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NOW COMES the stone face even the dream is scared to lodge; devoid of any sway to arouse interest amongst mankind Eyes stubbornly disruptive and unwilling to conjoin adjacent brows; on an oversize-head, decked with irreconcilable facial features     NOW COMES this foul face even the Creator now questions; with unkind eyes so unsightly dazed the devil bowed to pray True, this dude, rude and crude, rules like a mindless bull; prowling furiously with...

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America Claude McKay – 1889-1948 Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess I love this cultured hell that tests my youth! Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me strength erect against her hate. Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood. Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state, I stand within her walls with not a...

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How many times must I fall from my toe against your feet Before I count my teeth with my tongue, Mr. Despot? My expectations such as are your countrymen’s respite, How many declining expectations on account of fiat? We winged our dreams in great heights to herald our hopes, We must now jettison all aspirations to accommodate fear, Where freedom has lost all responsibility to bear, Whose aspiration inspires such thuggery, succumb to your dopes?...

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I did not think… I did not know… What pale excuse is this I make In answer to my brother’s woe, Age-long, for deep injustice sake! Across his mute and patient soul, While I have gone my heedless way, The shadows of a fate might roll That deepened night and darkened day. But I have read a burning page, That glowed with white and soul-wrung fire, And now no more I may engage My conscience...

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The night was dark-blue in the face with a pale-yellow eye; an occasional passing glow filters through a black smoke blanket covering like dusk light through the windowpanes of a dark room,— The curtains are drawn. Not a good day to have conversations with the night: it can barely see us; not even a good month to listen to its stories— A voice unsure about the sounds it speaks; not even a fond season for...

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Dear lockdown folks, this is the Phoenix. Yes, that enigmatic bird of legends, the one that goes by what it can do not what muted dreams conjure up. Phoenix is my name! ”Lockdown folks, why are you so depressed?” Have you been watching the press briefings –yes, the ones created by DT. The ones that buck at reason; the ones that proclaim darkness even if the sky is bright and sunny? The daily news updates...

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Beware, least you inspire in me not an act But a cobweb on the soul– “How do you say no in an attempt?” No man ever did—an elemental balm. For men the work of God’s creation drives A tradition up against the wall. You must nurture it, watch it, like a newborn— Otherwise, the spark can travel the path of stone. For us the breast undoes itself over and over: Just like the fingernail grows...

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  Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the stream & o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Little Lamb I’ll tell thee, Little Lamb I’ll tell thee! He is called by thy name, For he...

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Come, love, come fire! Where living inside, are secret longings, And young hearts Christ-like devotion. Living inside us are the tidings, Follow us to a place of great passion. Come, love, come fire! I love to hear a million forest insects, All singing to one tune. I think quite clearly of the tropics, And lovingly of the Moon. Come, love, come fire! I love to hide in her warm regards, And when she finds hope,...

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Exactly one week ago I had the shakes…that cold feeling that the world could be coming to an end with a virus that seemed to know where you live. I went to sleep that night believing that man had bitten off more than he could chew. The things scientists try to generate and regenerate in obscure lab locations in the name of a crazy discipline could be escaping these crucibles and dishes to infect a...

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