tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79779118647918676542024-03-13T20:57:15.593-04:00Glass StaircaseAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-2570396973484638822015-09-21T23:06:00.004-04:002015-09-21T23:07:28.310-04:00The Gift of Flowers<div style="line-height: 0.24in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 1; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">A
lost love found me, in you </span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">like
a lioness with belladonna in her eyes.</span></div>
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stare was poison on the tip of a rose </span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">you
had me smell that evening and</span></div>
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fed into the fluidity of your presence,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">like
the sun chasing shadows</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">in
an open field. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-14486333885409429562015-08-13T02:14:00.000-04:002015-08-13T02:14:22.074-04:00Rope<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Beauty lies within the controversy of
undiscovered love
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Echo – Love
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Flawed, so they separate for the art
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Echo – Apart
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Bound by darkness for the sake of
metaphor
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Echo – Ignore
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Tortured poets live and die by their
own hand
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Echo – Withstand
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Drowning in hopes of infinite light
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Echo – Spite</div>
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Gravity defied, only to add more weight
to the heart<br />Echo – Art</div>
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for <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dverse</a></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-36700058595498805582015-07-23T04:30:00.001-04:002015-07-23T04:30:18.063-04:00Light.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-44750594500417238072015-07-21T14:59:00.000-04:002015-07-22T18:35:40.769-04:00Untitled III<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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the fluidity of night
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ran smooth like a train
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on brand new tracks</div>
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I dream of riding</div>
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that train and one</div>
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of the cars being my home
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complete with
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a mail-order bride</div>
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a rare find like
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a white boot with</div>
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no scuff marks</div>
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and the curves
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on her body</div>
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matched the
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dramatics of her<br />heavy german accent</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-33611371084478091952015-07-14T13:58:00.000-04:002015-07-14T13:58:17.874-04:00Untitled II<br />
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I <b>believe </b>the words</div>
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these walls echo</div>
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when <b>God </b>speaks</div>
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in sign language.</div>
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<b>Love </b>is immortal</div>
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as the essence of a <b>mother</b></div>
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no matter how many times</div>
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it has drifted away like buckets</div>
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in a <b>river </b>where everyone<br />
washes their <b>hair</b>.</div>
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for <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dverse</a></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-50562878310776525672015-06-18T03:32:00.000-04:002015-06-18T03:32:31.737-04:00The Holy Ghostwriter <div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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if these words could uplift
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themselves from the page</div>
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they would praise you<br />like a pastor on his knees </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">for <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dverse</a></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-55483007465322806972015-06-04T10:53:00.001-04:002015-06-04T10:53:24.919-04:00Untitled<div style="text-align: center;">
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when my crown fell into the </div>
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flames, I went down with it; </div>
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I put it back on and endured </div>
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the pain until the crown </div>
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became a part of me; thus, </div>
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my personal hell was now </div>
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my kingdom. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">originally from my <a href="https://instagram.com/anthonydesmondpoetry/" target="_blank">Instagram</a>.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-581557951029312852015-05-18T21:53:00.000-04:002015-05-18T22:05:18.731-04:00You<br />
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-83c38fe1-69ea-dd42-c305-554e6d312b84"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Calla lilies black as the night sky</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">bring me to the bed </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">we once laid in</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your mouth grazes my back </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">like bison in the meadow </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">your nutrients seep </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">into the pores of my skin </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">as I lie in the afterglow </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and you sleepwalk </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">into my dreams at 2am</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">awakening me </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">from these memories</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">for <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank"><i>Insta</i>-Poetics </a></span><span style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-57168051498706598402015-05-05T05:29:00.000-04:002015-05-05T05:40:22.348-04:00The Words the Dead Speak <div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>for Frank Stanford</i></div>
