Sing me a lullaby
for each tear I shed.
Sing me a lullaby
to quiet my restless head.

2 May

You are the butterfly
who escaped reason
whirling your colors
in empathy
as your tongue
grows

Hear my prayer oh lord
For life's too expensive
That i can't afford
I created prosperity
But i

The urge to listen to your song.
The love I have for you,
They are in no hurry to lessen...
Want

Sunset in Cuenca
teaches us that nothing lasts
longer than it should.

Time to turn on

Young man and woman flirting, dancing, kissing at party. They are mildly drunk. They flop down on a

I strive to be at war
with that which shadows
my own inner light
to cultivate peace I strive
to

If life's black jack am a stick quick out wit any fuck with a fuck wit bit by bit sip by sip lifes a

–apology to a daughter, 30 years late

The train heaved out of Toronto Station.

Gender holds the
Tongue of Language,
So,
She wrote for
Him as I wrote for
You, as we
Write

Yesterday
A plane
Came
Crashing down,
Shot from the sky -
Lives crashed
To

I tamed the Springtime
put a collar round its neck
and though I stroked it
the world outside

In wardrobes, ties hang like curing fish, patterns like smoke. (In restaurants, avoid kippers and

2 MY SEEDZ by Kwesi El(Paradizm)

CAN'T WAIT DA TIMEZ, WE'LL SPEND 2GETHER,
AND THRU SICKNESS

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tears are our medals
when love is slain
but some never dry
nor ease the pain
tears

I thought I had the talent
to put my words in song
and now I have a melody
but the words - they

If you are willing to create a really good <a

Months of pouring out my words in seeming endless stream,
Laying bare the naked fury of my

For Nelson Mandela

by Bänoo Zan

God was the author
of your eyes
on the road to her

The A.M. has happened upon us yet again
Sunlight ascending; spreading poems
Humans walking,

we are history we are now we are an endeavor, I am north you south love has no boundaries, come with

Do you notice how he talks,
do you see the way he walks?
See how he looks inebriated
even when

Take Me with You!
06-11-08

Your world is black and white and full
of gravel roads and plaster

The temple.
The hill it is on.
What it is made of.
This is not what makes a difference.
My

If I'd been weak
let my body fall
as it cried out for
would it have made
a difference at

Every moment that I breathe
I breathe for you
Every thought that I weave
I weave for you
Every

The feelings are becoming easier to bottle up
They will always be there but

Life is funny how it

My mother’s nipple;
A long, dark dried out loganberry
That nobody plucked,
Was not for me.

No

why cant the words come easy
to still my troubled mind
for years the voice lies dormant
silent

None to sum/
it up in addition to/
A fraction underlying facts climatic subliminal/
additional

ADELA

Her feet scatter across the
tiled floor; the kiln of the sun bakes 
the tired day; shafts

Lying back down in the darkess night time,
Stranded by sleep that will not come in

Your soft hand
in my rough one
giggling fun
at something we'd done
your flushed face
that

Lights

f
l
a
s
h
by
down the side of each winding

Can you stop the rain,
sunrise or winds, clouds,
lightnings, thunderstorms?
I cannot stop being

The things she doesn't talk about
look at me from her gaze,
the things she doesn't say out

Today I turned on the radio

And was reminded of our love

For the nebulous.

The

I realized today
That what I have done
Has always been
Self harm.
Just not with a
Blade.

I

cruising above the clouds
over the North Atlantic
the bright soft expanse
like a cosmic hammock

Perhaps she lives
In our dreams alone,
She whose face is
Illumined
By the rays
Of the

Poetry seduces the truth with lies.
Poetry tastes like silvery moonlight wine.
Poetry’s losses

I seldom indulge in letter writing
Because I consider it
To be a cold and illusory
Means of

I am more than just a pretty smile
More than just my brains and wisdom
No there is more to

They said give them the people and wipe away the debt
These people don’t even know they got a

In the shade,
She says,

The wind
Blows my hair.

You think you bested me
but it wasn't a fair fight
there were more of you
and you had guns
but I

where I destroy you heal
where I shake you stand solid
where I doubt you are sure and where I am

A tower stands among a fist of smaller structures,
middle finger to the sky—
Man’s “I am” answer