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This is a space for pieces drawn from observation and experience. For the woke. For the conscious.
I take a look at humanity and what makes us human through the eyes of a human.
“What was once upon a time a man of persuasion, charm and endearment
The Caesarean Concubine
Is now a reactive plant in meltdown
Fertile with a manly seed of reproduction
Bringing forth all manner of malformation,
stillbirth and slowly manifesting in radioactive death.
I’m in awe at the feedback from the mirror
The aborted made it through the birth canal
Now the Caesarean tests are my glaring failure.”
“The father of my child is dead
The Father of My Child is Dead
I am not in any form of sorrow
He is now in the place of his kin
Where the brooding cousins of satan are roasted with pitchforks.”
“I found my voice and with it I now speak. I shout in whispers that carry in the wind to distant relatives across the world and beyond borders, my word caressing their ears & arriving with the weight of many blessings and as they seep into their hearts, merriment of soul.”
– Origins, A Place called Rest
A Place Called Rest 