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Marked for Exile

They came at dawn, no warning sound..
Just boots on concrete, bodies bound.
A flashing light, a tightened cuff..
No time to scream, no time enough.

They scanned my skin, a black ink mark..
A symbol small, but fate was stark.
No gang, no crime, no war I waged..
Yet still they locked me in this cage.

A land so far, no kin,

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In Marked Territory

Homeless I lived,
without even a marked territory
to claim as my own!
How I wished I had access
to a mattress to lay my weary body
or a ceiling under my head!

But I had no place to be in
I have slept in roach infested tunnels,
under bridges and doorways,
walked alone through city streets-
a shadow lost in the absence of light.
In

In Marked Territory

Fragile, delicate, beautiful thus rare
Three thousand meters above sea
In marked territory, listening to
Gurgling downward flow of
Waters of the sacred hill
A precious bloom stays
in the shades of tall trees.

A three feet high plant
Shy of sunlight, 
Shy of plundering human hands
Shirui Lily, a pale pink bell-shaped
Flower that carries many tales
Shows rainbow colors 
Through Microscopic lens.

Snubbed for being
So

In Marked Territory

In marked territory, I must step with care,
For shadows past and present linger to snare.
Each step poised, measured, cautious, slow,
Falls on ground where furtive few, dare to go.

I kiss the bliss of ignorance, I know
Cannot dispel the florescent deja vu glow
Knowing virgin ground is non-existent,
All is done before, done for, insistent.

Even when I plow the

In Marked Territory

Acres and acres of barren land.
The dried tumbleweeds roll across the open field,
their roots dry and uprooted.
The quiet cotton field where slavery once beckoned,
the sounds of voices chanting,
the saloon where the taps flowed like blood through their veins,
the missuses with long skirts and huge hats—
a young miss sitting on the knee of some foolhardy lass.

The

In marked territory

When my inkless isles 
become drenched 
   with icy wintergreen embers 
of apologetic auroras ~ 
 and l i f e loses its lyrics in lilith's labyrinth, 
  this soul orchestrating in origami riddles 
           unfurls a cerise sanctuary ~
where the calligraphic

In Marked Territory

The ruler of his kingdom
He designates the lines
The pieces that belong to him
His subjects and their lives 

He rules with domination
His disciples are but fools
This powerful head of state 
Oversees and overrules 

His commanding reign of tyranny
A symptom of his fear
That the truth of his own worthiness 
Seep through his brusque veneer 

Deep within marked

In Marked Territory

I surf through the crooning crests
of warm, blue waters,
breathing poetry and prose,
carved in topaz and turquoise,
for I am the goddess
of the bittersweet estuary,
crowned with foamy salt and sea glass,
intoxicated by inked
sapphires and solitude.
This quill longs for silence and serenity,
where the scarred streaks of sunsets
cannot burn the edges of my
cerulean canvas,
adorned with holographic heartbeats.

In this marked

in marked territory

             my father told me that life
          was a series of emotional chapters
        like a map of my journey
        

In Marked Territory

When testing time invades profoundly my private space
I build a wall to protect the sanctum of the inner woods,
create a captive cocoon of imposed isolation 
for the soul to be preserved in the bliss of insulation.

I become a lone prisoner of my own making,
behind the wall of false sense of volatile pride.
I find the world

In Marked Territory

In Marked Territory 10-28-24 - Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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In Marked Territory

Midnight tightly clasps the darkness,
Like a wounded heart,
In between topaz edges of twilight
 And pastels of first light.

Jealous of its cosmos
Shoos away the master of the day
 Turning the face of the daystar
  To other skies
To claim small hours.

Guardian of vanishing infinities
Speaks 
Indigo borders
 For

In Marked Territory

The very hot summer is coming to a close,
fresh cool weather is in the air.
I love my walks on autumn days,
it puts a giddy up in my steps.
Off to the pretty park we will go,
looking for the In Marked Territory area.
The grass seems much greener,
with a very deep rich smell.
Open the gate quickly before I

In Marked Territory

The shadow of his flight swept across the ground.
Always the vigilant hunter at twilight's time of day
No swoosh heard from the hawk's feathered wings.
This swift and silent predator never makes a sound
when soaring through shrubs and trees after prey...
lizards, snakes, small game and other furry things.

His territory, the conservation lot next to my house,
is marked

in marked territory

One sign read
MINE FIELD
Follow the marked path

One sign read
MIND FIELD
Your path is unmarked

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