Out of a memory It hit me. It's all a fantasy, This thing we call life. We've seen it all. Beauty and ugliness. Sexual ecstasy and unrequited love. War and peace. Honor and betrayal. Slavery and freedom. How...
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Perhaps I miscounted. Or maybe it was just a number I made up. But I heard it more than once. After a break-up. At the end of an affair. At end of a romance that had run its...
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Born into the kind hands of an Old white doctor, He was their first. And he made them proud. But the world saw him differently. They laughed when he fell down Or when his shirt was torn Or...
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Please. My Love. Do not be deceived By the words I write Or the words I speak. It's a composition, Not Passion. A creation, Not love. Yes, my love, A creation designed to thrill you And make you...
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"Tell me the truth. Don't lie to me. You want my body. To use it and take pleasure From it. That's all. I know it." No. I only want your love. (Everything else comes easy.) "Was I wrong?...
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I read Your Words And Heard You Retreating, Shuffling Gingerly And somewhat grotesquely Back Into your shell Imprisioning Me (Life?) Outside As another of your Mental Artifacts: As Another Frozen Image. Poetry From The Night...Cynthia
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A deluge. That's what you sent me. At a time when all of me Was preoccupied with living, The rest of me preoccupied with you And parts of me I don't have preoccupied with Dreams that can't include...
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I suppose I should have Known That Class 1 - A You Could never Risk Flying w/ No frills. Someone might Misunderstand And Think You Are one of Them. Accoutered You Survive And Outwit Even the Gods-- For...
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Rushing gently Inside I suppose Is Cool 'Cause that's How The ocean Takes the shore away. Each year it goes willingly, gently, little grains of time Mingling with eternity The wilderness Of the deep-- The unknown. Gently is...
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Of late, I have thrown Open My window Seeking Truth The Ultimate Absurdity For Humans Caged In minutiae Called sin And Reality. Even w/o These Bars My window Faces North And, anyway, The Ultimate Truth Is The Darkness...
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Only Chosen Men die and get to live Again. Jesus, Ghandhi, Mohammed MLK And a few others. Rebirth Is a gift Of the gods To One of their own. Poetry From The Night...Cynthia
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I should, I suppose, Thank you for the resurrect, Shouldn't I? Hope it's not too late. The resurrect, I mean. Of course. Otherwise I am Damned to that world of Benign death, A one note opera, Basso Profundo....
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In a free society Citizens are free to seek truth. Truth In a society Controlled through power Is consensus, acceptance, or silent acquiescence To whatever powerful men Say it is. Truth in Europe Is a flat Earth Before...
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It is easy to be unfair to yourself. Or unfair to others. It depends on whose voice is speaking. From what frame of reference. For the satisfaction of whose needs. Of Course. Reconcile the difference By walking the...
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Thug. A label applied mostly to Black criminals Black athletes Black men And Young black boys. Unarmed young black boys. Black Thugs. You mean... No White thugs in white America? No rapists, mugging, purse snatching, Home invading, drug...
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It's that time of the month again When I must suffer the pains of my period; A menstruation of ideas Aborted by an intellectual womb That was Denied its right to conceive And Bring a thought, a concept,...
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