Tag Archives: spoken word

False

What of the Truth! Say, what is that? It’s me and you and we and not; my truth is here, yours is there. Ours is both, yet neither too. One plus one is one, not two, when it comes to … Continue reading

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Shoefalls

One, two, they dropped both shoes right down onto me. Three, four, what there’s more! How many can there be? All my life, now I live in fright; The risk will never end. I know I’m right, yet still this … Continue reading

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The Towers of Ilium

Four braziers burn on towers high, each marking a corner. Yet no light emits from these brazen pits, their coals’ black heat just smolders. The cardinal flames have all waned to ash without their constant tending. It takes daily strains … Continue reading

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Stardust

What makes a star a sun?How we relate to it must.Can there be more than one?We’re all made of star dust. What dulls our shine?Is it our fear and hate?We’re all of a kind.Can we steer our fate? Not like … Continue reading

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The Worst Day of My Life

I love my home and I love my life. I also love my struggles and my strife because only friction can sharpen knives. I love the dark and I love the light. I love the day and I love the … Continue reading

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Blame Game (#tbt)

What’s wrong with my stars? It’s like I drew bad cards. Am I a victim of an inauspicious birth, cursed from the first to struggle, starve, and thirst? I look up at night and damn the sight. I turn on … Continue reading

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We

Ten fingers on two hands grip one rope of many strands. They pull up to the tallest height in hopes of achieving greater sight. Above, a million pin-prick lights. Below, the cities shine at night. Around the bend the sky … Continue reading

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