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She say she wants to go home with me tonight as we sit by the bus park,
but I tell her we can make home right here in this moments,
haven't you heard heavens rumours that the god of love escaped,
maybe the rumours are true cause you are with him at the moment,
gods create let me create
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Categories: age, art, beauty, creation,
Form: Spoken Word

Echo in the fog

 I’m stuck in the silence between ticking clocks,
Where time moves forward but I stay locked.
Feet in the mud, mind in the sky,
Everyone's flying, and I don’t know why
I’m still grounded—wings never grew,
Or maybe they did, but I never knew.

I walk through crowds like I’m made of glass,
See-through smiles as they hurry past.
They don’t see
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Categories: absence, anxiety, confusion,
Form: Spoken Word



LOVING YOU IS AN ART

Loving You Is an Art ????

Loving you is an art,
Not just words, not just emotions,
Not just romance.

It is like carving a linocut,
Each stroke, each cut—
Careful, gentle,
So I do not wound the sketch,
The same way I hold your heart,
Responsible not to hurt you.

Loving you is an art,
Like stringing beads with patience.
And when the thread breaks,
And the
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Categories: appreciation, art, beauty, boyfriend,
Form: Spoken Word

BLOODLINE ECHOES

I walk with a weight that I never quite chose,
But somehow it fits, like the thorn on a rose.
The pain and the beauty, they bloom just the same—
Two sides of a story that whisper my name.

Born of a mother whose roots ran so deep,
But stolen at birth in a silence that still weeps.
They called it
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Categories: addiction, culture, identity, mother
Form: Spoken Word

Premium MemberTHE GROOVE IS MIGHTY HIGH

THE GROOVE IS MIGHTY HIGH/ LET’S THROW DOWN AND FLY UP TO THE SKY/
KEROUAC BLOWIN’WORD JAZZ WITH STRINGS/MILES AT THE BLACK KAWK, MAN WHAT A SCENE/ JACK AND MILES WALKED THE WALK AND TALKED THE JAZZ TALK/ NO BLUE NOTES HERE/JUST HIGH NOTES OF BE-BOP KOOL/ MAN I’M INTO THIS JAZZ SCENE/SAY BABY WHATCHA SAY?
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Categories: spoken word,
Form: Spoken Word



Jesus Doesn't Need A Rebrand - Part 02

If the message doesn’t have lights,
If the preacher doesn’t rhyme,
If the singer isn’t “branded” enough,
You say it’s not Spirit-filled.
Since when did the Holy Ghost depend on your playlist?

I cry for you.

I cry for the singer drowning in the noise of their gift.
For the preacher who can draw a crowd but can’t discern demons.
For the Christian
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Categories: 12th grade, age, allusion,
Form: Spoken Word

Jesus Doesn't Need A Rebrand - Part 01

Let’s stop pretending.
This isn’t evangelism.
This is idolatry in disguise.
You’ve baptized compromise and called it creativity.
You’ve clothed rebellion in relevance,
And made God’s altar a stage for your ego.

How much more of the world must you wear
Before you realize the Gospel is naked truth
Not a costume for cultural approval?

How many times must you flirt with sin
Before you
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Categories: age, america, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Spoken Word

Lust, A Dangerous Master -Part 02

If you cannot overcome lust in the time of grace,
What makes you think you will stand in the days without it?
For the trumpet is close, the sky ready to split
And only the righteous shall be removed from the wrath to come.

Flee now while mercy still calls.
Run from the screen, the scene, the shadow, the scroll.
Run
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Categories: 12th grade, addiction, conflict,
Form: Spoken Word

Lust, A Dangerous Master- Part 01

I lift my eyes from the place of my struggle,
From the dark corners where battles rage unseen.
My help comes from the Lord,
Maker of heaven, earth, and the depths of my heart.

Lust has destroyed more than wine ever could
It cloaks itself in pleasure,
But its bite is sharper than steel.
It kisses the lips, then devours the soul.

It
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Categories: 12th grade, christian, courage,
Form: Spoken Word

WORSE THEN DOGS

WORSE THAN DOGS

Mi step off di docks, salt burn in mi chest,
Suit sharp-press, hope pin to mi vest.
Windrush blood, calypso fire,
Dreams of gold — meet cold barbed wire.
“Welcome,” dem sneer wid a crooked grin,
Door slam shut — all ‘cause a mi skin.

Signs in window cut like knives:
NO BLACKS. NO DOGS. NO IRISH. — lives.
But truth
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Categories: abuse, anger, black love,
Form: Spoken Word

DAMAGE

I open my mouth
My anger spills out
I say things I don’t mean
And mean things I won’t say
Damage

Oh such damage

Strangers or friends
Words I can’t defend
Family is broken
From words that I’ve spoken
When will it end?
Damage

Too much damage

So conflicted
I’ve inflicted
So much hurt
So much pain
Words like weapons
Sharper than knives
Killing dreams
Shredding lives
Damage

Unjustified
Unspeakable
Damage
Bludgeoning words
Shattered spirits
Wounded hearts
Crippled lives
Killing words
Chilling words
Handful of syllables
Damage
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Categories: abuse, anger, hurt, pain,
Form: Spoken Word

Premium MemberChasing A Heartbeat

Chasing the Heartbeat Heart racing, pulse chasing, I used to be a living hell, But your love, man, it knocked me off my feet, your kiss was sweet candy made of sugar cane,  I’m no longer bound, not tied to my past, but on this mind-bending road of truth, I found in the gospel
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Categories: spoken word,
Form: Spoken Word

Premium MemberMILES AND POLLOCK

The smoky clubs of thought/ where shadows dance and poets talk of truth whispered low/man, a story without end/ can you dig it, my friend/ improvisation’s the key, always unlocked in time, a jazz riff echoing truth in research of a  paradigm/
assumptions about the nature of reality in jazz talk, scales, and harmonies, the
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Categories: spoken word,
Form: Spoken Word

Premium Member5:31 am

I’m losing a battle I did not choose to fight in,
I have waited nearly fourteen years for freedom. 
There is still no stopping him. 
I lay next to someone I adore and 
He still clogs my thoughts like hair in drainage.
I glance at my love as they sleep,
Peaceful and snoring softly,
And I wish I could
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Categories: abuse, anger, child abuse,
Form: Spoken Word

Premium MemberANDY'O ON THE SHOW

Andy O’(Snaps fingers rhythmically) The air hangs thick with midnight blue/And the city hums a graffiti tune/  a voice cuts through, a velvet blade/Andy O’, where stories are made/Poet, Musician, Broadcaster's soul/Navigating the sonic scroll of a downbeat that will never fade/KUVO Jazz, a haven's light/On Sunday nights, banishing the uptight/The Nightside a whispered
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Categories: culture,
Form: Spoken Word

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