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You are the darkness
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that backs my shimmer of hope
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like the night sky to a red moon
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like the woodlands
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to a wolf in slumber
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Death brings sober words
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to drunk characteristics
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Death reads the stanzas that
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fall from my fingertips
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in a language I find hard
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to understand
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as I see a lock
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of curly hair fall
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from beneath its hood
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The closest I'll ever get to hearing<br />
your voice</div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">©2015
Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">For <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">Poetics</a>.<br />I've written plenty of poems dedicated to Frank Stanford;<br />I wouldn't be the poet I am if it wasn't<br />for copying his bold style until I was comfortable<br />enough to find myself artistically. </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-75174162726285710672015-04-28T04:11:00.002-04:002015-04-28T04:11:35.212-04:00The Dayz <div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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I'm from solitude drenched in wonder, faith</div>
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and determination; bein' man of the house
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while retaining the heart of a child
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long walks through lush lands
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and livin' for late-night hangs
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I'm from a time where 'I'
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brought thoughts of self
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and not losing ourselves
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in the latest iphones
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I'm from momma's meatloaf,</div>
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mashed potatoes and gravy
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followed by banana pudding
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goodnight's, I love you's,
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and say ya prayers sealed
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with a kiss
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I'm from Hip-hop
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hi-hats over hard-hitting
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bass backing rhymes of bitches,
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hoes and who got the fattest ass
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to conscious streams of Amerikkka
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and poets revealing their darkest days<br />with every 16 bars acting as a
therapist </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*for <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dverse</a></span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-12830764178435809892015-04-16T04:17:00.000-04:002015-04-16T04:17:30.291-04:00Strap <div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I bathe in a washtub
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surrounded by grass and weeds
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I take buckets of water
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pour them over my head
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and act as if A God
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is purifying my sins
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but these riches are
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damned by the poorest
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of bastards with souls
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as cold as the leather
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they wish their daddies
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beat them with. They learned
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pain is love and I ain't
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talking about the sting <br />of discipline</div>
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*<i>For dversepoets - <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">MTB </a>. </i></div>
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<i>It feels great to write without thinking again. </i></div>
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<i>I really want to take my work in a more natural </i></div>
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<i>direction: smoother similes and less</i></div>
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<i>choppy metaphors while staying true to my core. </i></div>
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<i>Not saying the super complex writer in me is dead, </i></div>
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<i>I just want to be great at both styles. </i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-71941627773032148542015-04-08T20:00:00.000-04:002015-04-08T20:00:35.570-04:00Her Confession <iframe frameborder="no" height="450" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/199753779&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&visual=true" width="100%"></iframe><br />
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She's like a work of art from Nancy Lorenz <br />
her pussy is a gold pour box <br />
with holy water soaked lips <br />
that could wash any nigga of his sins <br />
if his kisses start at her feet<br />
a masterpiece of luxe Egyptian-toned <br />
canvas-wrapped flesh <br />
but as we all know, art is subjective<br />
some would rather project <br />
their insecurities onto sculptures <br />
that in some way mirror <br />
what they view as an ugly scar <br />
<br />
Shame the black men who scowl <br />
and run like headless chickens <br />
at the sight of her bouncing <br />
deep mahogany breasts <br />
and those who don't mind taking <br />
a late night dive with intentions <br />
of finding an ivory pearl to last <br />
a lifetime and as soon as they get theirs <br />
they assume her river is ran dry<br />
<br />
She's a tired goddess <br />
<br />
Still, I promised her that nothing <br />
promised ever holds up <br />
like implausible foundation<br />
so she put wings on her back <br />
and vowed to never accept another <br />
from none of these fuckin men <br />
<br />
She said<br />
I won't be returning <br />
the favor anymore<br />
tar from the tips <br />
of these niggas dicks got caught<br />
in my lungs every time <br />
I took a puff of that toxic love<br />
instead of flying <br />
I was caged like a canary <br />
