Best Imprisons Poems

Am I man or ghost?
Am I mortal or apparition?
Questions or choices
or entwined reality?
For a state of confusion
sleeps within my fiber, and
slowly rips asunder, the final
sliver of my contemporary humanity,

Sunrises and sunsets go unseen,
as I fully embrace my departure
from time, human contact, and connection,
with a creative...

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Can anybody tell me how they get over that synonym,
             Missing. 
I am unable to regulate my soul, 
It doomed my thoughts, defeated
my entity, dictated the pleasure's 
off me, to feel the Moment.

Missing,...

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Here I swing inside my dark cocoon afraid 

to become all that I know I can be... A 

Black Butterfly too scared to emerge into my 

full potential and spread my beautiful black 

wings. I'm so afraid to spread my wings, to worried, 

about what...

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(Another childhood poem.)



Filaments tightly woven,

a chrysalis cradles me,

deflects the dangers;

it is an armored womb,

bright and hard.

Loosely woven,

a web imprisons me;

struggles snare me firmly

in these threads.

What weaves this armor

and this trap?

It is I --

I am the spider,

and the potential

butterfly....

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Pigs with wings
Woman with no rights

Allah strikes
behead the servants

Who pray tell imprisons children?
King Abdullah, King of chauvinists 

If a King sings his command
Women are dirt less than sand

The kingdom dances
Princesses dream and scream

Of days, where freedom rains
Washing away Saudi perversions

When you visit a Saudi king
I...

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Said the indigenous people of their land,
"Our Lord,
Since time started we lived here,
before prophets and their offsprings. 
We built sanctuaries and prayer houses.
Our Lord,
today like never before,
we are under siege
as suffering invades our homes,
steal our sons,
silently rape our daughters,
and imprisons our men.
Our Lord,
when will you...

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Fall, she dresses down, while 
winter prepares for its rest.
Summer wears her greenest gown, 
but never, ever wears a frown.

Winter can get grumpy; 
if awakened, he’ll spit ice; 
for he is a tantrum thrower, 
of quite the ugliest kind.

Fall, she is an artist; 
her palette’s...

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You

   I would never ever want to be a house to billet your soul.
I would never ever want to be a cage that imprisons your spirit.

                 ...

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The sparkling goodness imprisons an autumn sun
And takes me back to the tender days when I was very young
When I'd help my Mama pluck them off the ground
Tart fallen pippin apples which the warm brisk winds had found
We'd stack them in her apron hammock bed
And...

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cute love, destiny, devotion, i love you, imagery, lust, word play


OH OUR CUPID!  ©

Oh try to blight the course of this errand
It will only award an ‘undying’ sickness 
Turning the disheartened into ‘love-sick’ fools 
The deed is done and becomes a lost issue
Overtaking the...

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There is a certain pride in my heart, 
Deep in the gut of my soul, 
And in every moving cell working for the other
That preaches and presses in a padded jail
Where no other living soul can hear 
Treasurable, valuable words being uttered 
With conviction and...

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Abuse, of any kind, is unacceptable no matter what “good” comes from it.

Abusive, you
Lyrically expendable

You set my heart ablaze
At the peak of your animosity

Your apologies lingered amongst the masses
Sharing your ovarian milestones
Within your visceral declarations

Descending unto the bosom of guilty disgust
I recall those thrusts of...

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FREE AT LAST...Tribute To Dr. Martin Luther King

oh, Dr. Martin...At last free, but am I, FREE AT LAST
Will you follow me;FREE AT LAST
oh, excuse me pardon..Will you drink at the same fountain, FREE AT LAST
as JESUS, Gandhi, Martin;
oh, Dr. Martin...What about civil disobedience;
Free you never...

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He looks into her eyes 
  Twinkling stars above him 
 lift him upon a cloud

 Tiny buds open up
to taste the breath of life
Milk and honey  sugar and spice

Light, tender, fluttering 
 Love imprisons a little heart
as mommy's  kiss lingers on...

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I live in a world where there is no flow and ebb 
where flies are snared in the spiders web

Where anger is the clothing that spirits wear 
hand me down garments soiled with fear 

Where eyes fail from weeping incapable of emotions 
and the heart...

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