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The other side. Is bright, And enriched with life. The cataclysm made yesterday has wisped away, and the darkness that used to harness your life is no longer causing you strife. The light, it is coming faster and faster. Every moment you move forward you break the cycles that used to break you. Every passing second feels like a shedding of skin, like a caterpillar … Continue reading Bright
The ashes burn like hot magma bursting out of the earths crust into the air. What was once flesh and blood and bones and breath is now a mesh of molten rock and burning scents permeating into the air. What once lived a life, is now noting but dust and gone with the wind. But suddenly, a crack opens up the sedimentary and covered in … Continue reading Like A Phoenix
The ashes burn like hot magma bursting out of the earths crust into the air. What was once flesh and blood and bones and breath is now a mesh of molten rock and burning scents permeating into the air. What once lived a life, is now noting but dust and gone with the wind. But suddenly, a crack opens up the sedimentary and covered in … Continue reading Like A Phoenix
A discussion on how I wrote my first book. I remember the feelings of doubt creeping in. the constant fear of my words not resonating with others or even connecting in anyway shape or form. I remember hearing the whispers of what I should be doing in selling and promoting my book. They were all in good faith, yet they breathed down my neck like … Continue reading Writing my first book
A poem about love I want to listen to smooth jazz on a cold winter night and rub your feet to some wine, I want to caress your soul with the frivolous confides of mine and dig up the gems that shine a light so divine, I want to know the aches that plague your heart and help you heal them, then make love to … Continue reading Smooth Jazz
Everything we know to be true is a lie Yet fear seems to consume us so much that We instinctively believe the lie as if It were the tangible reality The duality of this false truth Forces me to crumble and cry within my own mind And outside As I writhe in pain trying to define What is real, and what is a lie The … Continue reading The Truth
A poem critiquing the theft of black America, and a tribute to the late Pop Smoke Featured Image credit : REUTERS/Darren Ornitz They love the way that we dance… And they love the way that we move… And they love the way that we rock… And they love all the shit that we do… And when we perform for them… Yeah they’re Finn’ clap for … Continue reading Black AmeriKKKa
Sweet requiems that serenade ears become eerie screeches from sirens filled with tears when dreams and fantasies become tainted with everyone else’s fears Our eyes become blinded by the singing of other’s concepts that plague our mind-frames into believing that what we wished for isn’t a complete idea And instead of steering our own ship through the paths, we paved for ourselves we end up … Continue reading Dispersing Thoughts
Sundry fragments The sundry fragments of my soul are splattered across the globe in search of new Ways to become bold, brave, and no longer afraid Staring in a rage as I blame the world for my soul being in disarray attempting to discover my place in this paradigm controlled by dissonance Sundry fragments sprinkle into the atmosphere challenging the heights they can go to … Continue reading Sundry Fragments
I stepped outside today, Felt the fresh early spring as I ran, The birds were serenading to the world, She was listening, However, Our world was silent. No sirens, No people. I took the liberty of running without music, to hear the sweet melodies of my world, and one sound was missing. The bustle of people mingling about Lady Corona took that freedom from us … Continue reading Spring of Corona
