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Self-Healing Poem, that seems to resonate with others :)
Recorded @ "KnockHard Productions" in Doraville, GA (youtu.be/GGdIZCnQXcI) In Studio Footie :)

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Eventually I'm gonna stop
Talking about this
How Most days it is difficult to talk
Or difficult to be judge by
People who do
Words even bold face in blue
Articulated
Don't capture our essence
Only blurs us like photographs

Telegraphing high speed motion
We are the blips
Winking and pulling our infinity
Towards our infinitesimal
An I for An I
Our Cycle

Makes the world writhe
Peeps peeking veils that peep into us in kind
Orbiting fringes society has deemed habitat
We pray that when we implode
We are corpses that becomes complex
A funny memorable cliché
An I for An I
Our Cycle

Ley lines skin cell construct themselves
Into me
And life is still a language I'm learning

Only underlines
Undermines of current Aqua Vida
The flow of life
Will flood any vessel I dare
To make canal
To breath at
To breath
Seeping out in tiers
That once covered ocean floors
And eroded bedrock

So we smile as loud
As we wish we could scream
There's a beauty to viewing
The world as a silent noun
A person placed in thing
Watching a thing become a place for people
My smile has become weary tread marks
Autopilot airing
Tired trademarks that I copyright
Into the space I need
When I need it
I hold it like affirmation
The ant that colonizes
The surface of an ant
My farm 7 billion people sharecropping
And cropping shares of us
Out of the photo
So we blur at light speed
Falling into intersection
Between crossed eyes

Cross road

Jabberwocky
Jabberwock
Jabberwock

Stir fry musings
And watch them steam off
Jabberwocky
Jabberwock
Jabberwock

Death is not
Distant guest in my home
So it is often roped into our conversations
Leaves burning lacerations
In our l loves you
And I am learning
To let go of the things
I love before they are ripped away
Death has fanned flames
Riot high

26 Will be my age this year
And death has made my
Life a ecosystem of bridges
Skyscraper high
And from this perch
I haven't seen where fellow jumpers
Have landed
Only the signs of preparation they left
The harnesses and
Whatever they managed
To pull into their orbit
I am living debris

Attempting Gibraltar in this space
Searching for the
Right spot to land
Elysium, Heaven, Nirvana
Etc. etc
Wondering if we all go to the same spot or
If there
Paralleled alternating worlds
Abyss the color
Of sunflowers and cannabis
I see shapes in the fog
And imagine them solid
Imagine them in freefall
Parachuting
Shooting the breeze with death

Because most days it is difficult to live
And most of us are afraid
Heavy Heart humming through fog
Reverberating echoed memories
Into memoriams
Memes for humanity

Sometimes those of us with sober
Stupor strangling
Half-lidded eyes misty
Bloodshot and sleepy
Fill the fog
Hope in the tone of howls
Shakes our ecosystem
Fucking Jericho's it

So we celebrate our revelry into silent scream
Pulling our infinity into our infinitesimal
Quilting our love into heavy heart armament
Our of choice at rest garments

We pray that when we implode
We are corpses that becomes complex
A funny memorable cliché
An I for An I
Our Cycle
Is one of life and death and something else
Sometimes life finds it difficult to create
So it makes fog
Lingering apology
Lovely forehead kiss
Deep expectant hugs

And I do not know when it
Will be my time to freefall
If my scream will be silent or joyous
But I want it to be like fog
As dense as deep unexpectant hugs
As gentle as lovely forehead kisses
As helpful as lingering apologies

I don't know if there is
Ground where I'm going
I've been a bridge walker
Since '94
But when I arrive at the end
Or beginning of wherever
This trail is trailing off too
I hope that my fall is broken by the scarred hands
Sometimes sculpted in my foggy reveries
That after I forget my years here

That my jumpstart is the copyrighted smiles
I came to love
Because sometimes
Sometimes

credits

from It's Poems​.​.​.​.​Yay! Oh Wait, "It Is" Spoken Word​(​s) That Were Written Down​.​.​.​Is This a Long Title? Lol, track released August 14, 2020
Poem: Rondald James*
Engineering / Mixing & Mastering : Peter Jacobson

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