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Karo Ska Poem
A blur of fur, it scurries quickly but
I hear a meeo-ow, tender, loving, warm.
Only, yesterday her eyes, they shimmered sapphire.
Now flecks of gold in pools of jade, they glint.
To touch her is to feel velour as she
caresses woolly fur across my face.
Low purrs, a bantam motor, gamma waves.
A shiny ebony statue, black sphinx.
With magic tinted whiskers, tilts her head.
A bounce and paws all four on top of me.
A moist and icy button brushes past she
exposes pearly arrows with a yawn.
The hollowed pyramids, they always shift
they twist for surround sound, twist to be
alert and quick; she prowls. So curious, life enchants.
A glorious game for a blur of soft fur.
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Sadness creeps. Approaches the depths of my toes,
Sails in silence through to my calves,
Sprouts mournful pricks of pain in my knees,
Slithers to my thighs to shoot my stomach.
I become a moan as sadness squirms.
A monstrous worm creeps slowly to my heart,
Lays its eggs so they develop sharp spikes.
My lungs leak, as they are filled with holes so
It is hard to breathe. My throat is locked in dryness,
Then the worms escape. They crawl out.
My lips part to speak, to yell, to free myself but
Sadness creeps. So worms emerge instead.
My mouth trembles as worms spill over lips.
Sadness creeps.
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Karo Ska Poem
Remember please inside these walls
Don't talk to pigs, no words to swine
In this home - here - on stolen land,
We loathe the cops, we drew the line
Remember please, inside these walls
Protect each other, reflect and snuggle
In this home - here - on stolen land,
We're comrades, siblings in struggle
Remember please, inside these walls
Fight the fascists and incite insurrection
In this home – here – on stolen land
We choose to live in status quo objection
In this home – here – on stolen land
In defiance we boldly take a stand
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Love is not romance.
Love is not flowers, or dinners, or dates.
Romance constructed through patriarchy,
mixed with western notions
of *preferably white* companionship.
Love is wanting to change the world
not through peace, but strength and sinew.
Love is reaching inside yourself
to peel away layers which are not yours,
but coercively placed on you,
by the status quo.
Love is never candies or chocolate
or holding hands in a movie theater.
Love is always the search for revolution;
the search for armed resistance.
Love will never be romance.
Love will always be us together
Against the State.
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