Lucifer, son of the Morning

You are Guilty by Association Everywhere. Everyone will find a way to detonate your name to destroy what you have made there is nothing to be done about this. Let it fall down Let it die a desperate death nothing here is worth being cherished nothing here is worth fake love. *** Lucifer, son of […]

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To the black cutter

To the black cutterthis epistle is penciled with memories of wished-for pistols                                                                                                 memories of those mental recitals of the poetic suicides                                                                      that never comforted the spirit enough to clear up the intensity                                                                 of that pounding in your chest. To the black cutterthis epistle is penciledwith memories of when you recognized that there was still                                                                     eight pills of […]

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Perspectives on Mourning

Spoken word poem, set to the tune of: No matter how many chronicles we’ve written, the breath given to the depths of us can’t be spoken. Speak less, and yet the poet goes on. How many poems are written to the speechless? How many poems are written in the name of words that can’t be […]

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Nothingness-With Incomplete

 … the fact remains nevertheless that true love, real love – i.e., wishing for others what one postulates for oneself when this postulate integrates the permanent values of human reality – requires the mobilization of psychological agencies liberated from unconscious tensions. The ultimate sequels of a gigantic struggle waged against the other have long vanished. […]

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On Unprecedence

On Unprecedence   What has been will be again, What has been done will be done again There is nothing new under the sun.             Ecclesiastes 1:9   Now is a time for bible verses. Panic always gives birth to a Biblical tradition. My father called and said, “People better read revelations.” Revelations were being […]

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Carcerality of the Heart

You’ve witnessed the cycles as endless returns – the never-ending request for change, the never-ending quest for improvement. You’ve come to believe you deserve it. This is revenge for a history of what they called abuse. This is revenge for a history of what they called manipulation. This is your karma – to be trapped, […]

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The Cynical Slave

I am a Slave. I have no community. “Can there even be a ‘community’ of niggers, as opposed to a ‘bunch’ or a ‘collection’?”[1] I am a Slave. There are no Slaves who could grant me the senses and sensations of Life nor the perturbations of recognition nor the borrowed enhancements of institutionality and incorporation. […]

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CARRY YOURSELF IN

Carry yourself in. They’ll name you over and over, and make bridges from the ugliest parts of your body. Give them their content. They’ll mill over it when you die or maybe, cast it all into oblivion. Who were you born to be? A consolation for a mind. A problem. A question and a song. […]

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The Roses

Rose 1 I’ve always thought I wouldn’t live long. Primarily, because I’ve always known that living for my self wouldn’t ever be enough. Somehow or for some reason I’ve always felt that if I was to live it would always have to be under the auspices and authority of being something for someone else. That […]

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