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Rantings
Tell my son I loved him. And laughed genuinely, many times, soul to soul. Those feelings of life my son, are real, those feelings of life are real. The world inside my head crashes to the ground and shatters and I recognize my flame and confuse that for my eternal wrongness. How am I making…
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Every Demon Within
and it breaks my heart but there is no other place to start. And no other place, in the wide world to look death and destruction are an open book. Every man and woman is not themselves but just pretenders in the realm and upholders of the fear and sure keepers of what they hold…
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Shedding Weight
Damn. Black skinned girl. Black skinned tribe. Damn. You make things move in me. And you make other things stop. And so I wonder What’s the problem… What’s the problem… What’s the real problem, in any of it.
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A Hard Woman To Love
I hate the fucking fairy tales and what they’ve done and how they’ve separated you from me and me from you and me from me and you from you. Glamorous poverty, fashionable drama. I fucking hate it. Blechhhh But such is life, no? There is only 1 best hand to play and you won’t know…
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True Love:Enemy Combatant
We are enemy combatants Men and Women And the only revolutionary thing Enemy combatants can do Is to make true love. If there are people out there staking their claim to one side or the other Holding up their flag or holding the flag of the other, unless they have made true love They are…
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Happy Birthday
Trust yourself because there’s no one else and no one inside of you and the because the weight from the outside, the opinions, the chaos, the directions they are meaningless in the face of your own truth And most likely it will be a wisp to start with a tendril of smoke indicating the still…
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Deja Vu
It’s dark. This is always where I was heading. Any surprise… It’s for… It’s for… It’s for… The crushing disappointment Hasn’t been crushing for some time. Not because I’ve made different choices But because of the choice I keep making. I am removed, No longer tempted But sated at all turns Hungry for nothing But…
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Anger
Sometimes…most times It brings me back. And I know enough, now, 22 years later… That it’s OK. That familiar, gleeful burn That “let’s fucking get it going” That “Oh it feels good to be back” I strut Internally And swing the shoulders of my pomp. When I am like this, it’s all I know, It’s…
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Poor poor poor me
All night and day I thought and felt And yet the time it comes to write It’s the middle of the night. And i get angry because There’s nothing else accessible Because I haven’t made the time I haven’t created the space I haven’t done it god DAMN it And so quietly And with a…
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Clipping On
I want to slide down Back Normal Ain’t nothing changed. Sometimes… Like now, This is the only thing that prevents me from doing that. Sometimes… Like now, This is like a fucking steel spike driven into a rock face. I clipped on.
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Dipping a Toe: It’s Messy
Am I ready For “Trump” And “Bannon” and “The Alt Right”? Am I ready for the hate they inspire? The problem is not them. The problem is the hate. And I don’t think I’m ready. The strength you need to take in hate and convert it to love is beyond me. I would much rather…
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The Worst Pain
The mind is a terrible thing To waste. I had a preconceived notion Then I gave birth To the notion that most of my notions Are ill conceived or, at least, Conceived from ill. There is really only one deepest pain For me. -All the rest are more like PR pain- That’s the pain when…
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