brownthoughtsrainbowperception

[brownthoughtsrainbowperception]

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I am of a country grand

We never truly learned how to hold hands

It is not about blame

Let's no longer play that game

Can we not just allow history to be

The story of you and me

I am not asking for punishment

Just a bit of acknowledgement

Remove the judgment from the recipe

And see what succulent truly means

How can I be clearer

No need for anyone to look in mirrors

It is just a slight addition I seek

Acceptance of what created you and me

There is no fault there is no blame

History is about learning and knowing how to change

If reparations only existed in dollars we would never move passed infantile hollering

Could it not simply be information

True inclusion respect and patience

I am of a country grand

Always proud to lift my head

Those before me endured

Even through social unawareness there can be truth

Listen without judgment or the preconcieved

And see what could be

A nation great indeed

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I wrote so I could become

A life new and then undone

It is

It was

Just because I am smug I know I am loved

Should things of ego be left a float

An arm dangling from an un-capsized boat

If I could I am sure I would

Walk besides the truth annulled

This is the was

That was the will be

And truth written loves to ride the bouncing knee

When you are I am sure I will be

Believe and show me that a soul can truly be free

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I always speak of me

What other being can my thoughts roam upon so completely free

Glee upon the face barren

Who could ever imagine

Truth so loose

The golden goose without the needed juice

Splash upon the brilliant dash

Cash is the slash that makes most gasp

Is that a truth lost within the dense roots

If we had and then we lost would we believe the weight of the final cost

Or would we think we were robbed left dancing ignored on the eye of the cob

All I can do is speak of me

My truth my deeply woven inner tapestry

And even as my lies dance within the back of my eyes

The cancer inside hides waits and spies

Wanting to distort my perceptions

Forgetting there is no alabaster without the knowledge of ebon

Knee to the floor in joy and perceived glee

Me myself and I make a mystical three

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Saying it over again and again

Wanting the psyche to dive and deeply swim

Who is and what was

The crux of the song sung long

Breathe in wheeze out

Who sought the sights of clout

Wishing on maybe might bring hazy mental phases

Wake someone up before you go go

Living life solo can be a no no

Was that funny

Humor undefined

The speck in the left eye making the right eye sigh

Complexity

Life's roller coaster an obligatory destiny

Can we paint pictures with words

Hoping to be heard

Knowing no one will ever understand

The puppet hung from the last strand

And that is the truth of this elaborate dance

Who believes there is still a chance

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When she spoke I felt my frown deepen. Her voice was the breathy sultry stuff of a 1950's movie starlet and I found myself wondering if it was authentic.

"I need to speak to you."

I leaned back, again restraining the natural impulse to roll my eyes, why do they always seek me out? She must have read something in my face because she rolled her eyes hard: the whites seemingly endless and pure as she set back.

"I have money. And I'm not one of those helpless women seeking a savior, and you're the best and I want this done quick." She paused as if she had to carefully craft the next statement. " Besides, right now I do not have the energy to deal with men."

🤷🏾sometimes i want to write. Is it wrong to want to set my soul free?

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There are many things tragic within the history of human existence

Things of blood and deed

Unimaginable misery

Does one out way the other

Are tears cried measured differently by the given eye

Is red blood not true if the skin's hue does not fit a predetermined mood

And when is it time to change

Perceptions laid upon roads crookedly lain

Is truth a stagnant notion

Unchangeable due to tradition's devotion

Is it disrespectful to admit that an ancestor's perceptions were incorrectly tipped

And if we never grew would we invent things wondrously imbued

With our love tainted do we see clearly with the last stroke of the painting

These are not questions asked in judgement

Truth hurts and love soothes

But it truly depends on the tenacity of the root

On what type of foundation do your morals stand

Can you still enjoy the dance

Think about things wiith indifferent clarity

Don't look for blame

Right and wrong do not exist in this game

History is not just a story told

It is morals faith and roads walked bold

When the road is crooked changed and skewed things are lost morality not seen as a great cost

And what is seen is as an old withered tree

Majestic

Regal

Prestine

And creepy containing mysteries slippery

Is merely life in full bloom

Tenacious

Weathered

And hewed true

Perception can cloud a memory true

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Can I speak about my unforeseen shame

My birthright given and silently proclaimed

I am of a people left voiceless

Taken

Changed

And believed hopeless

Because we became that which is denounced

Never allowed to build clout

Told of our worth measured in gold stolen

Stolen from lands eventually drained and broken

And how does the past define me so

Tell me how you exult your ancestors and ask that again before you ready the next blow

This world has determined how man shall stand

People must dance to the whims of the perceived strong

Breaking long standing tradition tedious and seen as wrong

If I had a word upon my lips that redefined a steadfast notion glimpsed

Who would win and who would lose

My words cut off before any meaning blooms

But this is who I am

A shame marking me plain

It is a brass letter upon my chest and back making my neck go slack

Yet still I remain

Some in denial

Some fighting in acid rain

Is that how it is supposed to be

Forbidden fruit upon exotic trees

And all is lost

Forgot because no one wants to pay the cost

Brush the dust from your own back because the one behind you may define the deed as an unredeemable lack

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Is there nothing more

Hues of black and white lost in the greys of darkest night

Who wished for this unfathomable bliss

The depth of that secret hiss

Close and obscure

Lost in demons of the bluest hues

If you wish you may

If they wish they might

All the wishes giving delightful lies tonight

Is that irony or cynicism

Hopes blanketed in skepticism

It is not what we want

Our dances of complacency in the darkness of normalcy

It could be as they dream splendidly allusive obscurity

Who knows what they truly want when all is defined by materialistic hope

Do dreams come true when we paint them in color meant to fool

It is as was hoped

Success upon a needle recently broke

In a perception of yellow

Dismal yet brilliant

Inescapable

How else shall we dance

Upon broken foot and twisted land

If you cry only dry your third eye for it is has the clarity we wish we could divine

Is that the truth or are the roots too deep to truly loose

Complete yet utterly broken

This is the notion drifting upon the restless ocean

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Who is?

