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Censor Me

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Do not censor me

For My tongue won’t lie on the day of judgement 

No matter your persecution 

I entered this realm alone

And shall return the same

The lashings on my back from your torment

Will heal into a beautiful design

A lifeline to my future seeds

Who will call upon in need 

My fist will still rise up

Even with shoulder crushed 

And a cross bearing it’s nails

It will be the ones who came before

Who will lift me

And mount my soul on its throne 

And with open cowry shells speak letters 

Defining the past present and what’s to come 

Life burning like a mystical dragon

Through the spirit of my spirit 

No don’t you dare stop my indigenous teachings  

Do not try to subdue me 

With a false idol that fits your controlling ways

Docile for too long

I fight back with an embraced truth

No don’t you dare censor me

 

Eden in Misery

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There’s this darkened cloud above your words

This empty shadow that lurks behind your promise
Your lips gravitate into smirks as you whisper in my ear
Oh darling, I hear the poison rising in your tongue
The muscle tense in the strikers attack pose you know well
Pouncing on innocent lovers
Devouring with reckless abandon
I still want to hold you
Let me taste my blood off your mouth
As we both savor what’s left of me
Rain falls whisk me away
To drown in that lake 
Where once I held you
And where once I knew Eden in misery

This Moment

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In this Moment
I breathe and accept
The possibility in the impossible
The beginning that is death
The ending in believing we know
The illusion in control
The empty gesture in the ritual
The pleasure in the pain
The tears in the laughter
The joy in forgiveness
The sorrow in holding hatred
The arrow of words thrown frivolously
The target I become in sharing my world
The vulnerability in creating
The immense power of loving
The cowardice in hiding
The sadness in loneliness
This right here
That right there
The opposite of now
The reciprocal of the sum
The winter and the sun
The father and the son
In this moment
I cry knowing the connection
The cycle of birth and rebirth
We are this
We were that
Forever in this moment

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Downtown Train

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Downtown Train
For hours I have anticipated catching you
Looking up departure times online
I find myself drifting with the hopes of where you will take me
I know our ride always ends quick
Far too fast for me to savor the movements we partake of
Stop after stop flies by like a blur
Leaving imprints behind
Your doors shut abruptly over and over
As if you were a scorned lover
Light and dark track your shadows constantly
In and out of tunnels we go
Bridges we cross and wave goodbye
I don’t dare drown you out with earphones filled with music
The roaring of your motions plays like a melody in my ears
How perfect this affair we carry
Where screeching and passionate collide
You bring me to my stop with furious precision
Cold like you slam shut the doors to your warmth inside
And time after time I find myself standing out in the cold
Surprised to feel sad and satisfied at the same time
I watch you run from me
To the next destination
How you remind me of my past lovers
My downtown train…

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