be born into ebony."

She raises familiar brown eyes 
then
and I realize 
she's me, my reflection;
reminding me of what it took to be

                                                            free.

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Confessions of a Reject

You build me up
I fell, I slipped,
Secrets spilled;
I trust you.

I'm smiling from miles away,
I'm giving while you take
It's okay.
I love you.

I want to give all of me.
You say you want me,
take me, have me
Please. 
No more whispered words in the dark,
no more squeezing into my heart,
just to jump out, leaving your mark.
I'm scarred.
Your name tattooed on me,
your song sung in me.
Your words are in my head.
I love you, I love you
I want you, I want you
Then take me, have me.

Here's my heart.
I'm sending it the only way I know how.
And I hate sneaking around.
But he looks at me with your promises in his eyes;
and when I kissed him,
it was with your lips in mind.
I don't want him to have me,
but I need him to want me.

When I fell for you,
I didn't expect to get up bruised
you were supposed to catch me.
Instead you left me
feeling second
 by your rejection
of my heart.


I wanted you to have mine
since I thought I had yours.

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Adorable While Sleepy

You’re adorable when you’re sleepy
Hands ball into fists,
My hand I just kissed, 
Turning my head so you can’t see me
Snicker, and giggle at your baby lion cub yawn
That feline stretching, 
I’m almost betting, you know what you do all along.
Little pink tongue out, 
And your eyes become innocent bedroom browns
Blinking so slowly and sweetly at me. 
I can’t help but to smile 
Because with the absence of guile
Your arms wrap around me
And I am your living Teddy.

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14 Candles

Remebered with countless tears
that soaked thin sheets
on cold floors
in bland motel rooms.
Associated with stinging legs
and a back that carried welts from leather belts.
That was fear.
Remembered with words of wisdom from a lost mother
of "just go to bed" and "let it go" 
and "do as he say and he'll stop."
Remembered with shouts of NO
so loud and hard, my voice rasped.
Remembered with forced smiles, loud silences
so loud I went deaf.
Only hearing malicious whispers of

                        happy birthday.

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Charles Bukowski

CHARLES BUKOWSKI 

Words, that in an almost nonsensical, 
Random, drunken sounding bout 
Makes sense, 
In that way that almost doesn’t. 
His truth is evident,
See the evidence 
Through his 
Oxy moronic words.
….
To see the world from his perspective 
Would be a most curious thing;
The truth of his extraordinary way
Of describing an ordinary day 
Filled with the average complexities that humanity
Fills and fills and fills and fills their lives with
Their deaths with.. 
Nothing else will 
Mirror the mind of MAN 
Like the cynical, clinical being 
That is he 

GENIUS

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Shake Loose

Peeling off the label that defined me.
Putting those cruel words behind me.
Breaking your crystal ball that told my future so wrongly;
Who knew I felt so strongly?
Who knew I felt?
And the cards that I've been dealt--
I'm folding 'em, I'm throwing in.
Dealing my own hand; making my own plans.

I'm free and I feel it.
Now it's time to deal with
Those chains that bound me,
so glad that Grace found me.
Who knew all I had to do was shake loose
 to break loose
break free
from all that bound me.

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Pieces of Me

So I'm different. 
They say I look different; talk different
They even say I walk different. 
I don't think so, but what do I know. 
They say I'm weird, strange
And so I've tried to change
To fit them, fit in
I laugh as they do, talk as they do
I do what they do.
And I feel so wrong, so used.
Thought I was strong, think I'm a leader
but I'm a follower; I can't beat 'em.
They take me and mold me;
force me and hold me
down
And I drown
in their expectations,
but I'm seeing through theie "explanations,"
their lies.
Soon I'm gonna try
to beat them. 
To do me, be free, 
and be me.

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My Dream Was In An Id

My dream was in an ID,
in a year, a date.
My dream was adding ten and eight.
My dream was woman.
Becoming one.
Or saying something, and someone listens for once.
But 18 doesn't mean they suddenly grow ears,
or your fears disappear.
18 doesn't suddenly make you strong enough to speak up and speak out.
You don't have to be 18 to get up when you're knocked down.
18 doesn't make you free.
Come to find out

I'm just as free as I let myself be.