Is blue truly true?

This is

That was

Broken bones swing low

It is a chariot of flame

The shame the only thing left to blame

Because perfection is a flawed notion

A puzzle missing pieces new while the old are torn and skewed

This is the world where humanity dwells

Grains broken by sifting sands

Embrace

Make

Think then retrace

And that is the ultimate notion

Truth reborn with gained focus

Lost in a circular pattern

What actually matters

Broken ebon twisted alabaster

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So you think people with backs broken are weak

What do you seek in this existence meek

Humanity within a desolate peak

And if they sing the song will breathe truth unseen denied and unbelieved

This is what mouthes open endorse while those closed let out cloven snorts

Will it erupt

To gush knowledge to those lacking trust

Who has seen knees weakened to bleed

A good thing

Survival a mark upon a back thought slack

And they are a people of ebony caramel honeyed gold

Snow falling upon bared toes

And if you know you will always hold

The hand that leads the dance

We all want to be grand

But now is the time to listen and understand

There are words clear

Crisp and clean upon the ear

You do not tremble in fear

That is anticipation

Knowing

Hungering

Exhilaration

Dance my peole and be

Allow your knees to bleed

Understand what inner iron brings

Celebrate untity

Bloom a distinct immunity

And that is the path to the reparation sought

Never bought

Slightly lost

We are a deepening amber spark

Our mark illuminated yet dark

People gifted and sharp

Art loosed to meet a wandering mark

And if you deny you may miss the truth we impart

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I walk through fields dusted in many wills

Truth written to heed

Lies believed within great deeds

Is it the evergreen that sings the song of melancholy

Or just the spruce that produces wisps of golden hiss to miss the veracity within the given list

I believed as you breathed and we all had weak knees upon patches pristine

Earth grasped

Thoughts cast

Was that the last of the past unwillingly had

A trouble upon the open sash of men sad and women glad

The world of hope a blast of sass

Do you believe true the strength of the given brew

A different hue

Snow dusted upon lost shoes

Snooze

Once you wake take

Bring about the shake and the bake

This is the truth lake

Disbelieve if it shall be

Quaking knees seen

Guesses upon the gentle stream

And that is how you

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The world is round

Who wears the diamond crown

Complete nonsense

Wickdness spent

Distraught remembrances

The notion intense

Some complete thoughts never bliss

And that was a miss

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I want to be quick

My memory is slick

All disappears too quick

Was that a simple lisp

I am done so I dash

The true value of dwindling cash

Smartly stupid only to last

A plight destined to dash

All lost upon the delicate eyelash

The complete farce trash

Run before the past

A thought complete upon the bloody slash

Shattered soul glass

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I don't want to sing

I want to scream

The song burns within me

I trusted

I believed

And this is all that's left of me

I am a burning star

Lost in the lies thought

Who taught the melody of the foreign spring

What was it meant to bring

If I sing am I complete

If I dream is all succinct

Complete

This life is bleak

But stars continue to seek

It is not until the end

That the true fire begins

Burning flames within

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I am not okay

I am sad in long dusty ways

Why should I explain a feeling deep and complicatingly weak

Your smile dust upon parched lips

The cracks painful yet filled with ominous bliss

Feelings are not made of words heard

They drift upon skin piercing deeply into frayed nerves

Do you understand the sin someone else walks in

Or is sin only some distant social notion

A breeze lost upon a vast ocean

I can't begin again because I laughed in the last spin

So now I must complete what social norms define as bleak

Yet it is a rose upon my breath

The escape of all I have left

If I cry from my right eye to disguise my left eye's sigh does that count as a social lie

And who woke to grope the truth of salted slopes

Can I shrug and allow my chrysalis to hug

I never truly thought the world was so smug

So I dance and it all begins again

My joy spun with grief

Belief sin upon fingertips streaked

With blood used to write forgotten news

And all is truth spilt upon roads cracked and worn from countless benign acts

Oh did I react

That was a reflex un bidden my truth anonymous and a bit blatant

So I am not okay

And socially speaking I like it that way

Because norms are merely averages unexplored

Allow me to explore my particular forlorn

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I talk about I because the lie spies and the eye denies

Begin the long sigh as the hues infuse we all lost the good news

Forgotten and bruised we die misused

But is that old and good wanting to be new and shoed

Guess that makes no sense how rocks skip quick and dense

Mistakes spoken upon luscious lips

That missed but this hit

So I continue to talk of me within a distant mind-numbing bliss

My fingers snap just as you hiss

The walk of the unknow gifts