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Home For me is The brown sands Of the Sahara Where the scalding sun boils Intelligence in the Cauldron of Black skulls Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Raising Men

my words would not seek attention at the ulcer-ed conscience of unreachable malady they will not un-profit in screaming at corruption they will settle to build castles with the chaos of labour to raise children than rebuild men Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Good Night

The moon sparkles like a million diamonds As the silk hands of icy wind Caress the warm bodies Of honeymoon lovers Good night Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Good Night Lover

could I run out of words? Maybe for you, I may not find the perfect words to give expression to thoughts, but you can go to bed reading this, “you are special beyond the limitation that words can afford” “you even have the tendencies to stop the pen of a ready poet” forcing him to […]

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Rebirth

in pain, in suffering, in hunger I reborn myself! pushing the limits in the fortitude of travail. I will rise a new man Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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My Poem Are Beings

my poems are beings, they stand beside me and whisper counsel into my ears and my Pen? a pen of the Pen in a hand of The hand. Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Peace/Ploughshares

There will always be grievances War is the raging darkness Hungry for a slice of the human soul It is Thirsty To be drunk on the blood of innocent men The bar has been lowered and welded tight crushing the broken bended back of peace This bar Is not war, this bar is oppression No […]

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For Women Taught To Shame

so poetry lives in this body that has been taught to shame itself it wells up as a rebellion a switchblade to the well bred, well fed lies of a delinquent loosing status quo . poetry is serialized in the ratio of ostracized body sizes in the brain that dwells inside her head in the […]

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Spot

My buttocks are sore from sitting long My ears hurt from fangs of similar tongues My tongue: forlorn from penury of monotonous songs If remain on this spot I’ll soon be a spot! Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Who Says

i know a fish that a flies a bird that swims I’ve seen predators befriend preys so who says it cant be done? just walk them by and do it Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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