Breadcrumbs2021

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IN THE TIME THAT IT HAS TAKEN TO WRITE THIS
I HAVE FOUND THAT 10,000 THOUGHTS AND
EMOTIONS ARE IN COMPLETE CONTRADICTION
TO THE TITLE OF THIS POEM

DETACHMENT

The inability to release certain thoughts and emotions from a previous encounter, experiencing those same emotions either consciously or unconsciously, cause and effect of a memory that lingers good or bad or indifferent, which causes more thought being paid to the past, not what you feel in the present. Again the inability to separate yesterday’s emotions from what is actually in the now leading to The question; how to sustain momentum for the present and not create a fantasy and illusion of what you want to happen in a situation that is playing a role in your head, trying to project the outcome of what you think is going to happen trying to anticipate a person reaction, to something that was said or left unsaid that happened yesterday.

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		The Immortal Wize says: Reading this from the bottom to the top is just as defined as reading it from top to bottom. poems by this commentor What It Feel Like Odds & Ends Wrinkles
		mlowe5 says: Such becomes the paradox of poetic juxtaposition of the LIBERATED POET i.e. poetic liberty and justice balancing inequalities. Peace and Love. I am so proud to have you added to my "Favourite" list. poems by this commentor Woe Betide The Forgetful... UNRAVELLING IT ALL... IN GOD'S SUPREMACY...

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Breadcrumbs2021

Broken equations

When logic is opposed to everything
sometimes it’s hard to go back and
redeem yourself, try if you might
even if there are no consecutive days
when you thought there might be a
chance that you will tie it altogether
and all those waking
streams of consciousness
actually meant something
just thinking
And always alluding to
with some certainty
that everything
will turn out fine,
Maybe
Tomorrow
Keep the
Faith

Restless

Words said in anger yesterday
cannot be tempered with silence
today
Words lingering into the partitions
covered by and awkward silence
of remembrance
My words are covered in silence
for if I throw back the covers
of my thoughts a sigh so deep
would penetrate the walls
barely above a whisper for
the ties that bind them together
unravel in the light of day.

Institutions

White man’s guilt
Black man’s burden
embodied together and
connected by spilled
blood
buried with our ancestors
Now rising up thru the
concrete to our
youth,
Remembering
Torn from the pages
of old history books
stacked on shelves
behind hidden doors
where men gathered
to agree on what lies
to tell, so as to re-write
histories future with
a slant in their favor
leaving behind
monuments carved
in stone, echoing
thru vaulted ceilings
and domed arches
cemented bricks
of duplicity that
tell no tales
when darkness
falls, and the
lights
go
out.
P.R. 6/9/24

On Point

Mental hijinx
shadow work
distractions
come to light
thru mirrored
reflections
of a self
that is not
I
Scrolling screens
no time
In-between
shadow work
distractions
moments
incomplete
carry you thru
the night
Mental hijinx
broken syllables
and deadlinks.

P.R. 05/23/2024

Eyes Closed

Voice closed off
speaking thru me
close my eyes
and run thru the
next thought
I have arrived at a
poem.
Keep the door closed
and let the music
play.
Bass rhythms
dancing
Way down we go.

Drum Talk

Talking drums
beating back to
the motherland
He said One times One
Equal Two
telling me stories
I never new
In the face of ridicule
Taking chances
revealing something
new
Quadratic equations
mathematic computations
slight variations
wave length gravitation
Breathe In Breathe Out
Mind expansion
Talking drums
beating back to
the motherland
He said One Time One
Equal Two
Telling me stories
I never new.

Dance Mix

Pin pricks and
finger sticks
that scene from the
matrix
Raw unfiltered
dance mix
Mega hertz
breaking bonds
tearing thru
vibrations
sweating thru veins
Mega hertz
dance mix.

Broken Slats

Train tracks
broken slats
tied to history
borrowed time
laid down by the
side of the road
bad wind blowing
overhead
chains rattling
black skin burning
whistling winds
staring into the night
Silent noise
Come daylight
Tattered and torn
Train tracks
broken slats
Hear the whistle
blowing
no time to borrow
laid down by the
end of the road
No sight to see
bad wind blowing
scattering dust
Settled next to
bloodied rocks
unwashed clean
stained hands
pressed down
thru history.

P.R. 5/23/2024

SCANDAL

I WATCHED SEVEN SEASONS OF SCANDAL AND SLEPT AMIDST THE PERSONALITY CHANGES OF THE MAIN CHARACTER IN THE SHOW WHO SUCCUMBED TO SOME OF THE DARKEST PLACES FOREVER DAMAGED LOOKING FOR REDEMPTION.

INTROSPECTION

I’VE LEARNED TO SILENCE THAT VOICE, THE ONE THAT SPEAKS AHEAD OF IT SELF, BEFORE GETTING AS MUCH ?