Category: Poetry

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Like a fish out of water (Poem)

Pots call out to the kettle (,) black froth boiling at the mouth as the rivers kettle of fish all end up hopelessly lost in hot water pans, going to pot.   To a T, we are what? ‘til the end, floating, carrying questions in streams we can’t see, believing our presence with the current,…
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It's nothing personal…(Poem)

It’s nothing personal…   Yet my world made me nonplussed where more was becoming less constructs over a core emptiness mirages coating our not being fussed   When it became more about being in the know less about knowing actual beings actors in this virtual show creating a mass acceptance of seeming   Though maybe…
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You don't have to hide, anymore. (Poem)

No more barrages against your confidence or seeking retribution, from your self-esteem as they robbed you of your compliments and you watched on, helplessly   Your shells, they broke and taunted Until safety was no more than memory lane’s trip and they flaunted, as their insecurities called them merciless ways, unchanging   Lawless – they…
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Killer of conscience (Poem)

I don’t want success if its terms and conditions chucks its cesspool at others as conditions of these terms   I don’t want this money If it bloodies my hands by banks that use it to exploit what these hands had earned   I don’t want a big house If that empty space just adds…
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Moths to flames (Poem)

Sight of decorative flames that dance, with rhythmic impulse its invitations draw the pulse in to its warmth of hospitality.   Its promises pleasing, lexicon teasing Like a friend of years, openly cordial Sounds of bubble wrap popping show no signs of stopping, until you draw near   You start to feel numb and cold,…
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Practice what you preach (Poem)

It seems for many of us we are enslaved to engaging in debates reflecting on our helpless case as we negate and abrogate.   Though most the time its hard to say whose are who’s views, glued to news frames that are framed around tricks, and fabricate to induce manic, and panicked states   Yet rather…
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Burning out (Poem)

Fangs of addiction marked by pangs and affliction When reality seems so strange, it draws fans towards fiction An exaggerated diction, can only pay so much homage to being honest, of heartaches… in the knowledge of what could’ve been accomplished   This soul knows too well, where it could be by now Its holes had…
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Don't tell me that I can't (Poem)

Tell me it’s improbable, Pummel me with statistics of chance, Convince me that my ways are illogical, That these dreams are but a farce, But don’t tell me, that I can’t.   Preach what no ones previously accomplished, Wished, but never carved the stone, Take me as a fool rather than accomplice, And dictate that…
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When the dust settles (Poem)

Is it to be, that only then… our vision would reach peak acuity? Only when the dust settles in nettles over floods of blood and meshes of flesh?   Our foresight is a sight for sore eyes, Cloudy sand-covered mists summarise politics tricks as we jump on every opportunity to jump at each others throats.  …
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Never in our name again (Poem)

Lengthy coma, wake to find a stolen identity, Within a name tarnished, was a branding as an enemy, The implausibility, in times where anything is feasible, Turned truth into a weakened tool, farfetched and unreasonable, A message at the heart of religion, never harm children and women, Now under the mask of its name, becomes…
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