Death Retold Poems

I'm younger than I look but big
a food desert will get you large
but not in a good way.

I'm fair for a black boy
but the hoody...

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What
is this
vibrant void
of no-thingness?
Fret not, oh hermit!
The truth is thus revealed:
the visible world is thought,
which is preceded by desire,
birthed by our narrow ego cravings,
a dream...

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survival is a plot-
not some innate 
thirst, nor the
curse of life.
so many lives
criss-crossed
wide open acres
of paths lost.
there are no
more choices,
decisions are
givens & living
is a story
retold....

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This tale is a human tale,
Now hear the animal wail,
That was a painter of low sorts,
Fewer fines and more of odd lots,
Diminutive and strong,
With a...

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Her batter dead body laid there.
Her face bruised and unrecognized.
The tears ran down my face in fear.
As I looked upon my grandmothers eyes.
Why did this...

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