Standing Behind People

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You are the,
Reduction,

Sweet wine, the
Product of every,

Human Being,
Behind you, and

That is all;

Behind every,
Great human, is

God,

Behind every great,
Man, a woman

A woman, a man
A man, a man and

A woman, a woman, you
Are the original ancestor,

You.

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another chance at happiness

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give me
goodseed
and I’ll plant it by the roadside.

give me water and
I will tend it,
goodseed,
grow it

give me
laughter
and I will turn it,
and live it with goodheart,

and love it in
goodlight,

like softlight
on bone.

-♦Photo – Gottfried Helnwein♦-

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Human

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Promise,

Yellow and gold and,
Crimson;

Never make a promise.
You cannot keep them.

Never say I’ll keep a secret, you
Cannot.

You’re human.

Have loving thoughts for yourself,
And for others,

Practice loving deeds for yourself,
And for others,

Lilac spider,
Purple sunrise,

Effervescent stone,

Love wherever,
Whomever,

You can.

-♦Photo – John Foot-♦

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The Barbershop

Kiswahili in Brooklyn,

Mercedes outside, and
I’m falling in love with my country.

Seven days he works.
Day’s off, he says

Entrepreneur, he plays
Doing what he can to cut hair well and,

Provide a space
For the rich and poor,

The men and women,

Who do their hair and freely discuss,
Their politics in his space.

Mercedes outside is his.

-♦Photo – Personal♦-

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God

Did you hear me?
Within the bounds of righteousness, you

May do as you please, I miss you.

Finish and come back to me,
I am always here.

Have fun.
Be happy.

Photo – MoisesGomes – African Women

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A long journey home

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I am not poor.

I am not weighed down.
I am not ugly, fat, inadequate.

Not good enough, not pure enough, not strong enough.

I am rich.
I am free.

I am free.

Photo – Persian Blog, Omid

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Published in: on May 25, 2017 at 01:44  Leave a Comment  
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Jacob and his Angel

 

It is patience that destroyed Adam and Eve,
Not the hooded serpent,

With beady eyes,

Not the salacious Jezebel,
Hiding her fanny,

Not the woman,

The patience,
You see,

The knowing without power,
The waiting for death and its meager offerings,

You’ve got to face the day, come what may
Your smiling face will see rain again,

And it won’t be long till you drag your feet,
To slow the circle down.

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Photo – Jacob and Esau

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Dreamers

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Frederick Douglass, ca. 1879. George K. Warren. (National Archives Gift Collection)
Exact Date Shot Unknown
NARA FILE #: 200-FL-22
WAR & CONFLICT BOOK #: 113

 

I do not have dreams that I remember but this is the war;

That I was at Queen Mary’s trying to make up,
For slipping,

-skipping school-

And now the scent is after me, evil
Plastic lips and yellow handbags,

After my own whiteness,

Pure white, like
Extra-pure, like

Black is dirty, or something
And I prayed for others today,

Sold good cabbage,

Hoped it will all be ok in the end, that
It would all be ok.

Photos – Federick Douglass and Ufunk

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“Black Boys on Mopeds”

“Black Boys On Mopeds”

Margaret Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her
I’ve said this before now
You said I was childish and you’ll say it now
“Remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you”
England’s not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving
Young mother down at Smithfield
5 am, looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was “please”
These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
“Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you”
England’s not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving.

Photo – Sinead O’Conner

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Published in: on May 23, 2017 at 12:48  Leave a Comment  
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Counting Lovers

Cheese occurs at night,
Counting lovers, Gerald

Jason,
Daniel,

Some guy at the Holiday Inn,

Leonard,
Han,

Rolf,
Keshavjii,

Simon,

Like that, they
Say a healthy lifetime has ten to twenty,

Lovers.

Photo – Self

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Bound

And I’ll be dust to dust bound to,

Shifting black wicker furniture just so,
Patrons aren’t disturbed,

By the rain between,
The hair-do and the pedicure, separated

By at least,

Three floors if the lifts are working, me I’m just
Splashing mops against mauve tile, they

Flashing manicured smiles, we
Electing marvelous politicians in fashionable leather,

Leather of the season, bound

To let us down in Range-Rovers, bound
To coffee machines spitting frappuccinos, just

Hoping for a tip to pay my damn school fees.

Photo: ♦Psychology Today ♦

See also: Hector

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I lost my shoes in India

Religion, reincarnation, representation

sweets on a plate
empty tuperware

lens cleaner is,
What we took to bed.

Red he says, but he’s deaf,
With earphones on,

Police frames and Louis Vuittion
Handbag and perfumed,

Cardboard handbags,
And plastic lips,

Peach by the way, like
I said, I

Lost my shoes in India.

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