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Pass It On

An aging gentleman sat ALONE in a city park.
Westgate Park was its name and it extended
For many blocks, outletting at the Pacific Ocean.

A young man came ALONG and sat on the bench
Next to the 75 year old gentleman. Both were
speechless for a few minutes. Then, with the
Feel of a searching heart,  the yongster asked
A

Slavery wasn't slavery

There's a man who I call DeSatan
From Florida to Sunshine State 
who said that slavery for Black folks in America 
was beneficial and great. 
they were taught skills on how to be 
better productive slaves 
and those beatings, rapes and lynchings 
was simply how white folks behave
no need for us to get bent out of

her first squall

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             i once did kiss 
                  uh girl
            fromg her neck
    

Cantata of Wonder

I. Cosmos — Adagio maestoso

What was it Einstein mused…
when he spoke in a kind of mathematical show ’n tell?

“If I rode on a beam of light…
through the deep dark reach of space…
what would I see?
what would I be?
would I be anyplace?”

Then he chuckled,
stuck out his tongue,
made his eyes go wide —

“I’d be everywhere at once…
bent

Almost the Real Thing

That member when in use to procreate
is the very same men use to urinate.
Yet when released in an emergency
the pleasure’s pretty close to ecstasy!

In the Grip of a Panic Attack

"What's most horrible?" someone asked.
"What's most frightening?" another inquired.

Without a second, the soul replied:
"The panic attack."

One moment, I accept it;
The next, I encounter it.

Yes, it's a panic attack without any bear. 

It begins with a sharp chest pain,
A tightness that mimics the heart arrest.

A lump rises in my threatened throat,
My heartbeat races, erratic and unsure.
My

Destiny Helper

I find myself questioning my mental clarity and stability. My financial situation is neither affluent nor impoverished. It appears that a negative influence is attempting to encroach upon my well-being. Consequently, I have decided to dedicate Sundays to avoiding situations that may cause me distress. 

I recognize the need for personal reassessment and development. Throughout

Love's Beating

Soul of one's life, does it live to exist 
Perhaps emotional wreck of many desires breath 
Love, hate, judgement to feel as if thought 
Undying voice controlling journey of life 
You can not kill for its idealistic 
Realities truth to honesty in a race 
Can not hide, darkness depths can't contain 
Even the unkind feel

Apartment 310

	I
She died three days ago, the lady in 
the apartment at the end of the corridor.
She was eighty-three. The medics rolled
her out in a shiny black body bag, 
a not uncommon sight in this housing 
complex for the elderly. 

They found her on the kitchen floor, 
to one side of a chair. She didn’t even
have

Racism in the Workplace

Racism in the Workplace**

Racism is a prevalent issue within workplace environments, often manifesting in the interactions among employees. Given that individuals spend a significant portion of their day—typically six to seven hours or more—at work, the interactions with colleagues frequently surpass those with family members. At my facility, which comprises approximately 500 to 600 employees

Family Secrets

Eavesdropping**

"A good man is hard to find," my Nana used to say. I remember the day she said it, tears in her eyes as she carefully put money into an envelope for church on a Sunday morning. Earlier that day, she had been yelling at my granddad for what felt like hours. She was really

Individualistic

Not who you was but whom is portrayed 
We all with evil, pulpits shouts redemption rise 
Every is entitled to redeem heart of the soul 
Upon themselves the desire to want change 
Among mist of our depths lays stories, secrets 
Darkness evil hidden away torcher's pain 
Taught morals, respect, one looks for in another 
The

Planche de Chair Cuite

She was not invited

She was arranged

They never wanted Jasmine 
not the woman who brought basil-clean hands
and pomegranate soap 
who harmonized soliloquies into pastries 
while they offered only 
hinges rusted shut

She was not guest

She was garnish

Not Jasmine the flower 
but Jasmine the bulb 
strangled in its own clay
frost biting at the marrow 
buried beneath their polite

DELIGHTS OF CHILD IN ME

Carnival nights make the child-in-me 
delight vibrantly in freedom bliss
bask unmindfully midst colors of varied hues
create magical time of beautiful wonders
transforming chaotic world into marvelous haven.

Awesome kaleidoscopic moments
grasp me around engagements, indeed radiant
midst life turning oblivious from grim reality
bringing sheer laughter of amazement-joy.

Viewing the sights at exuberant perspective
carnival attractions invite 
me toward attentiveness-bliss
joining rides midst

Close All Doors

I knew, and you knew, that if I listened to "Unchained Melody," I would have surrendered to yesterday. Without the praises and disappointments, those deep, lingering sighs during moments of passion, our love seemed superficial by comparison. Everything changed the moment I saw his face in my dreams. Suddenly, the sweet sounds of Gheorghe Zamfir’s

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