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The Island boys Would sing of a Soul so lost Just because She was none of us None of the etchings Sketched on our face Never a map Or never a place For bone without Body Or mouth without smile Come my dear Come canvas the sun For the shadows will tell You just like it's gold Dazzling sun Might catch a cold Visited by isolation One empty.station You my love Have worlds to conquer Sing a song to the painted Sky God himself has Very keen an Eye

Closed hearts Banana peel skin Sometimes I feel caught within Trapped in morgue With circus tent Penny drops Dream go unspent, Yet I can smell It Taste it on The tip Of my butterfly tongue Singing inside It's swallows song This murky water Our feet thrash through We squint our eyes For sight of you I'm lost in shades Of charcoal grey Searching desperately For a self to stay

who sells the day, with battered smile, no cream here,  or custard while, the baby rocks herself with tears, the adults eat up all their fears,  with knife and fork you ask? Of course, of course, I say of course, for truths lie lame and loose their course, and shadows simply shiver, let me paint you an Island of you plus one, a seascape for gems unfounded , with rivers crystal iced with blue, let us step away from your 24

I cannot crucify a lie,  the condemned tongue of mouths that slump  yet in our lives we cross that bump.  And hurtle towards a devastating end.  I cannot crucify a lie,  let those lies become your friend,  for my ears tweak,  and my hands they shiver,  you use your mouth just as a trigger,  I cannot crucify a lie,  for zebras stretch with lines they have ,and all momentum simply starves,  for lies cannot be the handiwork of men

black girl I like the skin that your in,  kissed by the sun,   blessed under moonlight, whether your dark Light or pecan skinned,  these colours thus the world must see,  for you are more than diversity, stand there proudly at your throne, A lioness in waiting, the world hesitating, fixed on you, that shape of yours, are gods hands and glue

Shakespeare's lady sang a song,  that she could woo him all along,  the tilt of suave hips, a gentle smile, she would comfort him a while for every man ticks a giant heart,  it pulses, drums,  like a base that starts,  I promise to keep you, love you but then, empty promises are not who I am, let me run your shoulders, massage your feet, for roads are littered with bears gritted teeth, I am your home, and I am your solace,  let me be your daytime palace, for as fingers climb, and deserts drain, all our bones are not the same some transport to worlds that wreak,  where Shakespeare's love is fast asleep 2black girl 

Seasons change We mourn the day The time with Ease we let slip Away Corner the lion The tigers escaped, The rabbit moves With such. Little Grace Seasons change We mourn The day The time with Ease we let slip away Holding the Dragon Aflame from within Searching for healing Whilst thirsting For skin

 How close we come to selves which glow  a past a chain which holds us still, bury the anger like a fist in the dirt,  but the mind still remembers the age of hurt,  battered words and weeping skin,  loneliness where lights are dimmed silence as a ghost foresees, I am distant and ill at ease for all these eyes I never sought,  and all those hopes I can't replace,  for me to search with common face,  the dreams of an iron king

Shadows pierce In deep of night Wisely I have lost My sight To mourn the morrow And eat the day All my tastebuds Melt away Mannequin am I In a plastic world A desire for thought Where land unfolds In la paradiso I am blacksmith And king Simply because one day I had enough

The howl of wind The snap of tear My wristbands Your missing years Each time from time We seek on whim The selves that lay On in between Who told you Lost Was a frame For us The humble of A chaotic mind I shall not alter When alteration Finds

Melting fingers Battered limbs I entertain t h mountain climb Website the edges rugged cliff With jags Each pierce A ghost Lurks as a hag A pint of blood For desert wounds For in the blood And dried up waste We taste the fear It gives us haste A snake uncurling In its lull I feel sick We were giants before Memories line up Like clanging chains We search for shores To rest again

I flipped the pancake Into mid air Toasted the cinnamon No.worry no care For in our sugar world Of dreams Missing fish in cur_sed Streams The moonlight tilts It's ivory smile And with ease we walk a while Each step a tip toe Each curl to root Tasting bacon Not tasting soot For as it stands I comfort you I place the towel on Your head When in pain You sink the bed The shame Being the liquid When you trip I will also fall We will crumble Once at all A phoenix arises Within the snow I clench your hand And never let you go

Broken pieces Damaged home Absent shoulder Selves all alone I taste the tears I had for breakfast Wondering how This soul will last Empty table No conversation Isolation Brings selves no joy Yet as I'm In my company This mouth Begins To merrily love me The fuel for life A Dragons heat As I drive home softly On my feet. Maybe he's missing The clock will tick dead In a tired reflection I regurgitate What was never said The kiss of his laughter The shade of his ease When the world was destruction He led me To peace

Hope be dazzled Hope be crowned Me and my illusions They simply get around A cage of dreams That seal me in The seduction Of victory This soul can win If it's war The devil wants On your dreams Blow him a kiss This taste is revolution Evolution To a military mind I implement changes That demons can't find.

In the event Of my demise He spoke in honey sweet tones I bequeath the simplicity of something I lost a long time ago Hope, Dreams escaped me, My vision was oily, Tainted by the sweet Lull of fear An alcoholic tender into Oblivion, To you my son I bequeath la paradiso I squirmed my brow in confusion Watching as he allowed the pink and yellow kite To ease it's way towards the sun "To you my son, I leave the infinity Of my dreams,"

You lie You tell sweet little lies Like soft marshmallow s Weeping in.my stomachs I wipe my salt lake tears Study my symmetry In the mirror Your lies Make the whole world distorted I look.at that gaping wound That's your mouth Your sentences are yellow smoke Your eyes are black marble I search for the green That paints your pupils The flesh Of a self Not scalded in lies The snot drips Down the back of my throat I wish I could see myself Once more

Wow, my defense to such nonsense as poverty shrinks the brain,poverty motivates us to engage the brain. The need to enter into a capitalist economy despite the complaints of Marxian terrorist, acts as a buffer for fear of rejection. Pushes us to work harder and strive to move forward. I  just saw a post which claims poverty shrinks the brain. Poverty enhances the motivation  to succeed Learn to hustle Learn to connect with people outside their bracket Hunger to succeed, Passionate about actually doing the work, activate their potential I'm not celebrAting poverty, or defending it as a lifestyle. But those who deal with poverty are aware it comes with depression,sometimes a chaos of emotions that cannot be controlled, homelessness, financial pressure,and there's some arrogant so and so preaching that poverty means someone is born smarter.what about the innately dumb self involved things celebrities do, the poor investments the rich make,it's bad enough for the

Is feminism emasculating men? Are men feeling emasculated by women's tyrannical rants about equality, Many of us are aware some women are exaggerating the concept of an empowered woman. Do they feel their workplace is under threat because they believe women use their sexuality to promote themselves into high ranking positions.  Do they feel as though women have the monopoly when choosing partners and looking at sexual advancement, Women have more options because of online dating sites, networking forums, with prejudice and misogyny in particular work places, freelance opportunities have  given rise to the freelance woman. in schools your women are statistically acquiring higher grades and Financial schemes have been put in place to assist young women. socially we need to pay attention to the fact that women are still being unfairly dismissed, there is still an abundance of broken homes run by single parents. The cost of this. The damage being the children are isolate