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“I won't be stuck in traffic 'til I see how rugged my path is And right now I'm loving how fast my troubles are fasting No they don't bother me oh realizing I'm psychopathic A wild beast, baby I'm gladly running after Yes a thing called peace outlasting any madness The devil fears me oh he's feeling Like a fragment of a fraction No he won't come near me 'Cause his hat trick's out of practice”

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Book:Venus in Arms
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“I sit on a rock and watch children playing in the park below They don't see me Or know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress Or my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some street lights flicker on But I won't move Not yet I will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house”

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Book:Years: a book of tiny poetry
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“To quote Ms. Lauryn: i wrote these words for everyone who struggles in their youth... * * - Esther - * * "Don't worry that you'll be a copy The Maker had you on His mind the entire time Before a speckle of sand hit the darkness Before sound came from the void Before two drops of hydrogen And oxygen combined Before mama knew papa The vibrations in your voice are like thumbprints The fequency and wavelength your sound generates Reverberates in the universe Breaking and entering into souls A light house in a perfect storm Your siren song does not take but lends To safety To refuge To home Don't be afraid that its already been said - Speak Don't be afraid that its already been thought - Think In this generation This moment For this time”

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Author:spoken silence
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“You don’t give up when you can’t give up.” I didn’t write that to sound deep. I wrote it because it was the only thing keeping me alive. My survival chant. The only thing keeping me standing when everything around me said “let go.” I couldn’t give up. I didn’t have the luxury to give up. Not because I’m stronger than most— but because I knew what was at stake. If I gave up, the pain wins. The patterns repeat. The cycle continues. And I refuse to pass that down. So I told myself:
This ends with me. The silence. The suffering. The struggle passed down like inheritance. If I gave up, then my future children— and their children— would be handed the very thing I was born into.
Chains I never asked for. Wounds I never caused. But still carried. I chose to carry that weight, not because I wanted to, but because someone had to. The word “give up” became a curse in my vocabulary. An abomination. A forbidden thought. Because it’s easy to say you won’t give up. It’s a whole different battle to actually not give up— to keep showing up when no one claps, no one helps, no one sees. Some are born into healing because someone before them— a parent, a grandparent, maybe a great-grandparent— chose to fight. Chose to heal. Chose to break the cycle. And some of us? We were born into the battle. But even then— we still get to choose. Why not you? Why not now? What if no one before you ever stopped the pattern? What if nobody handed you peace? Then maybe—just maybe— it’s meant to be you. I did it. Not because I had superhuman strength. But because I refused to surrender. Because I made giving up a sin. Because I looked ahead and saw a generation waiting for me to decide. By pain. By fire. By blood. By scars. By God’s grace— I broke the cycle. And now, I live to tell the story.”

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Author:Marion Bekoe
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“These aren't still shots; the camera is always moving. And the scene is always just slipping out of sight, as if in spite of myself I were always descending a hill, rounding a corner, stepping into the street with a companion who urges me on, while I look back over my shoulder at the sight which recedes, vanishes. The present of my consciousness is itself a mystery which is also always just rounding a bend like a floating branch borne by a flood. Where am I? But I'm not. "I will overturn, overturn, overturn, it: and it shall be no more. . . .”

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Book:PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK
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“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?”

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Author:Roman Payne
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“Medicinal Spirit, Inside Mirror Therapy becomes a harmony, and that harmony is built on levels, No one knows how to upscale another, for it has to come from the inside grails, Striking inflicts at the mirror and hatred to the being of creator, Causes hate in mirror too and abused flesh to the author, Changes come from its prudence and rationalism liberation, Not its pardon, A mirror is but a substance of a conscious, But identity says "let me fly" when journeying from the subconscious to the conscious.”

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Book:Awakening Kings and Princes Volume I
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“Wherever you go in the next catastrophé Be it sickroom, or prison, or cemet’ry Do not fear that your stay will be solit’ry Countless souls share your fate, you’ll have company!”

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Book:The Basement Trains: A 21st Century Poem
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“When dusk falls on us, as it will, To dim the light of lives outlived, When night is next, when sleep is sure, When nothing’s left to lift— I will be glad. The work of a day Well done, this rest its good reward, The best we’ve earned and what We’ve won, this doorway opening. Our lives are like this: years moved on Beyond the words that started them.”

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Book:Not Go Away Is My Name
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“The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black sleek heads of seals bouncing like half-submerged balls. I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart, who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience, who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward, who do what has to be done, again and again. I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along, who are not parlor generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out. The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident. Greek amphoras for wine or oil, Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used. The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.”

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Book:Circles on the Water: Selected Poems
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“As the wind bears the leaves aloft, In the gentle evening light, the day goes soft, The end approaches with a tender pace. Swallows trace their final flight, Shadows lengthen, time slips by in quiet light, A growing longing in the human race. Like the lilac by the garden's side, Silent eternity bends wide, Reaching down to the cool earth’s place. In this stillness, spreading clear, Summer lingers briefly here, Before it goes away with you.”

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Author:Laura Chouette
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“For what was it about books that once finished left the reader in a bit of a haze and made them reread the last few sentences in order to continue the ringing in their hearts a while longer, so as not to let the silence illumine the fact that reading, they had gained something — distance, a lesson, a companion, a new world — but now, after the last full stop, they had lost something palpable and felt a little emptier than before.”

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Author:Kamand Kojouri
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“Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day? Where were you when I was silent with God in prandial pray? Where were you when I recited love poems as I lay? Where were you?”

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Author:Kamand Kojouri
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