Occupational Hazard – Random Thoughts
Sometimes I take myself to that sad place intentionally for the sake of the writer in me
Then I have to shake the heaviness I feel after I’ve created something broken and beautiful
Sometimes the sadness lingers with me for days and won’t let me go
The energy is strong from music
Experiences and other people trauma
I call it an occupational hazard
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Soul Ties – 2013 June
Bondage
He is
Dead in my womb
Bruised spirit
Other men can hear it
Trying hard to sear it
I-am-bonded-to-you
I can feel the disgrace
Painted on my face
Calvin Klein suite case
In-my-soul
And so
I must!
Pray to something way far
Up in the sky
To help me
Break
This soul tie
Light lily’s breeze through his buildings
Turning his mouth cotton candy
Was a moon to me that exhaled my essence?
With laughter
From embarrassment
Or
From an hour glass
Timeless image
Faded photograph
That blew butterflies thru my frame
And sat me on pipes thrusting pulsed between my brains
Not even the roughest twister
Can tame
His hurricane
That paints
A picture
Of Her
Reaching – Poetry
I was reaching for a dream
A figment of my imagination
I was reaching for love and pillow talk
I was reaching for arguments and make up sex
I was reaching for long walks and holidays together
I was reaching for surprise parties and baby clothes
I was reaching for a dream
A figment of my imagination
I was reaching for you
The Loop ~ Spoken Word
We have stoops on streets and corners so what lands can be heard from the cracks on steps
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Tides flow empty and drums beat they beat I am beat
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And Miss Henderson waves good-bye to her son from the sun
And Sarah’s mom’s funeral was sad
Because fuck cancer
~~~
Life can’t be written away by historians or philosophers
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Tucked away trauma
~~~
Resurfacing
~~~
Triggers
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Nixon Malcolm Kennedy and Dr.Martin Luther King Jr.
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Under the earth where trauma goes to die
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Can you remember where you were when the twin towers fell
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A millisecond can’t alter it to any degree of logic
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What lives must die
~~~
Gravity
~~~
And memory will remind me
~~~
That alterations are tragic misconceptions
Of the truth
~~~
And nothing is more traumatic
~~~
Than the truth
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And time sets again
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The Loop
When after a week
He is grunting
Startled at the suck
Of my body
At the impossible of his luck
He won’t know
How easily we arrived here
Playing beats in the half light
Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today
And I will again tonight
Won’t know that I ruin love
With the melody of men
Slipping into the soft hunger of my dreamsWon’t know that I can make storms
And quiet themWith just a breath
When after a week
He is grunting
Startled at the suck
Of my body
At the impossible of his luck
He won’t know
How easily we arrived here
Playing beats in the half light
Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today
And I will again tonight
Won’t know that I ruin love
With the melody of men
Slipping into the soft hunger of my dreams
Won’t know that I can make storms
And quiet them
With just a breath
Casualties ~ Poetry
Darkness melted into my pain
One eye open to the sun
And my back to the moon
The earth whispers a calm
Graze memory
Casualties roam freely in wounded pastures
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Seeds grow thick
And heavy
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Till tears grew branches
And wrapped themselves
Into open wounds
And breathing
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Became difficult
UPDATED 5/23/2023
It’s interesting the different response (Or lack of) I got by changing the image and title. The words are the same but the image and title have changed. It leads me to assume … The link below holds a powerful image seen by many all over the world. Click on the link to view the different image. An image and title change can shift the meaning ❤
R.I.P George Floyd 5/25/2020 ❤
Obsession – Poetry
I have a loneliness
An isolation
An urge
That is unquenchable
Intubation (Re-Titled)
Darkness melted into my pain
One eye open to the sun
And my back to the moon
The earth whispers a calm
Casualties roam freely in wounded pastures
Graze memory
Seeds grow thick
And heavy
Till tears grew branches
And wrapped themselves
Into open wounds
And breathing
Became difficult
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