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Tanisha Jackland Feb 2019
His ugly business
of dissecting you
Keeping you in pieces
the cold fragments in his
odd little jars

what he likes best of you
is your flesh and bones
He is a cannibal with
a trampled heart

You should be eating him
and yet there are no others
but ourselves coming and going
into unison like a chest
heaving for the living air...
Men are from Mars
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2019
You were not programmed
to follow them the others.

I'm talking to the wind
of reality and what is true.

If integrity walked by, would you
recognize it.
Or if compassion were in the house,
would you feel it.

Deeply understand who you are.
If you are the soul. Be the soul of that place.

Know from which path
you came
then blaze your own.
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2019
The dry bones have given up
they continue to seek their shelter
under a barren Sun
while the politicians
reek havoc

they blame poverty
on the penniless poor
and on the wounded warriors
whose feathers have been
clipped on purpose
and by design.

One day the truth will
inhabit the Earth
and shall reign again.
But not until you've suffered
long enough
and have thoroughly listened to
what is true of the plants
the trees the stars the moon
And yes that barren Sun.
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2019
I hid my true love in
graveyard dirt
under the white willow
catching the coy wind

they said my words had to
sound sweet as ****** breath
to lure him to my *******

I had to bring my  
lover thru the fire
as death was my cupid

We were uncertain
ghosts caught between
time and space
caged by blue moon
dreams and pretty
things that haunt
thru the night
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2019
It comes from nowhere.
this faint knowing
of what it is to be.
an ancient speaker
is talking in tongues
but your ego won't hear it.
the desert of chatter
has him occupied.
But the ego is probably
the Sun.
Shining down on
all there is.
when he is eclipsed by silence
you begin to truly see
what kind of beauty there
really is.
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2019
The ego leads to suffering
but without these
challenges to your soul
who would you be.
none would aspire to greatness.
None physically phenomenal.
Just the knowing
of how you use to be.

I believe the sufferer
to be inherant
of the hu-man breed
and our hubris
innately our own.
but how else would
we get to truth
by failing error after error

It's all just a matter
of perspective
and still the Sun revolves
around me.
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