Long Regrowing Poems

Poverty.
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing...

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It's not my choices
I regret,

But,
sometimes what I didn't choose
to do
or join
or say
or at least not forget

About not hatching up
or mashing down
some healthier choices
in a wealthier nontraumatic time
for restoring EarthTribe Justice
kismet.

And,
most of all,
I regret

My apparent inability
to...

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Alan Simpson,
a Wyoming Republican,
not known for his socialist ways
nor his sacred communion means of public discourse,
cried out in our Great Dark Night
of white bold
and climate cold
fragility,

"Money's dominance over politics
isn't merely one problem of many
our country...

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I go back,
reversing imaged time
to when I felt
and knew untrammeled internal space
responsive within external
eternally immortal times
of Earth's regenerative history.

For some,
less fortunate re-imagining,
comparing rights,
contrasting lefts
I hear no such winning exterior ecopolitics
with winning internal empowerment
and self-investment
since emerging...

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just cried
dont feel bad i have nothing to hide
im not hurt really as i am sad
because of what i couldve had
wish i could change it but i cant
wish i could get better easier like a...

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You seem unclear,
The fogged-up sky of a dewy morning.
You won't be cleared,
A blurred part of my vision,
A cataract regrowing.
A cancer eating up my soul,
A well dug up hole.

I know what it means to be hollow,
You...

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Forgiveness,
like trust
and the salvation of heroes
slowly getting back up,

Forgiveness,
of Other
and others
and self,

Forgiveness,
like trust,
and resurrected freedom,
is not instant,
like a package of oatmeal
or grits,
because growing
and regrowing trust
is a process,
like raising flowers,
blossoming in their 
and our own 
best...

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LIKE THE SEED THAT FELL IN THE GROUND
AND CHOKED DID NOT GROW
NOR FOOD OUR WATER NOR SUN
WOULD NOURISH IT BACK TO LIFE

LIKE THE SEED THAT FELL
I HAVE FALLEN TO LEARN
AND KEEP MY SPIRITS A LIVE
I...

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LIKE THE SEED THAT FELL IN THE GROUND
AND CHOKED DID NOT GROW
NOR FOOD OUR WATER NOR SUN
WOULD NOURISH IT BACK TO LIFE

LIKE THE SEED THAT FELL
I HAVE FALLINEN TO LEARN
AND KEEP MY SPIRITS ALIVE
I HAVE...

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The stars in the night sky twinkle, but never will they dim.
Small fish in the ocean feel threatend, but never cease to swim.
The leaves on the tree will fall, but never stop regrowing.
The tears in...

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