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Coffee Shop Flyers

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Coffee Shop Flyers

Coffee Shop Flyers     I think I’ll have a caramel toffee mocha.   “tall, Grande, or venti?”   I could tell she’s been working at Starbucks for awhile.  A fake shine of happiness on a Saturday morning with a line of customers already with their minds made up just waiting…just waiting for a workaholic […]

We the Poets

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We must come to embrace our literary minds as the great educators of  life because through the many roads we have traveled, we have become the expression behind the sacrifice with our written voices translating our emotional prose into echoes that will travel through time as our genetic ink. We must come to value our […]

A Capella

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A-Capella

Their eyes sing to me like they are instruments whistling on these streets of A capella. Her smile is enough to make me sway as she stands in front of trees that doo wop in the vocalized winds of challenge. She is barely young but not old enough to be a woman. Yet she has […]

Argument With A Poet

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Argument With A Poet As he studied my attention I refused to blink.  He told me things about my- self I tried to keep hidden under a coffee stained American Eagle sweat shirt that found me on the Clearance rack. I told him to fuck off!  But he continued to weave his words through my […]

The Joys Of A Poet

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the joys of a poet

My birth was a publication as my life has become the awaking of new journeys risen from the history of literary pathways enriched by minds fluent in the poetic language of discovery. I sit here and smile upon the horizon of new beginnings and the voyeurism of past sacrifices as a mercenary defeating the internal […]

Through A Third Floor Apartment Window

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Through A Third Floor Apartment Window

Spring sings through the microphone of melancholy skies as I take a sip of a delicate breeze through bohemian eyes. I am a wanderer with a mind rapidly in bloom as I look down at smiles existing as journalists in discovery of the beauty of being. Through a third floor apartment window I am looking […]

No Longer Am I

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tower of strength

  No longer am i   hidden behind unmovable walls unseen, unheard, unwanted   I busted through the plaster and freed myself from my own silent disaster   and now I stand exposed   no longer am i   held back by the chains of distain undefined, unappreciated, unknown   I shattered the links of […]

What Happened In Harlem

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  I woke up one time in the 1920’s.  A slight drool tickled my chin as it dripped down on the current edition of “The Crisis”.  I was a long way from home and along way from my time as I sat at a small table off to the side   in a little Blues […]

Awakened

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Awakened I am a pause stranded between the history of tomorrow and the future of yesterday. Time stands still. I walk with feet that travel nowhere. Sidewalks end yet are paved by forever’s hands. Everyone sees me; I am invisible, no one pays attention to my silence. The sunlight heals my absence with its radiant […]