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Category: poetry

WE RIDE

Originally posted on Mantra:
We ride on the backs and breast of those that have come before On ancestor’s shoulders…

The Lie

Please..just let me be tonight. Whatever my offense..hold me fault tomorrow .  I need my rest tonight.  Please. Consciousness shakes … Continue Reading The Lie

This Is A Stick Up!

Originally posted on Mantra:
Image Credit: Ron English I want the American Dream: Clean, Pristine, and Green! Give me a…

Loner

I sit alone… In the space of hereafter and nevermore…and the colors of rust and Ambrosia. I sit on the … Continue Reading Loner

Make Every Day Count

Inspiration from my dear friend, Larry Conley. He is definitely worth the read…visit his blog; The Trumpet Summons

RED DOOR

Breaking, cracking, sinking, sunk. Dunked, and stuck. Stagnate and unmovable. Red Door. Locked. No entry. Neon green. Bright and effervescent. Feverish, flailed and flipped Back door. Enter. Unseen, Uncared, gaped and black. Unashamed and free They all scuffle through A … Continue Reading RED DOOR

STUCK

never meant for you to stay…But, you have.

PHOTO

Lightening stretched across the sky and beamed through the curtains.. Twilight slept upon my dreary face.. Fallen shoulders lie on … Continue Reading PHOTO