Category: poem

Your Gift Is Special

The cancer of racism imbrue our national character. It taints our moral fabric consciousness. It stains the spirit of the soul. It’s a spot. A shameful greasy spot across the face of humanity.   Know your worth… Your Gift Is Special   Whenever a noun Person Place or Thing Doesn’t appreciate All that you bring

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A Glimmer Of Hope

Girlfriend brought a whole new meaning to “We Sick” to the doctors office.  When she sneezed it was I who caught the cold.  Needless to say, I was left standing, freezing in the North Dakota wind holding the ole carrot from a memory of what could have been.  As a child, I didn’t understand.  Now I

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Nyja: Beautiful, Calm Flowing River

Nyja: Beautiful, Calm Flowing River Her name means, “Beautiful, Calm Flowing River”.  Her parents placed a spiritual conviction upon thee and named her well with deep thought placed behind it.  Her calm voice is all too familiar, god’s whisper steady like a stream.  The calmness of her voice and the stillness of her spirit leaves his

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Her 90 Day Rule Before I Can Smash?

Her 90 Day Rule Before I Can Smash? FOREPLAY As I approach my 4th year of celibacy my birthday and yet another holiday pass, the emptiness and the loneliness begin to set in and grow. So, I dream of a White Christmas minus the snow. You are my Alaye (A-lay-he), God has blessed me… I

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Stay Away Little Girl

Stay Away Little Girl Run Away Little Girl (I can do bad all by myself) Run little girl, run little girl, run, run. (I can do bad all by myself) Run little girl, run little girl, run, run. (I don’t think you can hear me though)  Run little girl, run little girl, run, run. (Well, let me explain

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Ferguson: Michael Brown, Civil Unrest & Change

CNN televised the fiery passionate expression of a people in great despair. Poor people, angry, disenfranchised citizens of Missouri, Ferguson living and witnessing the American experiment. It was a day of shame that imbrue the fabric of our national conscious.  This greasy spot will be forever burned on the entire nations memory.  Malcolm X, my

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On This Day Of Shame

Day Of Shame On this day of shame, I’d like to remember all the people, all the entire cultures that are extinct; wiped out, removed from this earth just because they are different.  The gratitude and appreciation has been noted of those that have sacrificed their lives so that others could feast and be merry.

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Behind The Imagination: Her Sacred Seat

All acts of life begin with the imagination.   The Author of Her Universe. Thoughts manifested into words which created a particular character, place and thing. Its actions became a habit or a way of life which unfolded onto itself and ultimately became it’s destiny. No Words Can Explain It’s Greatness. Behind The Imagination: Her Sacred  Seat Behold our Creator’s work of art; the

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