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Light/Shadow

The light fades slowly on the horizon
like a farewell, hesitant and forlorn
and the night is born with no hurry to be night
lost in the shadows of what’s yet to be drawn

There’s something in the air, a gentle sigh
an unseen movement drifting through the trees
a secret vanishing with the breeze
perhaps a memory that never learned to fly

Words may fade
but silences still hold their weig...

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Lost Angels

martyred
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Los Angeles

thug poetry

40 ounces of malt liquor
Olde English and calligraphy

slurring my words…
sounds as if I’m speaking in cursive

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Kill Me Now


Every Day I Dodge A Bullet.
Every Day I Shoot Myself.
Every Day I’m Looking Inward.
Inside I Die As Well.
Death Like.
Spilling The Ink.
I’m Lost In Every Day.
I Think.........
Forget My Dreams And Sleep.
What Is Here, Un-Surrounds.
Kill Me Now.

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FOURTH SONNET

We worship the Unholy Trinity,

Our Gods of War demand child sacrifice,

Fresh blood must flow for all eternity,

Wide eyed and shiny booted they’re enticed.

 

Before the altar of Church, State, Arms Trade,

The top-brass gleam in searing summer sun;

Smart ranks of little darlings on parade,

Think: ‘daddy’s war must have been so much fun’.

 

If they should di...

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