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Corrosion set in. my tie gangly
against the mint vintage attire
that my children wore to school.
momma' admitted she washed them
with her soaps like role models
that bore resemblance amongst a
plethora of troubled detergents
set to cleanse our hamper/bin(s)
in and out -- spanning a rioter
a race a king a hip protagonist.
their incandescent, brash bulbs
scattering philosophical school
houses into mass requiem diners
brooding a titanium feast, cold
with tenure. Bones dropping IQs
in simultaneous expressions for
urban reliquaries now dwindling
now cursing in unison against a
system. I drove a day in search
for god (doubtful) and existent
somewhere between the imaginary
mobile ocean of South L.A, C.A-
the whole of the promised land-
cut off by the pelting pool off
erings which encouraged cowards
to commit coexistent compliance
with other convenient wheelers.
this godless soap vibrating in.
from the foundation of my life.
The ghost of that god balled up
in the corners of those crosses
and I caught a glimpse of those
children in the rain - drowning
with those metal bones - momma'
and her fragile soaps, bleached
out to the whiteness of her own
realism. i sighed, turned to be
the boss-head and then saw Him.
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ruthlessness
the corners have forgotten themselves, insisting that they are the dust and soot that lies at the surface. to clean out the corners grasping tightly to grime, one must be ruthless. then the corners will be corners again. ruthlessness cuts away what is not. ruthlessness does not cut corners.
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Fool Me Once
It was that little glimpse of joy That got me so enthralled When it turned out to be a ploy I wished to end it all Mountain of shame, a sea of tears And valley of lost hope Pain that lasted me for years As I struggled to cope I looked for signs of deep regret For all the damage done Or just a little guilt, but yet I found that there was none All responsibility Was mine alone to bear Cowards like that bring tragedy And vanish in thin air Stricken down, I rose anew I'm not easy to kill Once now beaten black and blue Honestly, quite the thrill Just a bit of gratitude For the hurt that made me wise The life within me is renewed And you cannot fool me twice
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Hidden Sessions
I'd say theres always been a gulf between you and I;
a whisper in the hair, the girlish smiles I'd give you,
only fuel the fire.
So come on!
Make it worth both our whiles.
I'd show you my worlds,
take a candle to your skies;
I pull the whole thing through the needle's eyes.
I cant pretend it it's all in progression.
Kneading, needing you is my ending jest.
So come all now, the show starts to rise, and I pull you inside from your tiny mind.
I'll grasp your heart, ambition so complacent.
A wiry, weary, why of the true lessons.
Hold my highs, grab my lows,
inner wishes pulls through never thighs,
and I'll transform the biggest resi
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EDIT: PUBLISHED AT vox poetica.
Hey guys!
This is a new poem of mine that touches on some of the larger subjects floating in my brain lately. Man, work, God, fatherhood and all the kittle candle wicks still smoking in the same shop. I'm getting fed up with a lot of unnecessary evils nowadays. Kids, education and resposibilty - too much BS and not enough progress. This kind of stuff just springs up from time-to-time and BOOM poetry happens on it.
Either way, live to give life, not to make it harder.
Please give any thoughts or concerns about this piece. I'm willing to listen and improve on all fronts.
Questions:
1 - Did this poem effect you in any way?
2- Was this poem in any way insightful or thought provoking?
3 - Did you see any kind of literary merit here? If so, how? If not, please say so.
Thank you guys!
Hey guys!
This is a new poem of mine that touches on some of the larger subjects floating in my brain lately. Man, work, God, fatherhood and all the kittle candle wicks still smoking in the same shop. I'm getting fed up with a lot of unnecessary evils nowadays. Kids, education and resposibilty - too much BS and not enough progress. This kind of stuff just springs up from time-to-time and BOOM poetry happens on it.
Either way, live to give life, not to make it harder.
Please give any thoughts or concerns about this piece. I'm willing to listen and improve on all fronts.
Questions:
1 - Did this poem effect you in any way?
2- Was this poem in any way insightful or thought provoking?
3 - Did you see any kind of literary merit here? If so, how? If not, please say so.
Thank you guys!
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I am interested by the underlying theme, but there are points where it felt like the execution became more about acheiving a particular style than generating meaning. "Bones dropping IQs/in simultaneous expressions" - truthfully, I do not get what you're trying to say here.