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I once spent a week in the drunk tank
couldn't handle the spirits that I drank
the cuisine wasn't half bad
we even had a few laughs
but I had to guard my butt with a shank


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It used to be like a tidepool
brimming with the hues and movements of life
now the eyes are like midnight mimes
stumbling about without reason or rhyme 
I'm afraid the tide's going out
abandoned mind

You used to be so alive- the frantic butterfly
lightning quick witted - warm summer smile 
now your impaled by disease and age
the expanse of your galaxy shrinking 
to the size of a word search page..
You've donated your car to charity
how far can one travel with a turtle's cane
are you caving in on life or is life caving in on you.
the glitter of youth has run its course
down the mountainside of your life
dear brother I fear that you've 
abandoned your mind-
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She was to be the one
we'd made big plans, 
she'd get her teaching degree
mine would be in biology...
then we were to marry.
She was going to take me to her beloved Wales
to visit her precious birthland
romp in the shadows of 
red dragons and castles 
where clans engaged in battle
stroll along-the ocean salted hills
to the very home she grew up in..

I went away to school,
time and distance have a way of crumbling relations
creeping up the dark side of our imagination.
On spring break i went home to visit my love
forgetting about my painted toenail 
(the victim of a pretty tart, a few drinks and a dare)
My Welsh love took one look at the bright red toe
and suddenly her trust in me had a little less glow..
though I assured her the paint job was purely platonic
that toe was the beginnings of our relationship rotting.

Strange how our lives pivoted violently
on a drunken dare and a red toe nail
that cost me the love of my life, 
the atlantic ocean and an English castle.

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trying to keep sinking relations afloat
is like patching a old boat with stones
for certain It'll go under
sharks will move in to plunder 
then crap out your miserable bones


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"Its a girl" are the deadliest three words 
in the history of the world.

They were impoverished,
and the birth of a girl did not bring smiles
as boys were always more cherished,
what it did bring were many options 
all of them heart crushing and desperate- 

To lay her on a trash heap outside of town
seemed cold and harsh they reasoned
and wild beasts might painfully finished her off..
and to toss her into the froth of the Yangtze,
she might get battered about to much.
How about lovingly putting a hand over her little mouth
but neither one had the heart to do such a thing,
"besides it may take much longer than we think
could we handle the stirrings and quiet screams"...
We could gently place her in the chamber pot
they thought and seal off the top
at least it would be dark and quiet,
but the pot would surely 
be a constant reminder...

They finally decided, like million before, 
to place her in a basket 
perched high in the arms of a tree
at least (they reasoned)
her last day or two would 
be spent amidst birdsong
moving along the leaves..
and the breeze might comfort her soul
as it makes its way toward the heavens-
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You wouldn't know it
but there are other colors out there
the world's not all black and white
there's red-yellow-brown ….
but in the news its always black and white
and always about white cop killing black man
because it sells-its a pissin moneymaker
blood and conflict make money
black on black doesn't sell
nearly as well..
For a day can't we just crawl 
out of our skin take a breath and forgive..
we've got racism on the brain
its become a reflex now to shout it out
if you disagree with a point of view
that's why there's so little dialogue
in every case real or imagined
its always racism
racism on the brain
nothing changes
its all about black and white
it sells-and sells big
makes billions of dollars
the riots and looting are cherry on the medias' cake.
Even their newspapers will stain your fingers
just like when you're booked at the station
because they don't want you to forget them
they want you to be forever part of their record
the media treats us like tramps-simpletons
etches white and black violence 
into our heads over and over again.

You wouldn't know it but there's other colors out there
doing bad things to each other-
but who the hell cares about yellow on yellow crime
it doesn't sell-no ad revenue-no ratings
but I wish the media would give them some love and attention
stain their fingers for once to balance the ledger
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