adam-l-alexander - Hello Poetry

The black man is a **** An invasive species. Look at it and you know it is true. Brought over from another place, because it benefited the people at the time. Not truly welcomed, but endured for the fruit it produces. Initially, why was this plant selected for extrication? Not because it was the same as all the other plants you already had, but because it was superior. Superior enough that voyage after voyage was endured to secure more of this precious cargo. The true superiority of the **** goes unseen, until you attempt to eradicate it. You try to poison it in Tuskegee, you try and stomp it out with white robed men and then with blue, try and starve the plant with lack of food and remove it from the sun into giant cellars of stone.. but for all these efforts, the weeds grow back stronger and their fruits more supple. For all the lies of the civilized, the sweet nectar of their berries dances upon the tongues of the very populous that defines them as such; a **** You stop your car on the roadside, and enjoy the juices of the black berry cursing it’s thorns, but never stopping to question why it bothers to grow them. Success is defined by an unhindered view of monocultured sameness, and unbridled landscaping of ones own design. Yet, that delicious black berry still draws you away to the fringes of your own kingdom to taste something different. That which grows, unlike the cultivated Lillie’s in your line, unaided, and in fact in opposition to the desires and actions of the landholder. What draws you to the field-side berry? The same thing that begged your ancestors to uproot the plant and bring it back in the days that have passed. The notable qualities of goodness that you suppress in attempt to dismiss the dissonance in your head. The truth is that the berry is good, and the plant is strong. The only problem is that you gave it nowhere to grow. **** definition: a plant that is not valued where it is growing and is usually of vigorous growth.

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Jun 26, 2018

Jun 26, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC

adam-l-alexander

Black ****

The black man is a **** An invasive species. Look at it and you know it is true. Brought over from another place, because it benefited the people at the time. Not truly welcomed, but endured for the fruit it produces. Initially, why was this plant selected for extrication? Not because it was the same as all the other plants you already had, but because it was superior. Superior enough that voyage after voyage was endured to secure more of this precious cargo. The true superiority of the **** goes unseen, until you attempt to eradicate it. You try to poison it in Tuskegee, you try and stomp it out with white robed men and then with blue, try and starve the plant with lack of food and remove it from the sun into giant cellars of stone.. but for all these efforts, the weeds grow back stronger and their fruits more supple. For all the lies of the civilized, the sweet nectar of their berries dances upon the tongues of the very populous that defines them as such; a **** You stop your car on the roadside, and enjoy the juices of the black berry cursing it’s thorns, but never stopping to question why it bothers to grow them. Success is defined by an unhindered view of monocultured sameness, and unbridled landscaping of ones own design. Yet, that delicious black berry still draws you away to the fringes of your own kingdom to taste something different. That which grows, unlike the cultivated Lillie’s in your line, unaided, and in fact in opposition to the desires and actions of the landholder. What draws you to the field-side berry? The same thing that begged your ancestors to uproot the plant and bring it back in the days that have passed. The notable qualities of goodness that you suppress in attempt to dismiss the dissonance in your head. The truth is that the berry is good, and the plant is strong. The only problem is that you gave it nowhere to grow. **** definition: a plant that is not valued where it is growing and is usually of vigorous growth.

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I have to take.. just enough. Just enough to fix This Problem dwelling in the center of my beig consuming me outwardly from inside.

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC

adam-l-alexander

Fixed

I have to take.. just enough. Just enough to fix This Problem dwelling in the center of my beig consuming me outwardly from inside.

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If we could Try again Would we just Be here again. If we could breathe One last breath After death Could we breathe Life back into something So long lifeless? The last dance, is the last chance To change your mind Or die trying.

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC

adam-l-alexander

Again

If we could Try again Would we just Be here again. If we could breathe One last breath After death Could we breathe Life back into something So long lifeless? The last dance, is the last chance To change your mind Or die trying.

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You make me feel ***** When thinking about you. I know better than to feel How I'm feeling about you. You're a poison pill.. I take for pain. I thought I was just ***** turns out- it is a stain.

