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Welcome to my stories

Writings around the emotion, thought and intent behind selected pieces.

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Oleander Tea

Love is a dangerous brew.

It poisons hearts and creates relativisms 

steeped in dark corners few explore.

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Rockstar

I am a hypnotist... seducing ears with songs of love, songs of passion.

 

I am irresistable... twinkling eyes over the top of bad-boy smiles.

 

I am untoucable... reaching hands over red carpet trails.

 

I am a god... a royal in lands where there are no Kings.

 

I am Rockstar....

Seduction of Sadness

Sadness danced through our streets today. 

 

It caressed our unwitting faces and petted the tops of our hands...

A flirtation. A invitation.

 

 

Sadness flooded our ears with its divine melody today.

 

It pressed cocktails of sorrow against our lips...
Intoxicating are songs from an angel's broken heart.

 

 

Sadness asked me to dance today. 

 

Its hips swayed against mine, warm breath licking my neck...
Chills on my skin.

 

Sadness stole a tear from me today.

It offered me songs of prosperity, songs of abundance...

Forever I must cry.

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Caught
in
My Own Ribbon

Teased by restraints that do not bind... 

Measured only by memories that have made me blind...

 Spoken words meant to cloud and confuse my mind...

I am tangled in my journey — a destination I cannot find...

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Democracy

What’s happening to Democracy?
Why have we torn away our optimism torn away our dreams? 

 

Left are the strips that bind us... the strips that blind us.

 

 

What’s happening to Democracy?
Why has our climb become our suspension?

 

Hanging our humiliation in the world’s square...

our vunerability in the world’s lair.

 

 

What’s happening to Democracy?
Where’s the land for the fallen? Do they ascend or simply end?

 

Echos fill our ears with tails past... about a Democracy

that could not last....

Last Fish

...ironic the last fish is a clown fish...

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Everyday I Wear Black

My closet is the brightest rainbow.

Tailored hues that are my palette, that are my stories, that are my humanity.

My accessories radiate sunshine.  

Embellishments shining so intense only the truly blind can not see.

My walk is a vibrant patchwork.

Swatches of glorious dreams drop like petals in the train of my steps.

 

My presence glows in multi-color .

So why is it that Everyday I Wear Black?