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The Daily Acts Of Living

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There are times I stand in the traffic of life naked with nothing on but the clothing of my own mind. I watch faces that barely breathe and eyes that deceive those who hope, dream and believe that our streets can exist without the propaganda of intellectual thieves; I watch strangers become categories; nameless figures […]

Fourteen

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Fourteen A moment of greatness is when one recognizes his own identity.  I was just a young boy, barely fourteen years of age staring down at a blank piece of yellow lined paper with a pencil twirling in my right hand. There were so many things to write but my mind couldn’t find the voice […]

Alone In The Dark

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Alone In The Dark I was a silly little boy sitting all along with nothing but darkness staring back at me. Most little boys were afraid of the dark; afraid of what lurked behind closest doors and underneath twin beds; afraid of some indescribable creature reaching to snatch them in their sleep. Not I though. […]

Old Aching Bones

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old black man

He caught my attention and stared back at me – with beads of gray hair (outlining his face) and an emergence of wrinkles (aging his grace.) He had a cane by his side as he rocked in his chair humming the sounds of all years gone by. His rugged hands explained his sacrifice as he […]

This Could Be Heaven

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This Could be Heaven

The clouds are combing the sky with the perfect radiance of blue; a clear blue that is shadowing down on this landscape of comfort. I am laying here, in the middle of this field of green watching the wind kiss the branches of time with a soft bliss. There is nothing on my mind except […]

A Poem With No Ending

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Happiness is like a poem that never ends; it is the jazz splashing from the tears in eyes when the joy of a smile drowns the dampness of sadness; it is the tender touch of a kiss upon the forehead of synchronized heart from the smooth gentle lips of renewal when pain has drifted and […]

There Will Be Tears

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You came to me in a wide open dream of reflection as on this day my mind has lost all direction as I am missing you. You know I saw you today; I saw you today/ in traffic driving young toddlers to daycare. I saw the delight in your eyes just being a mother and […]

Able

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and ready to believe.   As I sit and watch transient sunsets fade behind the fatigue skyline of a city, I remember the once proud façade of progress;  the many years dedicated blending minds and educating hearts to become one focus and join hands in the togetherness of equality.  Before I was born there were […]

Nobody Is Going To Love Me

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I want to love again I want to love again and celebrate the victory of two hearts cemented in a stone of everlasting commitment. I want to feel the voice of a lover singing to my heart. I want to hear the touch of passionate surrender embrace me and never part. I want to kiss […]

Nobody Knows Me

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Nobody Knows Me

There are no clouds today; no laugher worshipping an endless sky of windless decay. There are no trees singing in silent fragrances in the fields where children play. Today time has stalled becoming this witness on these tired streets where even history refuses to stay. And a stranger says this is a beautiful day as […]