Long Under the skin Poems

Chains never fall completely.
Scars embed themselves like burns under the skin,
And even though the skin is a body, it cannot hide the shadow of the irons.
History screams, but its lips are sealed with silence,
A silence...

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Perpetual Quandries of Dischord

Permanent irreversible Attatchment disorder
A lemonade stand at the Mexican Border
A traumatised disorganised old lady hoarder
The incriminating evidence on an old tape recorder 

Elements of discontent shivering through a crowd 
Firmaments of promises...

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Darkness in Her Dungeon
 
 
 
 
 
No morning no bright sun
 
Just nuns all around
 
To recite bright light
 
For my freedom from
 
Fear and feeling off
 
 
 
 
But I would despise
 
In the outside those eyes
 
A black bundle in swirl
 
A hostile world looming
 
All conspiring...

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March fell against you
Like a cockatoo.
Leaned and ignited,
A burning chorus
Of quiet orchids
Yells me to your
Distance.

Our love dies
As before it began,
In silence.
Vast and internal.

The night stretches
Abandoned arms of
Battered silence
Across your great light.

I remember your light
Under the...

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              For in the depths of time's forgotten embrace,
A world, once lush, now shattered, displaced.
Anteeing up as joker, distant and vague,
I tread...

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The flood waters had drawn back
Land made its debut
The past gone and over
With nothing but hope in view

Hard work and labor ahead
Building and creating...what
Grown minds can't forget experience
No matter how one sought

...to begin again

After a...

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I remember*

I remember someone calling my name…
I remember someone whispering in my ears…
I remember someone calling my name,
Calling my name, when I was so in deep tears…
And found out that he was our father…
I was...

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New sedan tracked into the wet puddle on the sharp bend
Grasping for breath the engine choked to die splattering
Wheels crunched jerking to stop by the grassy pavement 
Hitting the ignition time and again to revive...

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I was born in a banana republic,
Between the carnivorous chains of Françafrique,
In an open-air dumpster,
Where tyranny, barbarity, and savagery speak with arrogance.
I am perfumed with all the nauseating scents of misery.
I grew up under the...

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Hard as a rock, Strong as a tree! Hurt again and again? But your not breaking me! A cut is a 
wound, An insult? just a name. I wont let you get to me, I'll...

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"What a Lark"


I used to be inspired once
like a lark beating it’s wings 
higher and ever higher into a
golden and blue eggshell sky.
Hailstones hit me 
during ascension 
and I’ve fallen
into steep decline,
lying on a pavement...

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"Come closer, you kids, let me tell you a story:
now you all see that there morning glory? Well
that was the blue of this little boy's eyes, born
right in this village; they named him Eli."

"Those eyes...

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The poet does not see reality, but sees beyond its enchanted veil,
Through his eyes unfold the mysteries of the world, in mantles of light and shadow,
A young wanderer on the paths of imagination, mastering the...

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The season approaches,
Speeding toward us on arctic zephyrs,
but the coldness is more than air
it seeps under the skin
where loneliness begins.

Is there any other day
where solitude's talons rake,
mutilating peace of mind,
quite so much as Christmastide.

Every commercial,...

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We are left in the field, forced to labor the land.
Not one tool in hand shall feel wrath.
Yet the vines should fear presence.
We were lead to this point where darkness found.
The morning dew looked as...

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BLACK LIVES
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My friend bridles. Huh! All lives matter. Is she is being 
deliberately obtuse? Should I add ‘’too’’ or ‘’do?’’

She adds, I’ve blacks in my family. We had
indigenous girls in nursing school. Never
treated them any...

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Snapping fingers, a low hum in the microphone)
 Hey, It's Café Jazz/ But we ain't just sipping black coffee and snapping our fingers in polite applause/
 Talkin' Bop/ first idiom where being white wasn't the...

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The characteristics of mankind has not changed from generation to generation
And we're all still the children of He who ordained creation
As there's nothing new under the sun and we need to comprehend
That basically we are...

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How was it possible? Ah, the mystery floats in the air, like a blue mist, dense and cold,
Enveloping the entire planet in a mantle of silence, of unspoken, unresolved questions,
In the eleventh hour, when shadows...

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Against the pale October Moon, a lone howling cuts
Through the chill of the winter’s night, gleaming yellow
Green eyes flash in the forests wilderness wild.
Sleek mystic swift of feet, white powder chameleons,
Living by the creed of...

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Misery weighs down your eyes, as you begin to read.
In this dance of lies, you'll forever lead.
If you can't stand, I'll see you on the other side.
Take my hand, for now the son has died.
I'll...

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who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have...

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It's a mystery I can't put my finger on.
A papercut under the skin.
Where has the truth gone?
Where did this world begin?
The pulpit reads the same script.
A chameleon's skin, in act.
Maybe the tower of Babel
gave us...

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use ...

choose ...
the hues of blues
blacks, whites - news
a day-old bruise that lies like torment

under the skin, thin, to squirm and tickle
itching, twitching to send you the fickle reminder
the daily, hourly, minute-by-damn-minute message
vestiges of the...

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The mirror knows.
It shows
More than you’ll allow it
More th?n you’ll admit.
The music stops
The heart – it drops.
At least, while you are dancing
You’ve got no time to see.
You’re gazing in the distance,
Avoidant of reflections.
You catch a...

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