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Truth is my Compass, & Wisdom my Helm.
once you know, you cannot unknow. once you have seen, you can never unsee. once you have allowed yourself to feel, you are freed from silence; for the submergence of one's truth only births havoc within the self.
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Truism Nugget: 002
I am unfit
to scratch the senseless
It makes
my sanity itch relentless
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Twiddle Twaddle
I am a babymom's to a childless mother
who teases me when I wanna smother
The dreamscape is a fruit roll-up I slurp,
and when I awake, I burp
I am pot boiling water, drooling for the sauce;
I’m fit to pop; God, let me floss!
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Truism Nugget: 001
Don’t be like me,
I got 8 toe nails.
Don’t force the fit,
let it be.
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Glistening
At the liminal locality of psychosis,
brilliance and cultish conformity,
I am sunbathing as I sweat droplets of gold
Cracked, chipped, and gleefully unbroken;
Eventually, the demons fold
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Forthcoming
if she ain’t perimenopausal,
the issue of arousal
may become spousal
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I Frolic in Frequency in Tribute of:
The famously queer and hypnotically strange, who know the weight and glory of their crown.
The late-stage adolescent who is impulsively detained by awe when witnessing a crone with her silver mane.
The Igbo girls trained in despair who know that neither skin hue nor womb will guard their unoccupied tomb.
The mystics who experience déjà vu within the dream they already knew.
The orphans who are privy to a saturnalia of exquisite irony and its bountiful refinement.
I write for the shattered who pray for glue to render their soul anew.
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Billet-doux for “Dorothy”: #002
There is a placenta developing
within my heart;
Please bring your heart near
so we can behold our pulse.
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Save the Last Dance
Julia Stiles broke some moves
And didn’t steal nothing owned
The chemistry of the soul’s music,
Our divine alignment, it behooves
Sway with the rhythm that grooves
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Amphitheater
The partition between fact and fiction
are as fictitious as colonial borders,
where within, we are both warders and boarders.
Nonetheless, I find that reality has the quality
of 4k as it bleeds with decay.
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Ineffable Babble
When skin is a breathing lung,
You taste particles unsung
Because the air clings to your tongue.
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Marvel
Time is a blouse,
Steam ironed by my mind
As I button up,
These hems unwind
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Train Riders
Has Hancock met Mary
twice by chance?
I was stumped by the dream,
where wrinkles faded into ageless bliss
It was more frisk than a mighty kiss!
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A Nibbled Gape
The rattling of keys
that squeeze your lock
Although eager,
patience, you must seize
The decrees of destiny
is a well-watered tree
The fruit must be ripe;
any doubt, away, you must wipe
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Anecdotal Yawn
I am being thawed by God;
Ensued by restlessness,
for the dharmic edifice
of Starseed eminence
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Classroom Note #004
There's no haven
for a divine heathen;
Nothing but spare ribs,
as I'm teething.
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Riverside
I indulge blueberries
as though I were a bear
awakening to shemitah
after a long hibernation
of protruded mystical realization.
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Spell: 037
Only to breath am I tethered;
Conditioned upon time,
I am unfettered
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