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Sethnicity Dec 2016
Whytealye glowing hisway Me, back strains Pull in spite bluewind towing chains
Saw rows woven tongue tied brains, starRed his leisure beet win fab whip pin chains
Lies tat lie hoursman hangs high, whytit sheets dragon rawfruit sprawled unwakeing
Breath taken widthgall diss clarity lightyears a slave my now disdain artistically forsaken
Death shaken
While the whytit washed world beams me down complacent.
This poem unfolds when you loosen your tongue and mind and allow the words to slur together in a slave language known as gullah. (I'm bending the meaning of other words to suit the narrator) Read it at a whisper as if you were there trying not to be seen, like a slave on the wall confined to just watch... Himself outside of himself.
Sethnicity Nov 2016
White light blowing away my Black shames Pure in sight through head window panes

Sorrows woven foam pie brain she games Share his leisure bee twin fab wick dames

Lies that line our veins white sheets draping, Like wind wonder walls breaking

Breath taking, width all dis clarity my cries remain Unshaken, Dis dam S Forsaken,

While the sight sauced swirled beams me down and
     vacant.
Visually stimulated, Beat sequence motivated
Metaphor: Unaware bachelor @ Bachelorette *******
Sethnicity Dec 2016
Why *** lie *** mowing a way Black Reigns, Pull in spite blue wind Blow win Chains

Saw row dove in foam pie strains stare his pleasure bee twin faux brick dames

Lies tat lie wow stains high streets raking like father calls, waking

Sleep shaking width gall dis charity may sky is carry me disdain forsaken

Smile the sight sauced swirled dreams key drown complacent
Visually stimulated, Beat sequence motivated.
Sethnicity Dec 2016
Why *** lie bowling A sway Black reigns Pull in spite blue wind bowing chains

Saw row dove in from dry stains stare his leisure bee twin faux brick games

Lies tat lie wow stains high streets raking like father calls, waking

Death shaking width gall diss clarity may skys carry mi disdain forsaken

Bile the sight sauced swirled dreams key drown complacent
Visually stimulated, Beat sequence motivated.
Sethnicity Nov 2016
White light blowing away my black stains Pure in sight through window pains

Sorrows woven from my brains share this pleasure between fabric rains

Lines that line our manes white sheets draping, like waterfalls, breaking

Breath taking  with all this clarity my ties remain unshaken

While the white washed world beams me down vacant.
Visually stimulated, Beat sequence motivated. ( A Series of insights)
The metaphor here is capturing an epiphany while  enduring the darkest of storms.
Jeffrey Pua Oct 2016
True lions ruling their pride.*

© 2016 J.S.P.
Draft.
I smoked twenty-seven cigarettes
in an hour, once

but the black spots on my lungs,
that the doctor says
will **** me

the breathless wheeze
when I try to talk

the
shudder
of
air
escaping

as my veins collapse
into the cavernous
shell of my b o d y

all
come
from
you
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