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Shots Fired Anonymously

gunshots, gunshots, gunshots
shots fired anonymously into the night

Why are so many shots fired in vain anonymously in the night
governed by unknown purposes on behalf of opposing ideals
engaged in conflict from behind a mask of camouflouged intents 
through the eyes of unforgivable hate by innocent hands forced
to injustly react.

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Beauty Re-Embraced

Ruby red lips
Luscious curves
A fire burns
When passions consume
Steam out of the shower has
Made me recoil from the
Impact of your beauty
In other words 
Your beauty made me re-embrace an
Earlier recognition
How beautiful I told the world you are
And how its not your 
Features that attract me
It’s your unmatchable
Characteristics
Your beauty has the mirrors 
Fogged up while the floors have
Become slippery in sensation
On me your beauty’s made a
 Dramatical impression
My thoughts have become
Hazy while my inspiration
Intenses 
Your perfume has me
High in the sky
As your drives have me surprised
I now recognize your thighs
Does the world have eyes?         
Or is it blind? 
Because I see you so uniquely refined

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Seclusion

Water always flows downhill
just as the sun has always risen 
in the east only to set in the west
Hearts cry out loud only to be 
answered by an echo.

A lady sits alone secluded in her
room tormented by the heartbreaks 
of her past in secret she wishes to
be compensated for all the days 
she lived in darkness.

Questions freely roam her mind
yet fear prevents her from seeking 
answers. Only she knows what came
from multiple heartbreaks and countless
tears that ran from her face.

Never again will she fall, never again
will she trust or allow herself to be 
completely consumed by hope. Hope
for the softest touch, the most beloved
kiss along with a virtuous heart.  

she wonders will it ever come as
loneliness hovers at her feet.
Prolonging her desperation envying 
those who found theirs first. She listens
to the words of those around her.

Who tell her to forget her heart and 
enrich her mind being reminded that
there is always time. Yet her heart 
will not be ignored nor silenced it knows
that one day her fear will succumb to love.

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My Heart Resigns

My Dreams, Shattered
By Reality

My Soul, Tortured
By Malaise

My Thoughts, Imprisoned
By Confusion

My Joy, Murdered
By Sorrow

My Hope, Executed
By Uncertainty

 Shattered, 
 Tortured,
 Imprisoned,
 Murdered,
     and
 Executed 


My Heart, Resigns 
By Suicide

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The Sun Revolts

What would happen if the sun,
Was to wake up this morning
In revolt and refused to rise?

What would happen if the Moon, 
Got jealous due to the suns’ Revolt
 Early this morning, and decided to
 Tonight to start it’s own 
Rebellion?

 What would happen if the stars,
 Were left alone in the sky confused 
Witnesses of a revolt followed by rebellion?

What would happen if in the aftermath
 The stars, held a vote resulting in a
Unanimous decision to flee the sky?

The sun woke in revolt 
The moon follow with its’ own rebellion
The stars eloped without giving Notice. 


Hence, "The sky would be left unoccupied with
Numerous Vacancies.  ”

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Heartbreak

heartbreak 
          is 
         the
       Orgin 
          of 
       thou
        who
    possess
          A
     broken
      heart

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Never To Be Forgotten

A trigger was squeezed.

Gunshots echoed through the streets, follower by an unnatural silence. How 
could it be a life was taken? The silence immediately interrupted by questions 
like who, when, where, how, over and over again we asked ourselves why ???

The questions faded out, as our minds were assaulted, invaded, and over ran by 
grief, sorrow, morning, pain, and sadness. Sadness was short lived. The sorrow 
abruptly turned to guilt, anger, hate, hostility, and thoughts of revenge with a deep 
longing for vengeance. After many harsh thoughts of retribution a sea of endless 
tears flooded the streets. We all anger over the withholding of the truth. Together 
we mourned your lost. “My loving caring, compassionate son, my brother, my 
nephew, my uncle, my cousin, my lover, my friend, my neighbor, my big brother, 
my lil brother, my hommie, my shorty, my round, my dog, my boy, my child taking 
by the streets ahead of your time.”

We all felt this family and friends alike, not I, you, him, her, them nor they. Leon 
it’s for you: we cried at your passing. We frowned at the way it happen. Yet Smiles 
illuminate the darkness when we’re asked about the way you lived. My son 
though you were taken from this world by injustice, far away in heaven well 
beyond the stars may you open your eyes. Through the masses your memory 
shall survive – Music, pictures, tee shirts, poetry, rip tattoos, and the ceremonial 
pouring out of liquor. Through us, I pray may your memory live on not stained by 
the evil that stole you away. Through us your family, friends, and from time to time 
a casual stranger, you will always be remembered as you lived. Rest in peace to 
My Tru Solider.

A SOUL NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN!!!