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spring.
It is the beginning of a season of new life
Love, resurgent.
I stare out at the budding flower, the bees busy
Pollinating petunias and moving amongst magnolias
I feel the Sun burning against my skin
Creating a glow that hides the dark void
Where your love once was
Where laughter was sonar
Where my cries are now silent
In this season
I miss you.
Comes Truth
By Robert Stewart
Seasons
passing
Purposeful
Reasons
Winter sleeps,
Spring awakens
Summer lives,
Fall remembers
In the circle of the world
We pass it up
Through this changing,
The course of our fortunate misfortunes
From fear, comes courage.
From humility, Comes laughter.
From forgiveness, Comes love.
From passion, Comes purpose.
From faith. Comes peace.
From you, To me,
COMES TRUTH....
Convenience store
we were at the 7-Eleven,
doing our elven things
when we heard a little clink
coming from the sink
and so we rushed to the back
along with our minion pack
and there glowed red,
a button above our head
a buzzing sound could be heard
together we conferred
to look on
for the source of the sound
it led us outside
to the quiet midnight
and when we had aligned
we saw the big neon sign
and before our eyes
the 7-Eleven said its goodbyes
it got up on all fours and took a stroll
maybe looking for some place else to patrol
then after a while our vision got blurry
and so we turned around in a hurry
in hopes of passing acquaintances
but alas, we got silence
Growing Up
sneakers turn into heels
platonic turns into feels
morning's blue skies
turn into purple twilights
once loud houses
turn into quiet places
and light-hearted jokes
become dark, serious thoughts
and playground dates
become late night treats
and of all the things i wished for when I was younger
growing up was the deal breaker
but never did i think
that i'd lay down without a blink
of sleep, and wish for times
with childhood rhymes
Clandestine Affairs
There’s ice in your eyes,
where there’s fire in mine,
But darling, ice can burn-
The sad thing about our story,
is that we end in mortal doom,
For every moment we’re together,
Turns our hearts into a tomb.
You melt for me, and I burn for you,
both of us withering away.
But at dawn we stand, forgotten pain,
to live another day.
I love you with my soul,
rather than my heart of fragile strings.
even though I run from our clandestine affairs,
I find peace in what they bring.
I stood in a gossamer gown,
your eyes tracing the fires of my eyes,
and as you knelt upon your knee,
I whispered, “Do you think that is wise?”
You said, “Darling you can destroy me,
for I was only ever yours to break,
My hands were meant for yours,
as we cross the frozen lake.”
Even in the utter chaos,
The only peace high up in foreign spires,
Can only be found with you, so-
I’m stepping into our raging fires.
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This IS America
White people screaming “this is our home, we have a right to protest!”
Except you stole this land
and only like the speech that suits your supremacy
You can’t love America and hate Democracy
Try to stage a coup and topple its foundations
Fueled by hate and lies and Bud Heavy
Breaking windows and hoisting flags and spitting virus
won’t save your man or any soul you have left
Police give them the white glove treatment
Try to “de-escalate” and “talk”instead of their usual approach of
Shoot first, ask questions later
Because they only do that when your skin has more melanin
On the day a Black woman who once picked cotton in a past not so long ago
celebrates her son’s election to the Senate
Using a system designed to keep him out
Two worlds clashing
Their dissonance amplified for the world to hear
It sounds like we were the savages all along
I’m Dying With You
I’m dying with the cowards
I’m dying with the heroes
and rapists
I’m dying with the barflies
and the sinners
I’m dying with you
we’re dying together
I’m dying with my dog
I’m dying with all the actors
and playwrights
I’m dying with the guitarists
and the painters
I’m dying with your people
my people
I’m dying with the cities and towns and countries
and skies
I’m dying with the warthog
and the Siamese fighting fish
I’m dying with the rivers and mountains
and music
I’m dying with everything natural
like I should
I’m dying with the flower, the pastry chef, the old men behind
the counters
I’m dying with millionaires and welfare getters
I’m dying with the children
and parks and playgrounds
I’m dying with famed athletes
I’m dying with animated voices from cartoons
I’m dying with designers and congress
I’m dying with science
and religion
I’m dying,
with
and without you.