in a coal mine<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-39198504567889984522015-03-09T20:48:00.001-04:002015-03-09T20:51:39.193-04:00His Confession <iframe width="100%" height="450" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/195053461&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&visual=true"></iframe><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time ran away from me while chasing wants </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought were necessities </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">obsessions with pussy money and weed bled on the floor </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of the confessional this was the first time </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he didn't mind asking for help</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the art of compromise</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but before hand bad habits </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">from the nuisance of itchy palms </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">lead to the scattering of regrets</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and he continued </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the mother's baby I took her for granted </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and I lost the only thing I ever wanted </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in the beginning and in the beginning </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the writing was on the walls but</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it's like I stabbed myself in the eyes with the pens</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so I was blind to the fact that I had it all</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he said</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She was the virgin mary </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and I was judas on my life </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ready to betray god if </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">this bitch decide to have my baby </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">devilish</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">devilish </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">she said</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">how'd it turn to this </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">how'd it turn into this </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the whites of your eyes turned </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">into dark lies and what's to hide </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in a home when the glass is tinted </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and your soul is cut from the world?</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He said being an artist is too big a responsibility </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">for some art is the only thing worth believing in </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">that means someone out there believes in me </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the way one might believe in god </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and I can't take the pressures of believing </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in myself because that would make me my own god </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">so I'll stay in disbelief </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">like america being the richest country </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yet we got millions with nothing to eat </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">just food for the soul when it's dark and lonely on this road </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">they call the life of an artist </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">usually plagued by a dead end and suicidal thoughts begin</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to take over when those world wide sales were dismal </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and international success didn't take over </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">that's why my sweetest dreams are my nightmares </span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and it's so hard to focus when you're not there</span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and I lose it wondering if my muse will ever</span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">end up face down on the pavement before I do</span></i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the importance of preeminence </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">can be fatal if you're not passionate </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and it feeds off you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.14in;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">©2015 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.</span></div><div lang="en" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.14in;"><span style="font-size: 14.6666669845581px;">for <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">d'verse</a>... what's your confession?</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-48931628857825866992015-02-28T14:55:00.001-05:002015-02-28T14:55:26.833-05:00At First Sight<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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I watched you like a play
in a field of strawberries.
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I imagined you were
telling my life story to an audience
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full of strangers; and I,
too afraid to have a seat.
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
So, I studied you from
afar and resorted to<br />reading lips as if I had
gone deaf. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>for OLN @<a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">dversepoets</a></i></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-32098830277393114242015-02-11T22:19:00.000-05:002015-02-12T17:00:19.129-05:00A Love like No Other<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
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A landscape was created with every word
I spoke;</div>
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you're like a canvas begging for
another stroke.</div>
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And like a sign from heaven I hear your
hum;</div>
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so, in meditation for the wolves, my
bones they broke.
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<br /></div>
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Not a holler in my heart for it beats
to your drum.</div>
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I hope you maintain faith in me, or my
flaws I will become.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
The goddess of my kingdom, royalty is
what you bleed;</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
even the trees love the taste of your
breath and then some.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
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The call of your name fulfills my every
need;
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forever together when I plant my seed.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
You're the reason I awaken from my
nightmare;
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
like a dove symbolizing peace, I am
freed.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
My dreams are woven with your hair;
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sleep becomes a necessity only when
you're there.
