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It's not a sign board that says
"Go away"
That is a mark of a silent prayer

It is the act of giving the poor a place to stay
When your pockets are empty
And you live in a house of despair

It's not tear gas on the streets
Or hostile stares to the cops
That is a mark of a silent plea

It is the act of kindness that takes heart
When the world hates you and is against you
And takes up it's arms
Acceptance of other's hard work is essential for a democracy. Without it, people will not share a mutual responsibility for each other.
The black man, fearful of the white man, will always be aware that he is an outsider. The white man, in ignorance of this, does not understand the constant fear plaguing him. We need to understand each other more and speak less.
  Feb 2021 Splashes of Surreal
Haylin
In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
              you
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
      shook,
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.
  Feb 2021 Splashes of Surreal
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
The sun and the moon
In the same sky, not left out
In the cold darkness
I love winter mornings.
  Jan 2021 Splashes of Surreal
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we are the wild youth.

with lungs full of ocean water and ribs stained red with sunsets and roses

we have lilacs and honey dripping from our frozen fingertips

with watermelon smiles and candle wax eyes, we pull at our star dusted skin

and howl to the moon.

and with heads full of midnight and our veins swimming in twilight,

we dream our big dreams and pull down the stars, begging for our wishes to

come true
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The evening
Gently wrapped up all the light
Off the aurulent sky
Unfolding charcoal hues
The stars glimmer dimly
Somewhere a rainbow arcs
Is your ruthless heart brave and emboldened
Does your heart not waver, I know it flies
Birds wither in wait of your golden sun
As blithe wings should with the loveliest of white

Let's fly seas that have remained quite unseen
Air of fair clouds and sweetness of blonde curls
In my cold solace, with the warm silver face alone
Moonbeams rain! We soon make worlds of our own

How we clasp nights not meant to stay
Hope that finds ecstasy in this passage
Will soon be gone at the break of bright day
Yet, what is lost is not mourned, only bit aged

Your presence such old memories it brings
If nearer the sun, I'd melt my wax wings
I tried a Spenserian sonnet. Because it is slow, just how I like my poetry to be.
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