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The Silent Tea Party

His was the only other bright Orange hat worn at the retreat, high in the mountains of Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts, over the Christmas/New Year holiday, in December of 2019.  Whenever I’d find myself face-planted at

Power to the People

The time is nigh we, as a society, re-imagine the path forward.  If we remain clueless, divided not on our beliefs but on what Truth is, we will not make it any further. NO longer

Little Tulsa

It’s no secret, Buddha is my Prince. But it’s fair to assume Tulsa is my Baby.  Named after the city in Oklahoma which hosted my birth; Tulsa is the runt of his litter, and the

Bullies

In striving to live a life of balance, intent defines the virtue of our desires. Yet, I believe that in standing up to those who mean us harm, when we do so with love, without

Aconditional

What is Love? Love is a realm of the individual soul being first that can only manifest into a deeper experience shared with another after.  When confounded by any codependent desire for the Love of

My White Friend

There I stood. We moved but I stood, and I stood a little more, at the intersection of 9th and U street on that bustling Friday night in June. My White friend had just called

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The Sun is Black

Truth is Black. Rhythm is Black. Soul is Black.  It’s all Black.   Freshness is Black.  Excellence is Black. Culture is Black. It’s all Black. The Root is Black. Sisters are Black. Brothers are Black. 

9, Lines.

Far, you stand. I wait, then sit. Lips too shy, too tame to wish. Harsh, this wait. Blind love, fast fix. Closed, our eyes too wide to miss. Share told lies. Once true, now myth.

The Wrong Things

Sweet punishment’s weakened blow, the moment our wrong things met. It was the wrong time, and still a time I dreamt of saying all the wrong things to you. Tempers frenzy with emotion over what

Weaknesses

The stillness of your stare could lessen a million mountains to crumbled bedrock. Infamous by now, the wisp of your presence as you saunter into a room could make even silk textures envy. Poets of

Once Upon a Time in Dundas West

Distractions tend to fail shy of disrupting my infatuation. Your face I can’t forget, forever ingrained in my consciousness. The way I felt that night, that morning, indescribable. As a young boy, I oft misplaced

For You, I Prose like Shakespeare and Sh*t

Alas, my muse! Many lives have I awaited your return. Without surprise, such countless days were starting to become a bore. Time, now just halted injustice captured by delayed damnation. The cruel isolation of despair;

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The Sun is Black

Truth is Black. Rhythm is Black. Soul is Black.  It’s all Black.   Freshness is Black.  Excellence is Black. Culture is Black. It’s all Black.

9, Lines.

Far, you stand. I wait, then sit. Lips too shy, too tame to wish. Harsh, this wait. Blind love, fast fix. Closed, our eyes too

The Wrong Things

Sweet punishment’s weakened blow, the moment our wrong things met. It was the wrong time, and still a time I dreamt of saying all the

Weaknesses

The stillness of your stare could lessen a million mountains to crumbled bedrock. Infamous by now, the wisp of your presence as you saunter into

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