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
Of all the possibilities we could
share,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
I just want my dreams woven with your
hair. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Written in the <span style="background-color: white; color: #252525;">rhyme scheme of AABA-BBCB-CCDC-DDDD for <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">MTB</a></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-65953017774121374062015-02-03T00:15:00.000-05:002015-02-03T00:16:13.322-05:00Dyin' of Thirst <br />
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your heart is like a frozen waterfall</div>
and I'm climbing your icy depths
<br />
without a stitch of clothing
<br />
because I can't stop thinkin'
<br />
with my dick
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
these hard-ons
</div>
don't faze you anymore
<br />
'cause you know me so well
<br />
you know when pain is hidden
<br />
in the inky-blacks of my eyes
<br />
or maybe it's just you're
<br />
used to typical niggas
<br />
you read me like an open book
<br />
sprawled out on the floor <br />
<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">©2015 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.</span><br />
for <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">Poetics</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-43495367863701737962015-01-26T14:42:00.000-05:002015-01-26T14:42:56.216-05:00X̶̷̸̲̲̿ <strike><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">X</span></strike><br />
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Hair: like bondage
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it </div>
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wraps wraps <br />
and and<br />
wraps<br />
and and<br />
wraps wraps </div>
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around the arms and </div>
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not only stops movement </div>
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but it slows down time </div>
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Bound by the hair on God's knuckles, it forces </div>
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them to reflect on every memory they </div>
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wish they could forget; thus, the </div>
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enjoyment in pulling out </div>
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your hair is found.</div>
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<i></i> </div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i>I know it hurts but
continue sipping love nectar </i>
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<i>until you're
unrecognizable</i> </div>
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be my bitch be what I'm looking for</div>
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<strong><em>and water me</em></strong></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-14167152888890704402015-01-05T20:14:00.000-05:002015-01-05T21:02:42.072-05:00Chapter One<em>Dig spoken word? take a listen...</em><br />
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Her heart was like a Polaroid camera </div>
Old fashioned take her home to mama <br />
Kinda love but instead <br />
Of embracing her ambient light <br />
They keep her in the dark <br />
And never bothered to see her pretty picture <br />
Go figure; she's not commercialized nor modernized <br />
Like Retro Jordans for midnight release <br />
She's more of an umbrella in the pouring rain <br />
Searching for sunshine <br />
Like a widow who's at her peak<br />
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But will they ever know? No. </div>
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In the age where Instagram on the iPhone 6</div>
can replace a true photographer's weapon of choice <br />
And the poet's mentioning of writing love <br />
Letters gets a roll of the eye <br />
I'm steady asking myself why should I even try? <br />
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Why even... when <br />
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The, “if you ain't fuckin', <br />
then you ain't fuckin' with me” <br />
State of mind is the reason why <br />
Romance is dire need of resuscitation<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-79978760099520574612014-12-16T02:31:00.000-05:002014-12-16T02:31:08.390-05:00Meditation<br />
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I gave you the light that revealed the constant stranger </div>
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Turned relic to keep my faith from wandering </div>
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In the land of waning freedom </div>
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Where our daily bread </div>
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Is down to crumbs like the bottom of a toaster </div>
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Because each slice is devoured by the field talk </div>
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Of itchy trigger fingers </div>
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These elitist hands play magic tricks </div>
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And with each puff of smoke </div>
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Another slain nigger disappears into</div>
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The magician's hat faster than </div>
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The swipes on a fogged mirror </div>
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After washing away the blood </div>
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Of the innocent and plagued those </div>
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Poetically looking for temple</div>
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To express themselves </div>
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In a world that condemns nudity </div>
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Of the spirit so I hide my tears </div>
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And let them rain on my innermost thoughts </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-45039843822888704602014-11-24T12:04:00.002-05:002014-11-24T12:08:06.820-05:00Dreams of Limpopo<br />
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Baobab create gaps in the sky for light
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to shine on a palate expanded by love<br />
among the bushes that grew tongues<br />
—<i>only a select few weren't afraid
to pick</i>—<br />
instead of wild berries
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I asked the man, “where is your
heart?”
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as I waited for an explanation<br />
I daydreamed about the old times
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wrestling pigs and killing alligators<br />
with my bare hands
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unaware that the heart is to be<br />
connected to the tongue
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so a clear understanding<br />
is needed before any emotion
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is to leave the body
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the silence was like a conversation
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among the dead rose petals
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thrown at whoever left him so
speechless...<br />
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As we walked through rivers of
<br />
monkey apple pulp and crowds
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of women collecting the life juice
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as babies grasp the edge of mother's
<br />
paiute water basket. Everyone has
little
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to no pigment in their eyes, so a peek<br />
into their window glistens as the
children
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drink pulp that harbors more protein
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than breast milk like the starving
youth
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that only exist when I awaken...<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-87060206054202073152014-11-03T23:46:00.000-05:002014-11-03T23:48:10.355-05:00The Beauty.<br />
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She is the color of Swahili Aphrodite
laid
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darkness.
