July 2010
19 posts
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Entitled {Be Still.}. It’s where I spend most of my time.
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Across the Line (Part One)
We sneak off to indulge
In the moment.
My love and I steal away.
Giggling and clumsy,
To snatch glimpses
Into marital bliss.
We slow danced across the line
Clearly defined;
Grooving to Nat King Cole’s
Sophisticated crooning.
I staggered through
My conscience
So that I may tell you
In a grown up way,
That I love you more than
I am ready for.
Mimicking a look I saw mother give father,
I run...
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The Break
I have realized
The dangers of a passion
Left alone to starve.
Small morsels of
Grazing skin-to-skin
And bartering full glances
…Tease the longing soul.
However,
While a cloud of the unknown
Hovers close,
We are temporarily shaded
From the sun.
Here,
We find relief.
From the intensity
Of hope,
The pull
Of commitment,
And the exhaustion
Of desire.
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“Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts,...”
– Bob Marley
via InKeDspiReD
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Big Brother's Shadow
Smiles and Bright eyes. I regard my youth with With a bit of fondness Because I had you. I followed you closely…fascinated, Because your manner Hinted at a strength outside Your years… …and inconsistent with your “kool-aid” socks And high-top fades. I. Big brother’s shadow. Never leaving your side Unless the sun was down. [Your bedtime was later than mine.] Grins And high-fives. I hated...
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"Tommy!...You Ain't Got No Job, Mayynn!" (Haiku)
worse than laziness:
disguising idleness or
work without progress.
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Reservoir (Mini-Series. Part 7)
Watch me, love, and wonder. Confine your peripheral vision on my silhouette Only. Notice that I’m secretly doing work. Though I won’t tell you exactly what I’m up to, know this: It’s all for you.
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to my faithful few...
Hey.
I’m 24 and a writer. Grad student by day. Hoping to save our children. Managed to be a Christian but not politically conservative. Go figure…And I’m Black. Thank God… (recognize that? that’s called humor.) Nice to meet you…
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with...”
– Maya Angelou (via moronicbeauty)
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Stick-Up (Mini-Series Part 4)
I came to you: Level-headed and Whole-heartedly With Flawless diamonds hidden behind my eyes, and a pure, expectant smile. But, you took what didn’t belong to you. And I want them all back, you Thief.
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Haiku #4642
women silently
giving birth to corpses. Who
will speak for the dead?
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Deep vs. Shallow (Mini-Series Part 6)
I know that my waters run deep, but the moment I notice that I am being watched; caught underneath the gaze of your mind’s eye, I cast my smile as far away as possible and quietly wade around the shallow end. I cannot show you just how deep it all goes.
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So To Speak.
I have an odd request for you. Maybe two… Speak up. Tilt your chin upwards slightly, Straighten your back and meekly resound your mind to me. Arrange your words straight as an arrow and aim directly for my heart’s flesh. I need to know you aren’t afraid of sounding off. Flapping your gums at me, so to speak, even if a time or two Is to let me know that You. Got. ...
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“I will sleep on dry pillows now, in a bed big enough to love myself in.”
– Maya Del Valle (Spoken Word Artist/Poet)
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Economics
Beautiful people
Nonchalant in their existence.
Cigarettes properly placed between fingers,
With postures slanted upwards toward dignity;
Floating among themselves,
Gloating.
Basking in privilege,
Yet secretly despising one another
And the wealth that has them all
Entrapped.
Silver spoons gleam brightly from
The mouths of babes;
Blinding the common man,
Straddling the fiscal fence
In the...
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Love's B-Side
Growing up I believed a great, incomplete truth. fantasized & sacrificed every moment on long bus rides and nighttime silences wishing and longing for the day when I would find a great love that would suddenly make my existence easier. blame it on my naivety or the fabricated, woo-like factor in the media. no matter the source of fault, I wanted it more than my next breath: ...
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Tongues
we do plenty of talking and not enough listening. our own native cries drowning out the voices of those across the border and on distant shores. “love me!” is the chant; booming loud and urgent. If we’d just take turns to listen we shall discover that we’re all saying the exact. same. thing.
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