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Tick Tock You're It (12162025)

time is telling on itself the passage of time is stripping away facades allowing real character consequences and intentions to emerge true personalities motives and flaws surface as time passes no one is safe no one can remain deceptive forever everybody's under flimsy cover time is watching time is snitching time is telling

Verses Over Teardrops (12162025)

I dam against the flood bottle the ocean waves of sorrow like a levee holding back the rolling tide of grief and loss stitching deep cuts mending ripped seams before I break apart burst the pressure valve blow a hole through a tender soul bore the pain to pour ashes onto streams deafen the screams bleed out darkness it think it can hide from the light foolishly confine the feelings that threaten to spill the pot of spoiled beans heartfelt pangs finds a quiet release a marvelous peace to rehearse the scene wept more than slept night offered no solace to the sudden sound of a leaky faucet spouting off in the background

Gone The Distance (Repost)

wish I could catch all my thoughts and ideas in a net then I wouldn't forget or lose any of it in the process I guess because the sun shine and it rain sometime and I like starlight and the ocean at night when it's time to go deep I summons air when I need wind to lift the top pull me out of the box and push me some where to the limit outside of time permission is granted to enter the gate where the muse is standing reaching out and handing a scroll to me sun is lit still it's cold to me then all of a sudden it hits me "I feel the heat soles on fire burning coals under my feet "where am I" a voice echoes "you are there" this vibe is so profound I cannot describe I know I should write it down before it slips my mind while searching for a pen echoes the voice again "there is no time" I turn and cross the bridge to return holding the thought in mind along with the scroll that I received anxiously heart pulsating palpitating a beat just when I thought I forgot everything I was told I op...

The Kinks (Repost)

the process straightens the kinks clears away clutter a pathway to think it before you do it through things that are sure to shackle you face down in the mud tackle you what pained and angered you what harmed and dangered you process it through straight to point why the things you do that shackles you

Fifty Percent Off (12152025)

been trying to piece together a puzzle in my mind searching to find the lost parts the most important ones scrambling through the tangibles the key where is the key the box is locked entrance denied blocked if it's a stage it's a prop found a photo of pop in a afro with apple hat plopped on top I should go find a apple hat take it the gravesite and throw it on top of his tombstone his mind left long before he went home it was hell in the house I wanted out I forgot what I was talking about procrastination must complete the puzzle the doorbells ringing the buzzard the mailman comes early in the morning squeaking mailbox warning thumbing through the news to get to the funnies deciding between Gilligan's Island and Good Times I figured the white folks had a better chance of getting off the island than the black folks had getting out the projects experience is fragments got to get it together

That's Right (12152025)

I'm holding the laptop about to write then say to my self this not right grab a pen start to write say to my self nah not tonight unwrap a granola bar start to nibble mind on banana why are bananas so loud not the bright skin the scent seeping through the peel I'm scent sensitive bleach is kryptonite to me it kills me literally it sickens me it poisons me candles bother me too not the burning the carbon particles that spread when it goes out dust is the worst irritates ears and throat I got allergies you wouldn't believe it's a risk to breathe sinus problems up the wazoo what does one do when one sneeze and there's no one there to say "God bless you" it's not that important is it superstition is cultural roots different leaves falling from different branches on different trees what happens after a sneeze is that when a black cat run across your path who has time for irrational beliefs and practices based on fear and in case you're wondering yeah! I been jottin the whole time

The Shadows I See (12152025)

after summer somber November not like I remember I miss everybody most of all I miss the one I call mama no one told me know one knew on the verge got the urge to write a few to calm the nerve awakening the frontal lobe got to get inside before it close life path nine closed the circle drew the line thought I grew up in hard times grew up to find out thoughts do lie can't trust the mind rythem rymes with win some lose some the ism the idea the wizism I said goodnight to the night owl and the night owl says do you know who you talking to

Beneath The stained Glass (12152025)

enter said the door sit on the couch move to the chair don't get too cozy sitting there take a stroll through the house take a seat at the table stare at the carpet on the floor look up take note of the candelabra dangling from the ceiling ponder if to wander further discover the covers neatly folded in the linen closet see thirteen in the wall length mirror in the hallway remember age 13 then look away see the door on the left to the room peer in the bed the two nightstands the window the chair the television leave go in the kitchen stand on the squares see the brown range the yellow telephone hangs on the wall over the highchair flashback to the fall a year after birth the hurt pain tears held comfort snap back leave out go to the rear of the house see the green grass smell the lawn the bushes the strong rooted tree untrimmed burn tone leaves there it is look over there the garage it's open go in recall the time the smell of old dusty abandoned spider webs when a child turne...

Bells And A Clapper (12142025)

people today holla "BOYCOTT" we tired we fed up we gone "BOYCOTT" we had enough the truth is boycotting is a great sacrifice people today ain't got the guts oomph nor gumption to see it through they can't put down that phone long enough to lift a sign and picket those people in Montgomery Alabama who refused to board the buses demanded equality in a system that their taxes supported had to walk a long way to and fro had to travel miles and miles to go to the store alot of 'em didn't have a automobile they all couldn't carpool some let my granddad tell it some of 'em didn't have shoes people ain't made like that no more people today ain't got what it take to buck the system they can't put that phone down long enough to challenge the racist power structure they gone talk they gone tweet about it on X they gone TikTok up and the YouTube streets and do it for that Gram people today ain't like those people in Birmingham 1963 Project C people today wanna "BOYCOTT" for all the wrong reas...

Time To Saddle Up (12142025)

Learning how to swim is a survival skill, learning how to ride a horse is a wise move.


		mlowe5 says: Indeed. Thus, must be actions to straighten and settling of the parallel. ONE. Peace and Love. poems by this commentor A CISTERN OF POETIC LIGHT FILLERS OF ANCESTRAL SPACES MARCHED OUT!