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She kisses the sun red
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to blend the bloodshed
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down to a matter of perspective
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so her view of the world isn't so bad.<br />
Her presence brings
a tear to the eye <br />
like raindrops
that distort your <br />
reflection on the
edge of a pond. <br />
She dances off
the high of long-winded <br />
debates
on heaven and hell's existence<br />
while running her hands over loved <br />
ones
whose time has yet to come.<br />
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All after washing the dirt
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of religion from her socks
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one last time in the same
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bathwater she used to
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cure her loneliness.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-22489084815325105272014-10-13T21:20:00.000-04:002014-10-14T16:38:06.151-04:00Acapella Lyricism: My Mind is in Formaldehyde (Timeless)<br />
(This piece is meant to be heard, not read--please watch the video.)<br />
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What keeps you alive will eventually </div>
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Kill you like a pack of Marlboro Reds </div>
To kill the constant leak of yesterday's stress <br />
Music is my savior so it's like cancer to a fucking asshole <br />
Who never appreciated a day in his life, until remission <br />
Then joy became his mission <br />
When I close my eyes I'm surrounded by Van Gogh <br />
They say a picture is worth a 1000 words <br />
So I'll forever search for synonyms <br />
To influence my metaphor and mannerisms <br />
Sometimes I'd rather mask it in a hoodie <br />
Of street colloquialisms but appropriation<br />
Has hit its all time high since <br />
The beginning of colored people time <br />
So I really shouldn't give a fuck <br />
If y'all can't relate, then you renovate<br />
And suddenly you become the leader <br />
Of the new school <br />
But I'm the one that's late<br />
Like I missed my cue on the music of life <br />
And told critics the piece was meant to be <br />
Slightly ambiguous (a lie as one dimensional <br />
As a pyromaniac's interests) <br />
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Hip-Hop inspires me so much you'd swear<br />
I wanna be a rapper<br />
But I'm just a writer trying to walk that fine line <br />
Between lyricism and poetics.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-16006135747061579372014-10-06T22:08:00.000-04:002014-10-06T22:08:00.813-04:00The Significance we Miss <br />
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Comfort in your own skin
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love that only comes from within
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yet, a lot of us are searching
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not knowing where to begin
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instead of analyzing flaws
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appreciate the beauty in anomalies
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like the pastel pebbles that line
sidewalks
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and cradle blades of grass.
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Dodging blessings we think we don't
deserve
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like a native's refusal to do the rain
dance
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in the middle of a drought.<br />
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Beyond the aggravating rituals
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I learned to love,<br />
how you carry yourself
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is peace brought into existence
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amidst the world's chaos
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like a drink of clean water.<br />
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We're writing about the little things over <a href="http://dversepoets.com/">@dverse</a>... Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03359959975341890512noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977911864791867654.post-66202220472286349242014-09-22T23:26:00.000-04:002014-09-23T04:12:01.951-04:00How They met Themselves <div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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Every time I ran my hands through my
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I felt the sweat, dirt and gravel from
between the toes of
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my ancestors. Faded, Dark Caesars
release the spirits
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as they, too, fled to France in search
of flowers without
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thorny stems that bring droplets of bad
memories
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with each sprinkle of salt in the
water.
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Rinsing sugar scrubs that remove dead skin </div>
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like Garra Rufa that
pool in Turkish rivers, </div>
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where the current's
strength reminds me </div>
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that everyone goes through a
time</div>
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when they're not strong enough to stand
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on their own two feet. </div>
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<i>It doesn't mean
they're at the knees
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<i>of their rivals: it's the makings of a
rebel getting lessons
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<i>on survival</i>. </div>
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And still, I wonder if
it's just me:
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a half-moon-haired bastard who
sacrificed </div>
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everything to give his all to what started as a
soliloquy;</div>
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but selfless, like cutting ties with my
doppelganger<br />
as he's a harbinger of death. </div>
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Poem inspired by Brooke Shaden's, '<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeshaden/6850818712/in/photostream/" target="_blank">Thorns That Flowers Grow</a>;' </div>
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For <a href="http://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">d'Verse</a> - Poetics</div>
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