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Jul 20, 2013

Jul 20, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC

adam-l-alexander

*****

You make me feel ***** When thinking about you. I know better than to feel How I'm feeling about you. You're a poison pill.. I take for pain. I thought I was just ***** turns out- it is a stain.

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I am sick to my stomach.. but not sure that it is flu.. perhaps, it is my soul.. I don't know what to do..

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Mar 26, 2013

Mar 26, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC

adam-l-alexander

Decadent

I am sick to my stomach.. but not sure that it is flu.. perhaps, it is my soul.. I don't know what to do..

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Is this love.. or something stronger? Infatuation.. or something longer? Lingering, longing this burning, belonging.. deep inside, again alive I strive- to feel so right. Can this be? as simple as.. you and me.

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Nov 18, 2012

Nov 18, 2012 at 7:09 PM UTC

adam-l-alexander

Questions at First Sight

Is this love.. or something stronger? Infatuation.. or something longer? Lingering, longing this burning, belonging.. deep inside, again alive I strive- to feel so right. Can this be? as simple as.. you and me.

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Look it. Inside you'll see The truth that is not present In the reflection staring back The hatred, the pain The loss, harbored so deep That the mirror is but A mere- silhouette Of the true you.

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Nov 16, 2010

Nov 16, 2010 at 2:49 PM UTC

adam-l-alexander

A Mere Mirror

Look it. Inside you'll see The truth that is not present In the reflection staring back The hatred, the pain The loss, harbored so deep That the mirror is but A mere- silhouette Of the true you.

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Have you ever started walking- Somewhere… Without truly giving it consideration- Just headed there. As you are strolling along- Your strides begin to suffer the fatigue of your toes. Your shins burn- Your calves ache- And the frost has chilled Your nose. The discomfort wins And as you spin To head back where you stay, You realize that the spot you stand Marks exactly half the way. And yet for reasons still unknown Its easier to head back home Down the twisty, dusty, dark and same old lonely road. Traveling the same distance As if your trip had not been thwarted. All that pain and turmoil Gets you right back Where you started.

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Aug 15, 2010

Aug 15, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC

adam-l-alexander

Journey Nowhere

Have you ever started walking- Somewhere… Without truly giving it consideration- Just headed there. As you are strolling along- Your strides begin to suffer the fatigue of your toes. Your shins burn- Your calves ache- And the frost has chilled Your nose. The discomfort wins And as you spin To head back where you stay, You realize that the spot you stand Marks exactly half the way. And yet for reasons still unknown Its easier to head back home Down the twisty, dusty, dark and same old lonely road. Traveling the same distance As if your trip had not been thwarted. All that pain and turmoil Gets you right back Where you started.

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*I cannot sleep. Sitting, standing Pacing. I worry. WHERE! … Suppressed rage. Garnished gallantry Pulling at my reins. Defined by A single action Not taken*

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Aug 15, 2010

Aug 15, 2010 at 8:27 AM UTC

adam-l-alexander

Wasted Worries

*I cannot sleep. Sitting, standing Pacing. I worry. WHERE! … Suppressed rage. Garnished gallantry Pulling at my reins. Defined by A single action Not taken*

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“I better not tell him what I heard today.” “It is almost too much, to bear the toll.” “The news is just plain ****** up.” “I’m almost afraid to whisper it to you.” “What if he can over hear… he’d be mad at me too.” “OK no need to **** I’ll tell you, lean in close.” “I heard his girl- does not love him…” “She’s still in love with a ghost.”

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Aug 13, 2010

Aug 13, 2010 at 9:19 PM UTC

adam-l-alexander

Keeping Secrets From Yourself

“I better not tell him what I heard today.” “It is almost too much, to bear the toll.” “The news is just plain ****** up.” “I’m almost afraid to whisper it to you.” “What if he can over hear… he’d be mad at me too.” “OK no need to **** I’ll tell you, lean in close.” “I heard his girl- does not love him…” “She’s still in love with a ghost.”

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