Category Archives: Poetry

Be-Mused

Marble cinder tinge, stubbed feet-
crusted sanguine, east spin of the wind
buckthorn smell, stepping on dead skin
element kindred, the belief of ease
simmering in that soul settling
tempest melo movement fugit
nomenclatures of a circumstantial kid
cherub tempora, glazing aura
endorphins of natures flora
nomen nescio palace, an observer, amidst grass furniture
daily absorbing the rays of solar moisture, feeling closer
celestial overture, the descants entrance-
enchants the clouds to fluff and dance
expanding climate, neonate searching
for a tongue that meets the inanimate
imitating the arrays of seraphic frames
intimate phrase, couldn’t give it a name

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interludes

Lets not allude to the pretense
freudian slips.
desk checks.
the essence of an answer – slapped thin
evocative neglect – suspense
on a whim .. a second guess
it was like shooting in the wind
a rusty trigger
that flayed thumb skin
I still pulled the lever
played the role to the liars paradox:
“never say never” a cloying crescendo
subtle licks, rain window tempos
they sullied these innards so simple
ephemerally. letting go. was so difficult.

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‘American equality’

An ‘American equality’
based on assimilation
so how are we free?
when this assimilation
creates class pedigree:

they would rather we leave
they would rather build thick walls
& separate our families
bleed our ‘countries’
& blame the seeds
steal our culture
& teach our history

It’s a systemic. servile parity.
endemic to the hyphened pledge-
on page #1 of the settler’s philosophy
on being self evident & manifest
above all that’s native
to this occupied continent

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Frames

Fashion me
in every postulation
everything you say
but you couldn’t change
the phrase that split
the age of decay
by night, by day
the gutted remains
glittered for display
disco balls, rusty chains
click.click, no frames
aims that missed
drip.drip, etiquette
rained picnics
a picture perfect
only on the surface

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Stolen Gold

The old wrinkled hand
covered with stolen gold

Lands bloodied and people sold
sold to the highest bidder
bartered
demonized
you are now a sinner..

Culturalized in the eyes
of a conquistador
colonized
institutionalized
with no rights

A history of genocide
covered and buried
under systematic lies
devised to divide
under the holiest of designs

Patriarchal blessings
left families raped
and oppressed in
their own continent

There is no conscious
There is no justice
There was no condolence 

As the hands digits
decomposed
bones still clenched
stolen gold

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Vs

General malaise
dystopian texture
pleasuring the haze
gazed @ the abyss
coined the phrase
days.. minutes..
hours.. seconds..
an oppressing premise
boundless by limits
on the fringes
blank spaces
between the edges
tallying the inches
with no images or digits
deliverance of the head
the death of id’s presence
a collage of innocence
and coerced instincts
a savage marriage of force
and inherent contents
constantly colluding
a brooding montage
unsubmissive
repetitive and cyclic
nihilistic feeling fully conscious
dueling the ever ending psyche
of reality and what might be..

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The Question

The stars chart a path,

pick and choose,

the dilemma,

the parable,

the illusion  of
the empty glass,
being half full
or at half mass,
math modulus,
the measure of
direct opposites,
constants on a tree
trunk stump band
revolving immobile,
felt in my palm folds
hand pattern murals,
codes of ones and zeros,
an innuendo of language
my tongue cant even imagine,
speech without a sound traveling,
forms that form with no shell skin,
apperception bound by perception,

the questions found within a question…

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