The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.
ABERJHANILooking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective reality that comprise the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics,
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Beauty from another world gave birth to your voice– sent to rescue scorned hearts from traumatized nights.
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On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.
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Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.
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When reading about what may be described as the lesser celebrated heroic figures of the Harlem Renaissance,
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How hard are human beings willing to fight to achieve and sustain justice, equanimity, or joy? And should progress be called such when it devours what is best within the human spirit?
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I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.
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They may have for their lives, or, exercising sufficient strength of will to make those dreams a reality.
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A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
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Within the universe of the extraordinary, those qualities we designate to human concepts of gender are often shared, exchanged, or even completely obliterated.
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Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
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The best of humanity’s recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.
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The word ‘survivor’ carries a weight of remembrance that has broken the minds and bodies of more than a few men and women.
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What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.
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Horror tore this world asunder. While inside the bleeding smoke and beyond the shredded weeping flesh we memorized tales of infinite good. -from The History Lesson
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