zest deez!
I hate zesting.
how is such a wonderful word like “zest” tied up and twisted with, arguably, the worst aspect of prepping a meal?
I really
hate
zesting.
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Category: What it is
blind, deaf and numb
you have no eyes
and you read,
but do you see?
ear drums ruptured
by the chorus of lies:
you listen,
but do not hear
me.
step away dear,
please.
cuz you don’t,
no,
you won’t,
understand.
I care about,
but
have no time
for, your doubts.
shit’s moovin’
free people are groovin’
and I gots work to do.
deuces.
Wot you doin’ here Black Man
meandering and,
sliding…
slowly slipping into ecumenical,
and socialist
perfection.
I see you,
Brother,
and you
see me….
I nod.
You nod.
&
we keep it movin’.
Life
Blacktastic
belongs to you,
and
to
me.
rock on brother,
rock on.
shiny & new
A gentle pounding echoes
like rolling thunder;
we tumble
blindly
into the tempest-
together.
souls seeking calm
and freedom
through bondage
to each other.
so come,
my queen of magic, and mystery.
I welcome your mayhem,
come,
and sail
with me.
life loves
you
when
love lives
within
It was all a Dream
Dream walkin’
through jive talkin’
fools.
why can
we
not see?
love
is a labor lost
on fearful
and weak fools.
disjointed
circumambulations
sprinkled with
crafty circumlocution;
or
did I get that backwards?
psychopath phoenix
paralyzed in plumes
of black smoke:
S.O.S.
why return
to the more of the same…
you know:
that ole bullshit?
because,
my friend,
inside of you,
and inside of me…
inside every true human being
is an ember
of truth –
a spark of the divine.
let the inferno build
and purify.
like the false light at dawn’s break,
may the Morningstar point the way
Liberty, like Love, needs no story
Liberty, like Love, needs no story
free
me
from the tyranny
of self-doubt.
from the oppression
of my ignorance.
liberate me
from the illiteracy
of my roots,
and
I will
set
you
free from your fear.
I will disabuse you
of your terror.
you will know
that I
am your salvation.
you will know
that my freedom
represents the end
of history,
and
the start
of
the now.
I am as free as I choose to be.
no law
no country
no god
can enslave me.
no,
not even you.
my independence day was the day I was born.
don’t try to prove me wrong.
just,
don’t.
stand
chin lifted
&
heart ablaze.
who
are you
to stand in my way?
who
are you
to doubt
me?
Who are
you,
but a pebble
I
placed in my path,
in order to
learn how to kick?
love
is soft
& hard.
another shot in the back,
what the fuck is that?
do you see
through
my eyes.
do you know,
my concern?
Do you
know
what I see?
deuces.
rib’s eye
eyes lost
to
(not so distant)
memory.
warm eyes,
soft eyes,
your
eyes.
eyes that
bled sincerity.
eyes
that saw
the truth in me; now
for one
more deserved than me.
easy
cold calculated concern
calms the nerves
and soothes
the uninitiated.
true loves touch,
light
and sincere,
oft goes unnoticed.
choose then,
that seed of wonder
nestled beneath your chest.
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