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Somewhere in the darkness, there is a gathering of cockroaches and in the center there is a Jimmy Swaggart type screaming and holding a Bible saying how Rome’s Caesars are organ grinders and their emperors are peanut vendors but this book is still here and it still says that Jesus Christ is coming again.

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what surprise?

whispered in hallways spoken in secret reverberating 'twixt time and space it's never quiet here but i am waiting, always waiting for shadows to take form and eventually show their face so far, and yet, so near i walk in a faceless world i look behind, i sense something here i shake, i shiver, i tremble with fear the ringing in my ear keeps pace with the jackhammer heart against my cemented rib cage i have come too far; i must be brave i unlock my frozen tongue and say, it's never quiet here but i will wait for silence i will hold for grace

- a collaborative poem written in the #Sparkipoemi zoom workshops this past weekend by @emipoemi, @julesgems, talia_loveitpoet (IG) and myself

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i’m micro plastic maxing. i want to give birth to a baby that’s already got shoes on

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For World Poetry Day

LOGOS

In the beginning were the words.

Fast like rivers, slow like honey.

Sharp like quills, soft like wool.

For every picture a thousand words,

speaking the world and all its creatures.

Where are we born? A sea of words.

Where do we dance? A floor of words.

What is death? A return to words.

And heaven a tale that, like a moth,

flits about from lip to lip,

chasing the lamp of eternity.

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The past does not fold neatly,

to be pressed between pages

or tucked away in drawers that catch all things.

There is no tidy packaging that will keep the things that were

bundled away where they will eventually fade to dust.

Unlike the hands of a child clumsily folding and smoothing a thousand dreams,

the past does not bend simply because

the desire to make it so breathes in the mind of the remembrancer.

No it does not fade softly into the silent night

though the endless reaches of emptiness

would be only too pleased to swallow its grief whole.

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among the giants

i tire of looking for the idyllic.  moving from place to place, one thing, then another.  -there is an itch, that will never be scratched,  some inborn compulsion that restlessly prompts.  i want there to be more than this.  i struggle to press beyond the page,  scrabbling blindly for some hidden meaning, mumbling to myself, almost as though i were praying -then wondering what this must look like,  a madman, lost in his wilderness of words.

what is it that i could possibly learn,  that would ever surpass,  what the wilderness already knows.  walking among these giants, they seem to say- endure, cease trying, just be,  but i cannot seem to stop the madness.  i am, the ever unsatisfied famine,    of human nature.

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I shot my past and buried it killed its friends and family but can't stop it from haunting me till the day of reckoning

Cole A.

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August Thirty-First, Two Thousand Twenty Three

Not the end

Of something lost or found

Never love anyone but

The reflection you provide

That which is not there

Unless light is polite and kind enough

To help you see something else

#august #storm #stories #the modern man #fear #poem #no #hate #rain #die #made it #transgender #pop #LandBear June #travel #old songs #time #of #this #rain poem #got #help #thank you.

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august 30, 2023

Nothing happened the way I wanted it to.

The world still stands upright and proud

the sane progress onto their normal parades

there is little change and much concern for another

and I still hurt from the truth of no concern

which is of no consequence to the dear reader

of such selfish remorse and reflection

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28//23/08//

More than anything

I would like to know if I

No, nothing, never mind

#august #storm #stories #days #nights #no #deal #pain #trans #hurt #fear #wife #son #better days #pop #love #gave #suicide #suffer #diease #rain #poem #hate #die #the modern man #dieases #haiku #haiku poem #haiku poetry #original haiku

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23/8/29

When I was young

I wanted a boyfriend

to tell me I was pretty

#august #storm #the modern man #fear #trans #no #deal #grief #ugly #what the fuck #hate #damn #hurry up #and die

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august 30, 2023

Nothing happened the way I wanted it to.

The world still stands upright and proud

the sane progress onto their normal parades

there is little change and much concern for another

and I still hurt from the truth of no concern

which is of no consequence to the dear reader

of such selfish remorse and reflection

#august #storm #hurricane #still getting evicted #still hurting #now my friend is dead #i can't live anymore #what else is there to live for #I can #hurt #rain #the modern man #LandBear June #pity

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8-26-23

Your Majesty

I regret to inform you

That you are a fool

#august #storm #stories #haiku #fool #damn #dreary #same old shit #can't make it work #hurry up and kill me #i don't want to live anymore #I hate my fucking life #I wish I was brave enough #trans #ugly #not feminine #no one takes me seriously #I hate everything about myself #suicide #hate #fear #rain #no rain #no sky #no story #just

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8/27/23

Was trying to make

A letter of support for my child

To let them know

That they never will need to know

Shame and despair

As what their ugly parent was

But then I had

To wash the dishes and clothes

Someone left behind

#music #the modern man #video #help #the #august #stories #please #anger #storm #suicide #eviction #no help #no hope #no problem #rich man wins #white man wins #transgirl #misgendering #sad #sick #fear

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This map is the most up to date version as of 3-4-2023 and takes into account all recent movement on anti-trans legislation

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... in the caress of air,

in the silence of the moon,

in the smile of a cloud,

there is the presence of those who are missing ..