I Don’t Write For You

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I don’t write
because I can
or to have you
in the palm of hand
I don’t write
because I do,
I write because I have to.
Hunger turned inside out
causing me to quake
scribbling like a junkie
prepping his next bake
The high to write
grips my soul
as I begin
to shake
Held fast by
a passion I
never want to escape
No I cannot put it down
until I have rendered her
her due
as I slowly whisper
to myself,
I
don’t
write
for
you.

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Butterfly on a String 

Reconciled

to write

as

I do

a

strange twist of fate

for

loving

you.

Embracing that

you

be elusive

yet

cling….

Like

a

butterfly

on

a

string.

You offer hope

as a candle

shining brightly

in a

darkened place.

Life

has not

been

kind

but

you’ve never been one to complain.

Always pushing forward

keeping

your priorities straight.

You….

whose

love

has risen

above the fray –

A truly quiet
and

gentle soul…

Lisa

is

her

name.

For Lisa

#butterflyonastring
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Measured Lines _

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Style is measured
in
increments
of
time.
Some people
write,
some people
rhyme.

A
writer,

a
storyteller,

a
keeper of dreams;

it
really
all
feels
the
same
with
me.

Words
are
the
boundary
lines
of
our
very
existence,
our
lives
measured
in
the
path
we
take.

Malcolm X knew,

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Martin Luther King too.

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When
we’ve gone
our
words
will
remain,
celebrated,
or
not.

So yes
write;
and
to
yourself
be
true,
yes
write
until
the
pen
does
bend,
and
the
warmth
of
the sun
is
not
felt
on
your
face
again,
any
more.

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Y>our Fears

Life
as a rule,

never
turns
out
the
way
we
hoped
it
to.

But if you live your life
with
clarity
and
purpose,
you
begin
to see.

Like
the
tolling
of the
bell
in
the
Square that calls to me.

In time

we
all
must
go
there,
to
embrace

our fragile humanity.

We
are
much
closer
to same

then

further apart,

depending
on
the types
of
seed
we
cultivate
in
our
heart,
the
source
of
all
y>our
fears.

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Rippin [the disclaimer]

This blog

will

not be begged

borrowed

or shanghied son

no not beat up

sifted

whipped

nor spun –

it is my

intellectual property

and

my physical property too

so it shant

be quoted sampled or quipped

or

otherwise

fucked

with.

Enjoy the day.

Kawika.

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Mandela: Words and Concord

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Peaceful words, comforting intentions,
we’re abstract
without
dimensions.

Mandela knew
and had seen;
peace
war
prison
eight by seven,
African man’s heaven.
It will take more
than words
to bring
men
peace.

It was true then,
and is true still.
People of earth
in every land
can you not see?
Man flails,
woman wails,
children die,
all cry.
O mankind,
brother of mine,
will not
a sign be given
and seen;
so all people
can be truly free?
Why is it
you cannot
comprehend
of
what I speak?
This story is through; adieu.

(100 words 4U )

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Copyright Dec. 2015

#mandelawordsandconcord

#blackeagledream 

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With You

Commit

to
yourself
to
be ever true
less
you be
misguided

from

the
essence

that
lies
within
you.

Depending
upon,

contractually
speaking,
and
in
consideration of;
the
height,
and
depth
of
your
love.

To grasp
the
vastness
of
what
Love is

and what it is not,

what
will be,
and
what
is taught.
What is
known,
and
can’t be bought.

Ever shifting
are the
dunes
of mankind;
unsteady
in
all his ways.

Wandering,
inside
your
head,

let
truth,

your
heart,

be fed,

and
let
the
possibilities,
begin
and
end;
with
you.

For Kameko.

All rights reserved.

Copyright 2015

#blackeagledream