The Coffee of Contemplation

This is my experimentation for a poetry class I’m taking using a real object combined with an abstraction: Crushed beans from the calloused hands of a farmer, Wishing for better wages. Fair trade, or a fair trade, time for sufficient existence. No time for contemplation, no time for thinking, just doing, wishing for aroma of […]

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Nothing pleases, I’m all out; it’s buried, under the tumultuous strain– Strained, like the curds of yesterday, making our children fat, bold and kind. Oh yes, there’s a sigh as she washes the colonel’s matted hair “It’s atrocious, the weather,” he sneers at the grave. Spins Spins Spinsters I am not So go get your […]

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Surrendered Sky

A road where two cannot pass; a table with three names; a parable unspoken; a field with no games. They chance upon grass of blood, soft and unwise, a monster laughs at their skulls: “Drown in the flood.” Sleepless nights give way to dreamless sleep. Chaos becomes them, utter simplicity takes a beat. A thunder […]

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In The Flagrant Jump

I’ve been resisting enlightenment, the bright lights shone on my shadows as shards slicing into my soul. “Just let go,” the Goddess softly urges, “Embrace my design; it will nourish just so.” The sullen wind lashes my reluctant face, bruising my embarrassment, as I hide from my own jubilation. Oh but if I dance, what […]

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A Haunting, Abbreviated

An owl screeches at the seams. The darkened corners of the broken tree house  bellow a grumbling, “This,  you will regret.” Machinations of a yesterday bird, scratches at the wall. A hero called forth, no longer any song, to ring in the bright North, a melody of wrongs “Go get your ghosts, and make way […]

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The Disease Inherent

Awoken: Self condemnation, Standing at the edge of a lake He whispers, into the mist, “Take me tomorrow. Let me starve today.” The disease inherent calls forth his injuries; wounds yet healed and forgotten in his heart’s distractions He sways and shifts: Standing in the roar Of the Mass Mind Fearing The end of the […]

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His Corner

The champion relentsHe furrows his browAnd the champion winsBut his wife is downInThe Basement Of her mindLost and bruised Where’s her coachTo nurse her woundsHe’s out of touch With the majestyOfHerMoods Get back,champion,She’s bound to expand Like a forest on fireHe’s in commandBut cold as a liarOh sprinkling thoseLittle SweetLies Champion,keep guarding that heartAnd you’ll […]

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Black Bodies, On Purpose

Brought to broken lands to break and infuse, and confuse. White man burdened to direct the economy. Black bodies, White tools Spoil the land with the blood of resistance. Where there are cries and sighs, The comfortable ignore, and delight: This is how it is, How it’s supposed to be So niggers, Sing those hymns […]

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