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the 1st time again
05:14
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he looked into her eyes
and saw an ocean opened wide
she peered into his gaze
and saw the sky when the moon stays away
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us to be (visualizing)
07:34
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with my long strides, and my skinny legs
i will march this globe like a trumpeter,
leading processions of love-lost people, and forlorn dreamers,
i will sail to the edge of the world to share this gospel,
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these dreams
06:43
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i’m in a new skin like a lizard or a snake bends/
the river ran wild in my life back then/
let my heart free-range/
now it’s time to rope it in/
they were just sand before they were mountains
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idle words (quickening)
04:02
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sometimes curled quietly in a corner
waiting for the sun to shine upon her
she hums,
like a river, like the first snowfall,
she is a storm of violent proportions
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these colors now
06:39
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Next to each other yet a world away
The moon and the sun barely share the whole day
Yet they may if you spin the Earth fast enough
We stay until the staying gets too tough
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stargazer
04:23
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the clouds are the color of violets
and i am suffering from a bruised ego.
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...until it stops
03:41
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I wish/ I may, might I/
Find a way to say/ just a fraction
Of the slivers that the friction inside
My woodblock heart delivers/
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inside rise
06:28
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i’m covered in a paste, grey and brown,
not a sound, it’s night, dark, no flames, not a spark,
all ashes, i’m painted and stained in blood now
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an instrument
03:59
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i seek to find
to breathe the sky,
then add that blue to my overcast hue.
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10. |
to be continued
09:41
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But I never wanted to be a Lost Boy
I was more fascinated with a gathering of Old Men
Instead of pixie dust, sawdust
Old piccolo joints after midnight
Where the shots were hard
And life rang loud
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h.u.e (hope-uplifts-everything) Chicago, Illinois
Saleem Hue Penny (him/friend) is a Black, disabled poet expanding the pastoral tradition of the Southern Black Belt using a "rural hip-hop blues" aesthetic. He punctuates his hybrid/mixed media work with drum loops, gouache paint, Jim Crow artifacts, walnut ink, field sounds, & birch bark. He explores how young people of color traverse wild spaces and define freedom on their own terms. ... more
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