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truths89 · 6 months
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Conditions
If by knowing you:
A demand is that I set aside clarity for a fog, Or trade harmony for the demagog
I will go analog and burn the memory of you like winter’s log
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zisaaziza · 8 months
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truths89 · 10 months
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Albeit
When the scapegoat becomes a black sheep, how somber the weep.
When evil sharpens your wings, you pierce the sky and to the divine your destiny clings.
When you thrash in the waters of your sunken soul, in stillness, you remember this is how you become whole.
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truths89 · 1 year
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I have been placing temporal bandages upon spiritual injuries, and misinterpreting my cosmic mysteries. As I peel this self-discovery, I am inebriated by sipping from divine distilleries.
Zisa Aziza
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truths89 · 7 months
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Ornate
I am no one’s keeper:
As a Saturnian Disciple, I frolic in frequency, as a beholder.
In transcription, for the hertz, can YOU be a holder? 
As I am not a placeholder, but an alchemical policyholder. 
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truths89 · 1 year
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For those of us who embody the intersecting identities that society chooses to marginalize, sorrow and despondency become the riverbed within, where we learn how not to sink into our quiet cries —because there is no search party enlisted for our missing souls.
Zisa Aziza
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truths89 · 11 months
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Divine Favor
I’m a honeycomb, out of sight;
Cloaked by destiny, my nectar is the light.
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truths89 · 11 months
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Inquest
There are societal problems that mimic broken code. In the computer framework of reality, there are equations that are insolvable. Not because scarcity is a governing force. But because exploitation and capitalism are wedded until death. The mutations of revolution are cheap transformation that codify and pacify. But the ship that is earth seems bereft. As she reluctantly capsizes, in accordance with her evolution, she surrenders life to its own spiritual transcendence and divine resolution.
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truths89 · 1 year
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Black women live and die with chronic health issues because the medical industrial complex encourages self-neglect, by literally incentivizing it through mechanisms of misogynoir and dehumanization. As I twiddle my fingers, and rage at the bodily pain that necessitates that I engage with the MIC, I am saddled with grief as distinct as atmospheric rivers. Nonetheless, I’ll tow and row this boat of a skin vessel towards salvation.
Zisa Aziza
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truths89 · 1 year
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Spiral
You can’t appreciate the abyss, Until you taste the expanse.
Your soul a tongue, Upon which awe dissolves.
Despair resolves, And joy evolves.
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truths89 · 1 year
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In life, when I close doors, I do not pick my own locks; no matter how tempting the knocks. I have no desire to make a paradox of my spiritual development, and its nonlinear clocks.
Zisa Aziza
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truths89 · 1 year
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The ecology of our collective psychobiology is chronically inflamed, while social isolation renders the human spirit profoundly maimed. We are a dysregulated society in need of a cultural detoxification and capitalist sobriety.
Zisa Aziza
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truths89 · 1 year
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In the university of life, I skipped calculus, failed statistics, but I was born with a mastery for spiritual logistics; A poetic mystic, who fashions linguistics as devotional ballistics.
Zisa Aziza
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truths89 · 1 year
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Night Owling
I believe that when I no longer seek to be seen, I will be in the line of sight. You see, in the darkness you become your own light.
(To whomever) You are not privy to the fruit of the seed you disregarded. Because when my soul was unguarded, and misery was hoarded, you thought my joy would never be rewarded.
I know too well that insanity and spirituality are twins of a different temperament. Through the shadows of my own psyche, I became an emigrant. The journey has been both benign and malevolent. From regions that were desolate, I crafted wisdom that dares to be elegant.
And quite honestly, I am wary of a person who cannot give a compliment. I find this to be prevalent.
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truths89 · 6 months
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Synchronistic Colonies 
Heads in the sand, living in a sand castle  The gravity of propaganda can be a hassle 
1948, or 1776 The overseers are full of tricks! 
Always Halloween with Democracy  How we love the drizzle of hypocrisy 
Eat the skin, wear the skin, never of the skin I’m speaking about melanin
We sharecroppers — tithing to a nation multiple times: 30, 40, and 50% of our income
The Amerikkkan Dream is a simulacrum, From which we feast upon its breadcrumb
The bemused vassals of a false empire, Not quite realizing the spread of fire is dire 
9/11, or Shabbat 10/7 False flags and dead body drags  
The most terroristic image is the American flag  We a swag toting Imperial sleaze bag 
If you Pro-Israel, now I know! You down with the Lynching and Jim Crow 
And as I review my racialized trauma reports Amerikkka being Israel’s consort, the truth it supports
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truths89 · 1 year
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Emotional Servitude
Take: One
Educating your spiritual assailant while mammified to console their internal grievance with accountability. This exchange is replicated along racial, gender, class, sexual and transnational dynamics. Because the threat of violence is not theoretical but manifold and material.
Take: Two
Niceness degrades trust Because words that are powdered in perfume
Are void of truth and begin to disgust Like a failed charismatic intent to groom
When the real lack of concern is apparent Forced politeness becomes aberrant
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