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  Apr 2016 Tanisha Jackland
mike dm
caw
this
          velvety
spiral

wins every time

                      unfalsifiable lines chime
  
                           its shiny corvid lips
                                      merely graze my sensing its
                     heavy lean
                  
and i arrive
         twitchy
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2016
I hope to leave you
some meaning
from the clutter of this madness
something with a somber bite
to bring you out of your slumber
pssst
you know you've been asleep
for far too long, my love
It's in the song you've
heard a million times
the answer is in the melting
and to never hold on hard
Don't listen to them
with their ceaseless chatter
You are beyond the
veil of reality
You are nowhere
but here now
like I am.
I love love and invite it into my life at every turn. I am grateful, thankful and free...
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2016
You could never totally
annihilate yourself

You could never really
destroy the real parts
of you that are unseen

You are
this low hum  
in the fabric of the universe

And if you could be deleted
there'd be this tiny tear
in the continuum
of the cosmos

While the static wind
would howl in place
of your unfathomable
presence
love yoself
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2016
Give them poetry
and they will come
to feed their souls
upon the sustenance
of your everlasting words.
I feel the terrorists and extremists of the world need poetry to fill the ugly void that they must endure. Feed them with your poetry to make them see that we too are souls, and one.
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2016
They told her
she couldn't be that way
awkward bashful
cocoa girl
a mad obtuse thing

She has a symphonic voice
like sybil with a sore throat
and her whispers were more
pleasant than reeking
filtered flower-scented air

She roams like sweet breath
gives peeks
melting the sky with vengeance
while veiling her tongue
with ecstasy
******-verse
in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

think
       of you
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