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There is no waiting on ourselveswe are all there is / to life
to freedom, and to peace.K.M.
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Here is the extended audio version of this poem by me – enjoy
P.S please note audio is low headphones are best thank you kindly for listening.
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Preface . . .
There are all night prayers in momma’s house, all night prayers upon my bed. My face hurts, my tear-ducts, my nostrils are swollen; see, my streets, are not like other streets. My sidewalks have caved in. These knees I carry, they are not mine, but I don’t know it.
The women drag their skirted burdens around the floors. Open all the windows let their spirits out. We are sisters; we are lovers of waters that nourish our souls. Put aside; ratchet disposition put aside our nomadic tendencies: to roam, to run, to flee.
I’ve come to tell you, how salt taste. I’ve reassured this hope. Salt is not stagnant. We are not forsaken: alone like a fallen tree, alone drifting in rivers, alone in song, like rain.
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Something good/
bound to happen!
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There’s no doubt, yesterday flies away like a birdand tomorrow our desire will be/ only to soar higher K.M.
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Happy Risen Day
No greater Gulf between hell and I
Perhaps the rupturing twilight
could speak
For I never saw a man with holes in both hands and still be alive
Betrayed for pennies of fear
Ah-that Christ must die
watching the dust
settle, under seeds that
refuse to do any thinking of growing
For I never saw a man on fire and not be turned to ash
weakened by devicely
pleasures,
the serpents’ crawl
bitten with just one kiss
I pray to understand
these wages of sin has given dollars of death that do not spend
Upheaving Justice, that suppose our souls, wern’t worth the saving!
Here I am -again,
if we can’t overcome
and we can’t ever overstand,
Then what’s a man gotta do to get a little water his thirst!
For I never saw a man whose only kingdom was the cross
Some men have it all, some are lost,
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