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TIZZOP Dec 2020
god flew through my coffee this morning;
an intellectual crow entered my apartment,
and it guzzled a sip of the holy brew
me? i didn't take notice, just took notes

a blind writer who seeks the extraordinary,
distracted by a strayed quest for himself
left eye red, the right one black, wolfishly
a tribe of suicidals shattered my eye sight

they were dancing in trance
they were singing in kid's voices:

"we forgotten who we are; our skins crumbling
we don't want to live inside your body; no!
we won't be your voice anymore; we be leaving

golemland is our destination, shelter of letters"
then, the tribe of suicidals left, depriving me of words
AD Mullin Jun 2020
My tribe is a
mingling of adjacent hues
finding harmony

My tribe is a
facet of you and me
a mashup of science and art
an education of the heart

My tribe is a
wisdom bringer
a lighthouse singer
over crimson shoals

My tribe is a
ghost dance partner
a symphonies daughter
a shield for fodder

Cause my tribe is peace
like a captainless ship
like a philosophers quip
like a
"I don't know but I'd like to get it right"
kinda trip

My tribe is yearning
curious and learning
rumbling with vulnerability
spilling over with capability

And every time we think we are there
we go a little deeper
but it isn't complicated
because my tribe is love
Written June 8, 2020 in Lethbridge, Alberta

it is not the how, it is the who and the who is you.
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
Nation needs you
Not because you are RARE
Because you belong HERE
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Better Human Project || A humane world
Note: Every chaos, every disaster, every pandemic brings back a real story to awaken the human emotions, and gives space of opportunity, either to share hands, touching lives in one way or another, or to watch helplessly and weep for the world. If you can watch the suffering without pain, then this is not for you. Else, be the agent of change, you can change the end of the story, you can change a new story from the beginning, you can change being a part of it. And during the whole process it will be your greatness if you stay behind the scene.

Change the story
A little more compassion
A little more generiosity
A little more response
A litle more listening
A little more sharing
A little more love
A little more of

Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
Who says
[I'm bla bla bla]
[I did bla bla bla]
[I have bla bla bla]
To whom it may concern

Does I'm/I did/I have make you a human?
Are you kind?
Did you learn kindness?
Do you shared your heart?
Do you feel what I feel?

Truth be told
I have nothing to do
With all your
Bla bla bla
That defines you

By default
I don't belong
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Better Human Project
TIZZOP Feb 2020
don't think you could
beat the street without

it's madov's bossy laughter
and his vossy

i don't know if
you know what i mean:

but that's fine my brother
but that's fine my sister

without writing
everything is fist fighting
without fist fighting
everything is writing

i need me a

new language
new lady
thousand babies

and i'll found a tribe
you never heard of it'll
be called

Racquel Williams Jan 2020
I smile when the screen lights up knowing it's him ,
Getting flashbacks can't control my feelings within,
The giddiness I feel knowing what we have is so real ,
forever is what I feel when I think about him ,
his smile so bright his hugs so right,
he's my comfort,
The only drug I'll ever be addicted to .
Roble Gure Dec 2019
What I told you I feel different?
What if I told you something is not right?
What if I told you things have changed?
The way I was raised and I see now are totally different
My aunt doesn’t look at me now the way she used to when I was 10
What if I told you I thought we were family but we are not?
Because I grew up watching our family getting divided
What if I told I grew up in a place where I was discriminated?
What if I told everywhere I go I looked different?
I felt like a prisoner, I couldn’t leave my cell
And what if I told you I know who is responsible for it?
A guy called tribe.

What if I told you people lost their jobs because of him?
What I told you young people were arrested and murdered in his name?
What if I told you women were ***** to please him?
What if I told you everybody seem to enjoy it?
And what if I told you I am no alright?
I mean, I don’t feel dead, but I am not alive either.
what if i told you is wrote and it talks about tribalism how it divides us and its effects on us.
Emma Ely Aug 2019
From a deep hole she did rise,
from the grasp of self-doubt she broke free,
from the ocean of self-hate she swam ashore.

And she wrapped herself in layers of self-love,
armor of respect, and sheaths of grace.

And to war she went, freeing her fellow goddesses,
from the unworthy, unholy, and undeserving.

Together they rose and conquered.

The queens of today.
Nicklaus Bailey Jun 2019
Well I was a world away from you when you became a bride
And how could I know I'd love you and call him friend?
I was a different man than you know today, in a different life
I don't know how, I don't know why, and don't know when
I became a father as you took your vows
How did we do life changing things at the same time?
And now that you're both in my life I have no doubt
That I am yours as you are his, as he is hers, and you are mine
You make every sad song go away
You make every love movie about us
And I don't know if I told you today
But this love between the cule has shown me trust
Shown me desire and acceptance
I've waited a lifetime to see
Myself gain repentance
And I was beginning to think it'd be
Little more than a fools dream that I could escape the heat
That my past was my only future
That my own and spirit had my soul beat
But now I see the bigger picture
No matter what I may have done before
I know that I am forever yours
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